I like the chapter name. 
And the piece lives up to it. xD
And the piece lives up to it. xD
The Adventures of the LFF Catlition (spin-off of my books)
- Thread starter Mozart the Meerkitten
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That was not the last surprise of the evening though. For about halfway through the feast the door to the building flung wide open and- in a very official and regal way- a mud-and-snow covered Dorthy stepped in, dress and all.
The dirty little she-cat then walked up the hallway to the feast-room in a very dignified manner, stopping at her mother’s side to say, in a loud enough voice that most creatures in the room could hear her, “I wore the dress mother.” Then she took her customary place at the table with her sister Mozart.
For several seconds nobody moved. Then someone (later they said it was Ribbony and Tori) began laughing and that got the whole room laughing and falling out of chairs laughing and banging their fists on the table they thought it so comical.
And still that was not the end of the unofficial amusements that the LFF Catlition put on that night.
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The dirty little she-cat then walked up the hallway to the feast-room in a very dignified manner, stopping at her mother’s side to say, in a loud enough voice that most creatures in the room could hear her, “I wore the dress mother.” Then she took her customary place at the table with her sister Mozart.
For several seconds nobody moved. Then someone (later they said it was Ribbony and Tori) began laughing and that got the whole room laughing and falling out of chairs laughing and banging their fists on the table they thought it so comical.
And still that was not the end of the unofficial amusements that the LFF Catlition put on that night.
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You have an awesome story Meerkitten!
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You have an awesome story Meerkitten!
Thanks! If you like this one you may want to check out my book-length stories, the links to which are in my signature.
And I'm glad you're all enjoying it!
Pitchike12
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Thanks! If you like this one you may want to check out my book-length stories, the links to which are in my signature.
And I'm glad you're all enjoying it!
Ok, Thanks!
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And now for the grande finale!
Caspian smiled rather smugly. So he wasn’t the only one planning on making mischief tonight. Dorthy had certainly put on a show but FSS had had a rather unsuccessful night. It was now up to him to put on the grand finale. Silently he slipped off to get his tomato cannon.
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Mozart was happy. The food was good, spirits were high, hearts were merry and her sister was silly. Mozart of course knew of Dorthy’s hate of dresses and when she had heard about her mother’s plan for Dorthy that night she knew her sister wouldn’t like it.
Still Mozart hadn’t anticipated something like that!
The little dark-haired kitten had an idea that Caspian was planning something too. He wasn’t sitting with the rest of his family at the table like usual, instead he was sitting down by FSS and the other young kittens. She guessed this was partially because of Dora’s yelling at him earlier about his prank on her and partially because he intended to pull another, better one tonight.
And of course she was correct.
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It was late. Most of the official entertainment had been long over and now all the creatures were merely lazing about- not quite ready to sleep and not quite awake enough to do anything.
Well they all were except for Caspian.
Caspian could see that there was still some food on the table but perhaps not quite enough for an all-out food fight.
He decided that he had better take the prank outside- afterall a tomato cannon can easily be converted into a snowball cannon, can’t it?
Now to get everyone outside…
Caspian hurried over to where Myrrh was sitting. Myrrh was the historian of Reandalawo and also the recorder. She knew most everything that had happened in Reandalawo from the time it began to what a two month old kit had been doing yesterday.
“Myrrh!” he called to her.
“What is it kit?” Myrrh asked, smiling as he approached. Her fur was beginning to turn white with age but her eyes sparkled with mischief and her voice was strong as any young tomcat’s.
“Isn’t it a tradition for a snowball fight to happen on the night of the Winter’s feast?” Caspian asked eagerly.
“Why indeed ‘tis Caspian! How could I have forgotten? Ha! Well lets get this young slugs up, shall we?” Myrrh stood, a bit stiffly and began whacking dozing kits with her huge paw, “Up you lazy scallywags! You’re always up pulling pranks much later than this hour on normal nights! Up I say, up!”
Seeing that the situation was in good paws Caspian hurried out to set up his prank. He would wait in the bushes by the door and shoot the first creature out the great door right in the mouth with a great snowball. It was brilliant, cunning and a good joke.
Caspian smiled rather smugly. So he wasn’t the only one planning on making mischief tonight. Dorthy had certainly put on a show but FSS had had a rather unsuccessful night. It was now up to him to put on the grand finale. Silently he slipped off to get his tomato cannon.
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Mozart was happy. The food was good, spirits were high, hearts were merry and her sister was silly. Mozart of course knew of Dorthy’s hate of dresses and when she had heard about her mother’s plan for Dorthy that night she knew her sister wouldn’t like it.
Still Mozart hadn’t anticipated something like that!
The little dark-haired kitten had an idea that Caspian was planning something too. He wasn’t sitting with the rest of his family at the table like usual, instead he was sitting down by FSS and the other young kittens. She guessed this was partially because of Dora’s yelling at him earlier about his prank on her and partially because he intended to pull another, better one tonight.
And of course she was correct.
****
It was late. Most of the official entertainment had been long over and now all the creatures were merely lazing about- not quite ready to sleep and not quite awake enough to do anything.
Well they all were except for Caspian.
Caspian could see that there was still some food on the table but perhaps not quite enough for an all-out food fight.
He decided that he had better take the prank outside- afterall a tomato cannon can easily be converted into a snowball cannon, can’t it?
Now to get everyone outside…
Caspian hurried over to where Myrrh was sitting. Myrrh was the historian of Reandalawo and also the recorder. She knew most everything that had happened in Reandalawo from the time it began to what a two month old kit had been doing yesterday.
“Myrrh!” he called to her.
“What is it kit?” Myrrh asked, smiling as he approached. Her fur was beginning to turn white with age but her eyes sparkled with mischief and her voice was strong as any young tomcat’s.
“Isn’t it a tradition for a snowball fight to happen on the night of the Winter’s feast?” Caspian asked eagerly.
“Why indeed ‘tis Caspian! How could I have forgotten? Ha! Well lets get this young slugs up, shall we?” Myrrh stood, a bit stiffly and began whacking dozing kits with her huge paw, “Up you lazy scallywags! You’re always up pulling pranks much later than this hour on normal nights! Up I say, up!”
Seeing that the situation was in good paws Caspian hurried out to set up his prank. He would wait in the bushes by the door and shoot the first creature out the great door right in the mouth with a great snowball. It was brilliant, cunning and a good joke.
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Someone whom you least expect.
Chapter three
SNOWBALL FIGHT!
SNOWBALL FIGHT!
Caspian smiled as he lined up the snowball-tomato cannon parallel to the door. He could hear noises inside that signaled Myrrh’s success in waking the others.
Then a shape appeared in the doorway. It was a small shape, probably some sort of kit. As it stepped out into the snowy starlight Caspian lined his tomato cannon up and…
BANG!
Caspian hadn’t known the cannon would make such a noise, after all it hadn’t before.
The kit- who had toppled over with the impact of the snowball now leapt up with an angry look on her face. Dark hair tousled and snowy she glared defiantly around to find who had challenged her. When Caspian got a good look at that face though…
“Uh-oh…” he whispered, “Mozart!” Caspian took off at a dead run away from his sister, tomato cannon in tow.
Unfortunately for him his cannon decided to reveal its squeaky wheel and Mozart quickly spotted him. With a tiny snowball already in her paw she gave a squeak of anger and raced after him.
Mozart was the snowball fight Kit-Queen. Her tiny snowballs stung like beestings when they hit and they were always purrfectly round. She was fierce in such attacks (which for her were normally hit-and-run affairs) and unrelenting until her selected victim felt her sting.
Mozart was also fond of climbing trees with Fireheart or Dorthy and shaking the branches of them to send a pile of snow down upon an unsuspecting creature that ventured under them.
Yes snowball fights were the one time where Mozart could almost be called a devious little mastermind.
Almost. Until of course you looked into those big innocent blue eyes.
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Aww... Mozart is so cute. 
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After Caspian and Mozart’s initial attack had started it wasn’t long until Fireheart and her siblings came out to investigate the noise.
Taking in the scene at paw- which consisted of Mozart chasing Caspian around the yard with a stock of tiny snowballs she was carrying in her scarf- Fire turned and grinned at her siblings, who in turn grinned back.
Then the five kittens shouted in unison,
“SNOWBALL FIGHT!!!!!”
After that the legendary snowball fight tradition started in earnest. Myrrh leapt out from behind the snow-fort she had been constructing and started throwing snowballs left and right at every young creature she saw.
Fire, Jako and Creamy had developed the strategy of having one of them partially melt the snowball then another dunking it in a puddle of water so it would freeze and turn to ice. Then the third kit would pack snow onto the iceball and give it a toss at anyone unlucky enough to be running past.
Frodo, Shadow and Smokey ran rampant throwing snowballs from behind frosty trees or shrubs onto unfortunate victims.
Dorthy grabbed her bow and a quiver of twenty five of her flat-tipped arrows she used to shoot and stun prey or enemies with. Packing snow tightly around the ends to form a ball she shot from behind an overturned table she had brought out. Her brother Toto joined her- using his sling to launch snowballs over their protective wall. Between the two of them they kept up an almost constant flow of snow from their hiding place- halting only when Dorthy had to go fetch arrows, with Toto covering her.
Then, mysteriously, all the members of the LFF Catlition seemed to simply disappear. Nobody really noticed though- they were all intent on their fun.
By now the grown-ups had appeared and were either trying to stop the battle or were joining it. The ones who tried to stop it were targeted and hit by Myrrh who told them rather indignantly; “If I ain’t too old to fight then neither are ye, kit!”
Then all at once all the attackers and defenders in the great Snowball fight were startled by a low boom. It was not deafening but everyone seemed to hear it, or just as likely, feel it. They all stopped.
Then it came again. It was as if someone was beating an enormous drum somewhere to confuse them.
Which indeed is almost exactly what it was meant to do.
Taking in the scene at paw- which consisted of Mozart chasing Caspian around the yard with a stock of tiny snowballs she was carrying in her scarf- Fire turned and grinned at her siblings, who in turn grinned back.
Then the five kittens shouted in unison,
“SNOWBALL FIGHT!!!!!”
After that the legendary snowball fight tradition started in earnest. Myrrh leapt out from behind the snow-fort she had been constructing and started throwing snowballs left and right at every young creature she saw.
Fire, Jako and Creamy had developed the strategy of having one of them partially melt the snowball then another dunking it in a puddle of water so it would freeze and turn to ice. Then the third kit would pack snow onto the iceball and give it a toss at anyone unlucky enough to be running past.
Frodo, Shadow and Smokey ran rampant throwing snowballs from behind frosty trees or shrubs onto unfortunate victims.
Dorthy grabbed her bow and a quiver of twenty five of her flat-tipped arrows she used to shoot and stun prey or enemies with. Packing snow tightly around the ends to form a ball she shot from behind an overturned table she had brought out. Her brother Toto joined her- using his sling to launch snowballs over their protective wall. Between the two of them they kept up an almost constant flow of snow from their hiding place- halting only when Dorthy had to go fetch arrows, with Toto covering her.
Then, mysteriously, all the members of the LFF Catlition seemed to simply disappear. Nobody really noticed though- they were all intent on their fun.
By now the grown-ups had appeared and were either trying to stop the battle or were joining it. The ones who tried to stop it were targeted and hit by Myrrh who told them rather indignantly; “If I ain’t too old to fight then neither are ye, kit!”
Then all at once all the attackers and defenders in the great Snowball fight were startled by a low boom. It was not deafening but everyone seemed to hear it, or just as likely, feel it. They all stopped.
Then it came again. It was as if someone was beating an enormous drum somewhere to confuse them.
Which indeed is almost exactly what it was meant to do.
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You see the LFF Catlition liked things to go off with a bang, literally…
And Mozart knew just the way to do it.
The tiny she-kitten had arranged her forces- consistent of about seventeen kittens- so that they would swarm in from two sides and pin the rest of snowball fight fighters against the wall. Six kittens would attack from the right side and six from the left.
Now normally the LFF Catlition would have been outnumbered ten-to-one in an unwinnable snowball fight but Mozart was no fool; she had had her little warriors dig trenches and snow forts along their route so that they would be shielded from enemy fire. Even more importantly she had stationed her remaining five kittens atop the wall to fire snowballs down at their unsuspecting foes.
So this way they would only be outnumbered ten to one, but not in an unwinnable fight.
In addition Mozart knew that in a snowball-fight like this few of the creatures would actually work together to fire back at them; chances were that they would be too confused about the whole thing and start hitting one another.
It was a near purrfect strategy.
And Mozart knew just the way to do it.
The tiny she-kitten had arranged her forces- consistent of about seventeen kittens- so that they would swarm in from two sides and pin the rest of snowball fight fighters against the wall. Six kittens would attack from the right side and six from the left.
Now normally the LFF Catlition would have been outnumbered ten-to-one in an unwinnable snowball fight but Mozart was no fool; she had had her little warriors dig trenches and snow forts along their route so that they would be shielded from enemy fire. Even more importantly she had stationed her remaining five kittens atop the wall to fire snowballs down at their unsuspecting foes.
So this way they would only be outnumbered ten to one, but not in an unwinnable fight.
In addition Mozart knew that in a snowball-fight like this few of the creatures would actually work together to fire back at them; chances were that they would be too confused about the whole thing and start hitting one another.
It was a near purrfect strategy.
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At first the plan worked excellently. As the booming drum got progressively closer to the position of the now stricken snowball-fighters they began to move backwards toward the wall until those in the back felt their fur brush against the solid stone.
Then the LFF Catlition struck. Mozart gave the signal for the twelve kittens on the ground to start firing.
Instantly a rain of tightly packed snowballs hit the creatures backed against the wall. Then there was a pause.
Mozart gave the signal for the left side to fire. Then as they reloaded the right side threw their missiles.
The attack stopped as suddenly as had started. By now the attacked creatures had been returning fire at the kittens in the ditches, but it did little damage; for as Mozart predicted none of them were able to stage a full-fledged counter attack or even rally a few to charge those in the snow-forts.
When the ground attack stopped though the arial started. Mozart and her forces on the wall rained snowball after snowball down upon the suprised creatures.
(I have to go now, my dad just got home from work)
Then the LFF Catlition struck. Mozart gave the signal for the twelve kittens on the ground to start firing.
Instantly a rain of tightly packed snowballs hit the creatures backed against the wall. Then there was a pause.
Mozart gave the signal for the left side to fire. Then as they reloaded the right side threw their missiles.
The attack stopped as suddenly as had started. By now the attacked creatures had been returning fire at the kittens in the ditches, but it did little damage; for as Mozart predicted none of them were able to stage a full-fledged counter attack or even rally a few to charge those in the snow-forts.
When the ground attack stopped though the arial started. Mozart and her forces on the wall rained snowball after snowball down upon the suprised creatures.
(I have to go now, my dad just got home from work)
Ah, snow-forts are such fun!
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It was amongst this chaos though that someone did rally their friends and start a counter-attack.
It was Toto that saw it coming first. Naturally Mozart had made her siblings captians of her forces and Toto was in control of the left flank on the ground. He saw the dark shapes creep up toward his sister's defensive position and immediatly yelled a warning.
"Mozart, look behind you!" he cried up to his sister.
Mozart turned just in time to dodge a massive snowball that had been aimed at her. Jumping into the air above the missile she could see the vague outline of a large creature peering over the wall of her snow-fort. Another similar shape was behind it.
Now Mozart was no fool, she knew there was only one other cat in Reandalawo that could've pulled a force together in the midst of a snowball fight.
Ribbony. The leader of the original Catlition.
Her current nemisis.
Thinking fast the tiny kitten turned to Caspian who had appeared beside her.
"Get the secret weapon." she ordered.
"Aye, aye sister!" Caspian hissed, then shot off.
Dorthy meanwhile, on the right flank of the ground force, had nocked a snowball-arrow and was drawing her bow back, aiming for the menacing figure at the top of the wall. Just as she reached full draw though something struck her in the back. She involuntarily released the arrow and it shot off, too low and wide to have hit her target. Furious the small fiesty she-kitten whipped around to turn her fury on whoever had made her miss. She found herself looking at the tip of a fluffy brown tail as it disapeared behind her snow-fort wall.
That tail could belong to only one cat.
Dora.
"I'M GONNA KILL HER WITH A SNOWBALL!" screamed Dorthy in a rage.
Molding another snowball onto an arrow she prepared to fire.
Toto peered cautiously over the top of the ditch. He was the only one of his siblings to have had more than a seconds warning about the other Catlition's regroup.
In that time he had stationed his six troops on each of the four walls of the ditch with two on the right and left sides and one facing the wall where the attack was least likely to strike. He had positioned himself on the back wall where the attack was most likely to hit. He had a good guess of who it would come from too.
Ribbony had taken his Catlition and paired them into groups of two. To do this he had pulled Rita and Jako out as well. Toto now could guess that the group attacking him was Creamy and his father Jako. The two Catlitioners on the wall were Ribbony and Explorer and Dora with Rita were going for Dorthy's group. Currently Jako and Creamy were taking turns charging the little group in the ditch- one ran at them with snowballs, the other made more in their hastily constructed fort.
It was Toto that saw it coming first. Naturally Mozart had made her siblings captians of her forces and Toto was in control of the left flank on the ground. He saw the dark shapes creep up toward his sister's defensive position and immediatly yelled a warning.
"Mozart, look behind you!" he cried up to his sister.
Mozart turned just in time to dodge a massive snowball that had been aimed at her. Jumping into the air above the missile she could see the vague outline of a large creature peering over the wall of her snow-fort. Another similar shape was behind it.
Now Mozart was no fool, she knew there was only one other cat in Reandalawo that could've pulled a force together in the midst of a snowball fight.
Ribbony. The leader of the original Catlition.
Her current nemisis.
Thinking fast the tiny kitten turned to Caspian who had appeared beside her.
"Get the secret weapon." she ordered.
"Aye, aye sister!" Caspian hissed, then shot off.
Dorthy meanwhile, on the right flank of the ground force, had nocked a snowball-arrow and was drawing her bow back, aiming for the menacing figure at the top of the wall. Just as she reached full draw though something struck her in the back. She involuntarily released the arrow and it shot off, too low and wide to have hit her target. Furious the small fiesty she-kitten whipped around to turn her fury on whoever had made her miss. She found herself looking at the tip of a fluffy brown tail as it disapeared behind her snow-fort wall.
That tail could belong to only one cat.
Dora.
"I'M GONNA KILL HER WITH A SNOWBALL!" screamed Dorthy in a rage.
Molding another snowball onto an arrow she prepared to fire.
****
Toto peered cautiously over the top of the ditch. He was the only one of his siblings to have had more than a seconds warning about the other Catlition's regroup.
In that time he had stationed his six troops on each of the four walls of the ditch with two on the right and left sides and one facing the wall where the attack was least likely to strike. He had positioned himself on the back wall where the attack was most likely to hit. He had a good guess of who it would come from too.
Ribbony had taken his Catlition and paired them into groups of two. To do this he had pulled Rita and Jako out as well. Toto now could guess that the group attacking him was Creamy and his father Jako. The two Catlitioners on the wall were Ribbony and Explorer and Dora with Rita were going for Dorthy's group. Currently Jako and Creamy were taking turns charging the little group in the ditch- one ran at them with snowballs, the other made more in their hastily constructed fort.
This is the most detailed, exciting snowball fight I've ever read.
LOL, same here!
I'm really enjoying it. So cute!