[ti]Open[/ti]Of Ruined Naps and Stolen Treats

[KingHarry]

Whiskey had just finished having a nap on top of his twoleg's giant monster. This wasn't unusual for him - the cat's furry body allowed him to stay out once the weather began to get a little chillier, and the monster was surprisingly friendly when it wasn't running about in the fields. In fact, the monster was actually very warm. Whiskey liked napping on it. He also liked sleeping in front of his twoleg's fireplace - which was where he was going now. Nothing else seemed to be happening today, so why not have a second nap, hm?

The stroll back to his home was pleasant enough, but it was ruined the second he spotted the shape of another cat prowling about near his door. "Oi! What you doin' lurkin' aroun' here?" Whiskey yowled, still too far away to actually see who it was but more than close enough for his voice to be heard. "Ya want my treats, don't ya? Go away! They're mine, you hear? Mine!"

[Mama]

Pandora was only exploring the area, she wasn't used to such.. odd twoleg dens. Her tail flickered over her back, and the huge calico sniffed the hard stone by what seemed to be a wall out of wood. How peculiar! Suddenly, the sound of a loud voice boomed through her thoughts and the fur on her back stuck up with surprise. "Oi! What you doin' lurkin' aroun' here?" A tom said in the distance, easily recognized as a male due to his voice. "Ya want my treats, don't ya? Go away! They're mine, you hear? Mine!"

Her bright eyes rolled, she was used to cats like these unlike clan cats which did scare her.. a bit. "Excuse me, I'm not stealing any of your nasty rabbit droppings you call food, I'm just checking out the area." Pandora called back, her pelt lowering. The den she was staying in had collapsed, and she was still a bit sore from the loss of all of the pretty rocks she'd found. Luckily there was more secret caches of them throughout the forest.

[KingHarry]

"Ha! Yeah, sure ya are!" Whiskey yowled in return, his tail wagging back and forth as his ears flattened down against his skull. 

What to do about this splotched, white queen... Whiskey reckoned he could fight her if he had to. Sure, he looked like an older, weak kittypet, but, in reality, the tom had a mean streak to him, as well as a highly skilled set of fighting moves to his name. But today he didn't really want to fight. No, he'd much rather just get this over with and then go back to his napping.

"Come now, darlin'; just high-tail it out of here before I have to wrangle you, why don't ya? Don't make me call my backup." Of course, by backup he meant Tequila. The younger tom and his best friend and partner. In fact, the two of them were so inseparable that Whiskey's twolegs had even given Tequila his own collar. Did that make the other cat a kittypet too? Nah. Anyone who know Tequila could tell that nothing could ever take the wild out of him.