Mozart the Meerkitten
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“So that’s why nobody’s about to greet us. Well boys, seems we have some troublemakers on our paws, eh?”
Shadow had just told Ribbony and his Catlition about Cogg, Tigerclaw, and the plantation. Of course, Catlition had been outraged with the news but were quick to act.
“What’ll we do Ribbon?”
“Yea, what’ll we do?”
“I’ll tell you what we’re a gonna do!
‘We’ll take em troublemakers out!
An’ bang em on their own big wall!
We’ll toss out tommy-o hawks at them
And drop em from the top ‘o thee wall!
Well we’ll shoot em with our arrows as they fall!
An’ send em twirlin’
Like em whirlin’ gigs in fall!
They’ll twirl till thee faaaaaaaaall!!!!!!!!
We’ll hang em by their toes,
An’ whack em in the nose!
An’ lick em in the freckled lake!
An’ shoo em out the door!
An’ afore they even know we’re there,
We’ll have stolen their very hair and underwear!”
The roaring laughter of Catlition and little Shadow was almost deafening. Shadow had never been so carefree in all her life, and for once she could actually be a kitten!
Shadow understood,
She could be a kitten!
She was so happy she began bursting out in a version of Ribbony’s song;
“Oh we’ll hang em by their toeses!
And thwack em on their noses!
And stick em full o’ tommy hawks,
An’ arrows from the bow!
We’ll make em fall,
Until the fall!
When the gigs whirl!
And before they even know we’re there,
We’ll have taken their very hair!”
“Ha , ha! Nice one miss Shadow!” laughed the big white cat called Explorer.
Smokey heard laughter nearby along with his sister’s voice. He scrambled down the tree towards the noise and low and behold he found his sister with five cackling cats!
“Hey whats all this about?” he squeaked.
Shadow laughed and said,
“Smokey, allow me to introduce you to these fine gentalcats…”
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Jak couldn’t believe such a tiny kitten could be so defiant as to challenge him.
Him!
Jak the Fierce was being challenged by a pip-squeak sized kitten!
“Listen little kit,” he hissed quietly so only Mozart could hear him, “You’re a tiny baby, and I’m a big warrior cat, I can’t fight you! It’d be, it’d be…”
“Are you saying you’re scared to fight me? Makin’ up excuses to not fight me ‘s what it sounds like!” cried Mozart loud enough for the near bystanders to hear her.
“I am not making up excuses!” growled Jak, “I’d fight you but…”
“Look, I’m two and one half months old, same age as my brother, you afraid to fight a little two and a half month old?”
“I, it, but, how…” Jak spluttered.
“Yes or no will you fight me?”
“Fine! I’ll fight you, tiny cat! And I’ll win too!” growled Jak.
Five minutes latter Mozart, in place of her brother, was suited up in a chainmail shirt with her belt of Treasures (as she and her siblings took to calling it) around her waist. She held her sword high and in the waning light it glittered beautifully.
Jak wore the same outfit as before. He held up his sword and prepared to charge the kit. His plan was simple; Charge Mozart, disarm her, and make her admit defeat before blood was spilled. It was a simple plan that would have worked on most any little kitten…
Except Mozart.
Jak charged the little cat as he planned, but something happened he didn’t expect…
Mozart charged towards him, Jak had expected her to be still and wait for him to come to her, but no, not Mozart, she wasn’t going to play along.
Mozart charged Jak and then, when she was nearly to him, she leapt into the air and sailed right over his head so that his back was to her.
Jak turned, surprised and stared at her.
“Not so easy to beat am I?” she hissed.
Enraged, Jak leapt at her, claws out teeth bared, but Mozart was too quick. She nimbly dogged to one side, leaving Jak to land undignifiedly in the dirt.
Standing to his full height Jak spat out a mouthful of dirt and turned to Mozart who stood calmly to one side.
“You little!” he hissed and in his rage threw his dagger at the tiny kit. The dagger flew harmlessly over Mozart’s head without her even having to duck.
Howling with rage and humiliation Jak flung himself on Mozart. She whipped out her sword and cut his paw.
Then Jak and Mozart clashed swords. Blinded by his rage, Jak and gave Mozart a few wounds that could turn serious…
But this time there was no respite.
Mozart tried her best not to wound Jak, but her sword would slip every now and then and give him a scratch or two. Panting the tiny kitten stumbled backwards and Jak leaned over her. Mozart dropped her sword and Jak grinned madly at her.
“Give up yet, pipsqueak?” he hissed in her ear.
“Never!” and with that she launched Jak from her with her hind-paws. It amazed Jak that the tiny kit could throw him off, but it may not have surprised him as much if he had known how many brothers Mozart had.
Nevertheless, the feat left Mozart stunned for a moment. But Jak was also stunned. The force of Mozart’s hind-paws plowing into his stomach had knocked the breath from him.
Both opponents lay still for a moment, then simultaneously stood up.
“I don’t want to f-ight you no m-more.” said Mozart shakily.
Jak realized what he had been doing to the tiny kit. Gasping for air he saw the brutality that he had inflicted on the kitten. She had a few gashes, one on her head, and another on her leg, some small scratches. Then he looked himself over and found, surprisingly, he had barely any wounds from her. Little scrapes and his injured paw, and the rest from Caspian. He shook his head then said to the baby.
“Is that admittance to defeat?”
Mozart raised her head and spoke surely,
“I won’t give up until you do, or until I die.”
Jak was amazed by the valor of Mozart. She watched him carefully and cautiously, she was weary, but brave, and tried not to show any signs of weakening.
“Then,” Jak quivered, “I admit defeat to you, little one.”
Surprised murmurs echoed through the assembled creatures.
Mozart stared at him and retaliated,
“Then I admit defeat to you, my oppressor.”
More muttering followed.
“May I have the honor of knowing whom I address, my noble companion?” asked Jak.
Mozart smiled.
“Mozart. Mozart the Meerkitten.” She said, “And you, your name sir, is-?”
Jak was stunned but managed to gasp,
“Jak. Jaklikeo the fierce.”
“Jaklikeo is a nice name.” said Mozart, “May, I um, just call you Jak?”
“C-course, er, of course. Er, um, those are some nasty wounds I gave you, er, wanna have some help bandaging them?” he stuttered.
Mozart shrugged.
“Ok, bring Caspian, will you?”
“Caspian?”
“My brother, who you dueled first.” Mozart explained.
“Oh, yea sure.” He said, but he seemed to be somewhere else, a different time and place…
Mozart half walked, half stumbled over to a part of the wood.
“It’s nicer inside, you know.” said Jak absently.
“But then too many creatures would see what I’m gonna do. I trust you Jak, so don’t tell anyone I mean anyone, what you see.” Then she produced her cordial, took a sip and instantly, her wounds were healed.
Jak’s mouth hit the ground for the second time that day.
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“So that’s why nobody’s about to greet us. Well boys, seems we have some troublemakers on our paws, eh?”
Shadow had just told Ribbony and his Catlition about Cogg, Tigerclaw, and the plantation. Of course, Catlition had been outraged with the news but were quick to act.
“What’ll we do Ribbon?”
“Yea, what’ll we do?”
“I’ll tell you what we’re a gonna do!
‘We’ll take em troublemakers out!
An’ bang em on their own big wall!
We’ll toss out tommy-o hawks at them
And drop em from the top ‘o thee wall!
Well we’ll shoot em with our arrows as they fall!
An’ send em twirlin’
Like em whirlin’ gigs in fall!
They’ll twirl till thee faaaaaaaaall!!!!!!!!
We’ll hang em by their toes,
An’ whack em in the nose!
An’ lick em in the freckled lake!
An’ shoo em out the door!
An’ afore they even know we’re there,
We’ll have stolen their very hair and underwear!”
The roaring laughter of Catlition and little Shadow was almost deafening. Shadow had never been so carefree in all her life, and for once she could actually be a kitten!
Shadow understood,
She could be a kitten!
She was so happy she began bursting out in a version of Ribbony’s song;
“Oh we’ll hang em by their toeses!
And thwack em on their noses!
And stick em full o’ tommy hawks,
An’ arrows from the bow!
We’ll make em fall,
Until the fall!
When the gigs whirl!
And before they even know we’re there,
We’ll have taken their very hair!”
“Ha , ha! Nice one miss Shadow!” laughed the big white cat called Explorer.
Smokey heard laughter nearby along with his sister’s voice. He scrambled down the tree towards the noise and low and behold he found his sister with five cackling cats!
“Hey whats all this about?” he squeaked.
Shadow laughed and said,
“Smokey, allow me to introduce you to these fine gentalcats…”
****
Jak couldn’t believe such a tiny kitten could be so defiant as to challenge him.
Him!
Jak the Fierce was being challenged by a pip-squeak sized kitten!
“Listen little kit,” he hissed quietly so only Mozart could hear him, “You’re a tiny baby, and I’m a big warrior cat, I can’t fight you! It’d be, it’d be…”
“Are you saying you’re scared to fight me? Makin’ up excuses to not fight me ‘s what it sounds like!” cried Mozart loud enough for the near bystanders to hear her.
“I am not making up excuses!” growled Jak, “I’d fight you but…”
“Look, I’m two and one half months old, same age as my brother, you afraid to fight a little two and a half month old?”
“I, it, but, how…” Jak spluttered.
“Yes or no will you fight me?”
“Fine! I’ll fight you, tiny cat! And I’ll win too!” growled Jak.
Five minutes latter Mozart, in place of her brother, was suited up in a chainmail shirt with her belt of Treasures (as she and her siblings took to calling it) around her waist. She held her sword high and in the waning light it glittered beautifully.
Jak wore the same outfit as before. He held up his sword and prepared to charge the kit. His plan was simple; Charge Mozart, disarm her, and make her admit defeat before blood was spilled. It was a simple plan that would have worked on most any little kitten…
Except Mozart.
Jak charged the little cat as he planned, but something happened he didn’t expect…
Mozart charged towards him, Jak had expected her to be still and wait for him to come to her, but no, not Mozart, she wasn’t going to play along.
Mozart charged Jak and then, when she was nearly to him, she leapt into the air and sailed right over his head so that his back was to her.
Jak turned, surprised and stared at her.
“Not so easy to beat am I?” she hissed.
Enraged, Jak leapt at her, claws out teeth bared, but Mozart was too quick. She nimbly dogged to one side, leaving Jak to land undignifiedly in the dirt.
Standing to his full height Jak spat out a mouthful of dirt and turned to Mozart who stood calmly to one side.
“You little!” he hissed and in his rage threw his dagger at the tiny kit. The dagger flew harmlessly over Mozart’s head without her even having to duck.
Howling with rage and humiliation Jak flung himself on Mozart. She whipped out her sword and cut his paw.
Then Jak and Mozart clashed swords. Blinded by his rage, Jak and gave Mozart a few wounds that could turn serious…
But this time there was no respite.
Mozart tried her best not to wound Jak, but her sword would slip every now and then and give him a scratch or two. Panting the tiny kitten stumbled backwards and Jak leaned over her. Mozart dropped her sword and Jak grinned madly at her.
“Give up yet, pipsqueak?” he hissed in her ear.
“Never!” and with that she launched Jak from her with her hind-paws. It amazed Jak that the tiny kit could throw him off, but it may not have surprised him as much if he had known how many brothers Mozart had.
Nevertheless, the feat left Mozart stunned for a moment. But Jak was also stunned. The force of Mozart’s hind-paws plowing into his stomach had knocked the breath from him.
Both opponents lay still for a moment, then simultaneously stood up.
“I don’t want to f-ight you no m-more.” said Mozart shakily.
Jak realized what he had been doing to the tiny kit. Gasping for air he saw the brutality that he had inflicted on the kitten. She had a few gashes, one on her head, and another on her leg, some small scratches. Then he looked himself over and found, surprisingly, he had barely any wounds from her. Little scrapes and his injured paw, and the rest from Caspian. He shook his head then said to the baby.
“Is that admittance to defeat?”
Mozart raised her head and spoke surely,
“I won’t give up until you do, or until I die.”
Jak was amazed by the valor of Mozart. She watched him carefully and cautiously, she was weary, but brave, and tried not to show any signs of weakening.
“Then,” Jak quivered, “I admit defeat to you, little one.”
Surprised murmurs echoed through the assembled creatures.
Mozart stared at him and retaliated,
“Then I admit defeat to you, my oppressor.”
More muttering followed.
“May I have the honor of knowing whom I address, my noble companion?” asked Jak.
Mozart smiled.
“Mozart. Mozart the Meerkitten.” She said, “And you, your name sir, is-?”
Jak was stunned but managed to gasp,
“Jak. Jaklikeo the fierce.”
“Jaklikeo is a nice name.” said Mozart, “May, I um, just call you Jak?”
“C-course, er, of course. Er, um, those are some nasty wounds I gave you, er, wanna have some help bandaging them?” he stuttered.
Mozart shrugged.
“Ok, bring Caspian, will you?”
“Caspian?”
“My brother, who you dueled first.” Mozart explained.
“Oh, yea sure.” He said, but he seemed to be somewhere else, a different time and place…
Mozart half walked, half stumbled over to a part of the wood.
“It’s nicer inside, you know.” said Jak absently.
“But then too many creatures would see what I’m gonna do. I trust you Jak, so don’t tell anyone I mean anyone, what you see.” Then she produced her cordial, took a sip and instantly, her wounds were healed.
Jak’s mouth hit the ground for the second time that day.
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