Post by eliaza on Sept 28, 2007 18:00:45 GMT -5
((This thread's mainly just a quick thing so Vylah can send Vyle on Macavity's "errand", but other peoples can join if they wish))
It didn't take Vylah long to locate her son, who was sitting behind a pile of boxes, about to devour a mouse. The lazy brat. What did he ever do for the tribe? "Put that thing down," she snapped. "I have--that is, Macavity has--a job for you."
Vyle sighed. He should have known his quiet solitude wouldn't last long. Instead of putting the mouse down as he'd been told, he picked it up and carried it with him as he walked over to Vylah. "So what is it?" he asked the queen in a bored tone.
"You want to show more respect for your elders and betters," Vylah growled, knocking the mouse out of Vyle's paw. "Macavity's heard that several new cats have joined that tribe of dumb house-kits, the ones that call themselves 'Jellicles.'"
"Yeah, and?"
"And he wants to know whether they're a threat or not," Vylah snarled. "Go to their junkyard--take care you're not seen, the tribe would be no worse off without you, but it wouldn't do to risk their finding us. See if any of the new cats look threatening--are they strong, fighting toms or weak, scrawny kittens? Then report back to Macavity. Can you remember all that?" she asked sarcastically.
Vyle nodded. "Don't be bothered, I'll do it. So, ol' Macci's planning something, is he?"
Quick as a flash, Vylah slapped her son across the face--claws out. "Don't you dare speak of him that way," she hissed. "Now go and do as I've told you."
Vyle made no move to ward off Vylah's attack, although he probably could have. Although he'd long ago lost all respect to her, there was still that consciousness in the back of his mind that she was his mother. He turned without another word and headed out of the warehouse. But as an afterthought he called over his shoulder, "I'll do the spying, but if you want Macavity reported to, then you do it. You're the one who worships him."
Vylah had half a mind to go after the kitten and show him what she thought of his cheek, but decided to let it go. She'd deal with the brat later. Picking up her son's abandoned mouse, she proceeded to eat it, while glancing around for any signs of fellow henchcats. Where had they all gotten to lately?
It didn't take Vylah long to locate her son, who was sitting behind a pile of boxes, about to devour a mouse. The lazy brat. What did he ever do for the tribe? "Put that thing down," she snapped. "I have--that is, Macavity has--a job for you."
Vyle sighed. He should have known his quiet solitude wouldn't last long. Instead of putting the mouse down as he'd been told, he picked it up and carried it with him as he walked over to Vylah. "So what is it?" he asked the queen in a bored tone.
"You want to show more respect for your elders and betters," Vylah growled, knocking the mouse out of Vyle's paw. "Macavity's heard that several new cats have joined that tribe of dumb house-kits, the ones that call themselves 'Jellicles.'"
"Yeah, and?"
"And he wants to know whether they're a threat or not," Vylah snarled. "Go to their junkyard--take care you're not seen, the tribe would be no worse off without you, but it wouldn't do to risk their finding us. See if any of the new cats look threatening--are they strong, fighting toms or weak, scrawny kittens? Then report back to Macavity. Can you remember all that?" she asked sarcastically.
Vyle nodded. "Don't be bothered, I'll do it. So, ol' Macci's planning something, is he?"
Quick as a flash, Vylah slapped her son across the face--claws out. "Don't you dare speak of him that way," she hissed. "Now go and do as I've told you."
Vyle made no move to ward off Vylah's attack, although he probably could have. Although he'd long ago lost all respect to her, there was still that consciousness in the back of his mind that she was his mother. He turned without another word and headed out of the warehouse. But as an afterthought he called over his shoulder, "I'll do the spying, but if you want Macavity reported to, then you do it. You're the one who worships him."
Vylah had half a mind to go after the kitten and show him what she thought of his cheek, but decided to let it go. She'd deal with the brat later. Picking up her son's abandoned mouse, she proceeded to eat it, while glancing around for any signs of fellow henchcats. Where had they all gotten to lately?