3Well here it is, chapter two. Before I get to the story I'd like to give a special thanks to BombaKiz, Thank you for the review and I'm sorry this chapter is so short, the next one wont be its just that this one is sort of like a prologue...sort of. Anyway I hope you like it and the next chapter will be coming soon. As always please read and review and I'm sorry for any mistakes.
I have come to terms with the face that I will never own cats, as depressing as that is, I no longer need to see a shrink...yes!
As the weeks went on, the kittens grew and were beginning to play rougher than before, Macavity found himself breaking up more fights than he could easily handle. To make matters worse, three of the four kittens didn't even like him. Cometroyed and Quabacoe seemed somewhat threatened by him and very competitive around him. Macavity often worried that his own competitiveness would propel him to use violence on the younger boys as a means for teaching them a lesson. He tried to avoid them as much as possible, but wouldn't you know it, they caused the most trouble and there mother was usually to busy taking care of the smallest and weakest kitten, Munkastrap, who had developed a minor repertory problem, to help Macavity much. It always seemed like the two boys were trying to make his life miserable, Cometroyed laying ground work for plans and Quabacoe calculating just how to pull them off; there combined efforts were slowly driving Macavity to the brink of insanity, at least that's what they hoped.
Demeter, the young queen, was purely afraid of him and avoided him at all costs. This came about as the result of an incident where Cometroyed had accidentally pushed a large vase off the mantel, right over where Demeter was sleeping at the time. Seeing that the young queen was oblivious to her impending disaster, Macavity rushed to grab her and get her out of harms way; in his lightning quick act he inadvertently sunk his claws deep into the golden kitten's flesh, instantly waking her and sending her into a screaming fit. To add to Demeter's distress, the vase landed, hard, on Macavity's tail causing him to cry out in pain, right in her ear, the cry of pine sounded more like a roar of anger to the frightened kit and she was too distressed to piece together the events of that day, instead she just harbored a fear of her older brother which Cometroyed and Quabacoe fueled with their own stories and interpretations of the crimson tom.
Demeter, using her birth ability, could sense when he was near and quickly made herself scarce, thus he never had a chance to apologies and his brothers, forever wanting to make his life harder, negated all such attempts by his mother to do so on his behalf.
It wasn't really hard for Macavity to understand why she and the others feared him so, with his fire colored coat, black lightning stripes, and the unique white markings on his face that looked like enlarged fangs; not to mention his talent for throwing his voice and his echoing laugh that made every kitten run in terror. The only kitten who was not bothered by his almost constant presents was Munkastrap. The young silver/gray kitten was surprisingly interested in every thing the older cat did and was a constant companion, especially on Macavity's late night explorations of the neighborhood.
Macavity found himself being stalked almost daily by one of the three mail kittens but nine times out of ten he could correctly guess that it was Munkastrap who was following him. He could, then, always tell when the kitten was about to pounce at him and would unfailingly jump out of the way at the last second to the annoyances of Cometroyed and Quabacoe and amazement of Munkastrap. But all to soon the fun of having the three kittens to take care of, teach, annoy, and some times even scare vanished when Demeter was sold. Although she and Macavity were not close at all, he was sad to see her go because that meant that the others were soon to follow.
Macavity's prediction came true when Cometroyed and Quabacoe were sold, luckily for them, to the same owner, true none of the kittens moved past walking distance but it was still strange to live with out them constantly amusing him; however, he still had Munkastrap at least for the time being. As the days went on the constant fear of losing his beast friend loomed over him but as he saw how the kitten had grown on the family the fear slowly receded deep into his thoughts and the considerably smaller family set back into the rhythm of there lives. And as time went on Macavity found himself comforting his brother less and less over the loss of their siblings, as the two strengthened their own bond of friendship.
The two young kittens played together in the middle of the floor of the stately town house, nether one knowing that in just a few days curtain circumstances would transpire that would shape there lives and send them flinging in two separate directions, pitting the two beast friends agents each other in a ruthless battle for power and acceptance, this is the story of the ginger stray and the silver tabby who are beast friends, worst enemies, and brothers striving for a way to live peacefully and still be together.
Well there it was chapter 2 please tell me what you think, I'm open to any ideas you may have, ether with corections or how to continue with the story...just let me know.