Waiting the long Watches (OPEN!!!)

[stubinz]

'the Junkyard tis so quiet,' the battered old tom thought as he limped into the Center. Stubinz knew that he should  seeing to the needs of the strays at the Lark and Rose, but there was something about the early evening quiet that held his attention. the Rescuers were not back yet, and the events of the last few days, Jeylorum's capture, the raids on that ab and the Atlas Cab Company, Munkustrap's mother blowing in and out again, and the disappearance of that strapping Deepwalker, all these and more were still strong
on the old tom's mind.
he flicked a notched ear and smiled when he heard the familiar wailing call of Haversham singing the greeting to Eye of Bastet old dear Lady Moon.
well his old friend was not the only one who could raise noise!
Stubinz settled down and rosined the bow of his fiddle, and then looked fondly at some other old friends who had begun to gather, shades of Tribemembers long gone eyt still here for him others who knew.
soon a happy reel was skirrling through the junkstacks, inviting those who heard join the old tom.

[X2]

[[Plopping Ragnvald down in this thread, if you don't mind. ]]

After finally managing to get away from the talkative, rambunctious and all around obnoxious Mungojerrie, Ragnvald moved through the junkyard. He wasn't sure where he was going, still being the newbie that he was to the Jellicle Tribe. And he was sure, or at least hoping Bombalurina was following behind him. He was pretty sure he read the signals right and that getting away to find some peaceful quiet between the pair was a mutual one. Rage was almost ready to turn around and ask for directions, when he heard a light melody in the air. It seemed to soothe his thoughts and before he knew it, his curiosity and his feet (which had a will of their own) had started moving towards where the music was coming from. He emerged into a large open area, with junk piles strewn about on the sides. And an elderly tom sitting down playing the fiddle with one of his claws. It was a queer sight, Rage thought as he tried to ascertain in his mind what he was seeing. A...cat...playing a fiddle? It was something he had never seen or heard of before.

[stubinz]

the lovely red queen followed Rangvald with an amused twitch of her tail and whiskers, Jerr could be a bit much to take at times!
as they moved through the shadows she was content bring up the rear enjoying an excellent view, when she heard...music.
she peered past the handsome tom and sure enough there was old Stubinz sawing away on that fiddle of his!
Bomba gave Rangvald's ear a lick, giggling at his confused look, "what's the matter Stud you've never heard of The Cat With A Fiddle?" she purred.
"that's Stubinz, he's nice a bit...off he talks to himself and thinks he's talking to ghosts. he's harmless just a e spooky some." she added.
then the shapely queen lithely sprang into the clear area and fell into an Irish step dance in time to the old tom's playing.
Stubinz grinned and shifted into 'The Cup 'O Tea' setting the fiddle down when that song was done, the old tom stretched his spindly frame and shook out his tan and grey with rust and black striped coat flexing the remaing  two toes on his right rear paw and three on his left front. his numerous scars caching the moonlight.

"well tis nice ta see ya fair lady fire locks! any word on tha Tribe Business yet?" the battered old tom said.
Bomba shook her pretty head, "no...but I have someone you to meet!she said.
her clear green gold eyes flashed happily asshe turned and called "come on out!"