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Post by mwroach on Nov 19, 2009 15:35:48 GMT -5
Well, I may as well put it here... WARNING: Once you begin reading this fanfiction, it will be virtually impossible to stop...(you know, unless you have, like, a really short attention span or something...lol j/k XD) This story will end up being approx. 15 chapters long. I'm 10 chapters into it....(not too late to catch up!) Title: Light of the Jellicle Moon Author: M.W. Roach Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Describes Deviations of a Sexual Nature. Also contains graphic violence, mild adult language, adult content, crude sexual humor, brief humorous drug use/refrences (later chapters), religious undertones and death of a character.Featured Characters: Munkustrap, Rum Tum Tugger, Mistoffelees, Macavity, Mungojerrie, Rumpleteazer, Alonzo, Old Deuteronomy, Demeter, Bombalurina, Growltiger, Griddlebone and Electra. My Characters: Liz Hopplebumper (human), Tova, Sariomi, Nefersheba, Quaxo (fan-version), Eeverium (all Mistoffelees kittens'), Danileo (Tugger's son) and Leviticus (Old D's youngest son). Synopsis: Mungojerrie is one of Macavity's henchcats, and no one knows about it; not even Teazer. When Macavity learns of a human who is given the gift of Jellicle Speech and is welcomed in the tribe as the guest of honor for the Jellicle Ball, the Ginger Cat forces Mungojerrie to kidnap her. But when the gift goes awry, and the calico has second thoughts, he is forced back into it by the infamous pirates Growltiger and Griddlebone. What will Mungojerrie do when Rumpleteazer finds out? And how will the rest of the tribe react? What's Macavity planning to do with the human girl? Loyalties will be tested, forbidden love will ensue, and battle will rage when the Hidden Paw attempts to do something so unspeakable, the truth will shock all who reads.... [glow=red,2,300] Light of the Jellicle Moon[/glow] [glow=red,2,300] Chapter Breakdown- [/glow] Prologue: Sacrifice Chapter 1: Jellicle Debate Chapter 2: Liz Hopplebumper Chapter 3: A Different Jellicle Life Chapter 4: Romantical Cats Chapter 5: Not a Jellicle Chapter 6: Bloody Pirates Chapter 7: The Dropoff Chapter 8: Surprising Illusions;Eccentric Confusions Chapter 9: Critical Cats Chapter 10: Road Rage Chapter 11: Feline: Fearless, Faithful and True[/b] [shadow=red,left,300]Coming Soon- Chapter 12"[/shadow]Slight Mod EDIT
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Post by Atraielees on Nov 23, 2009 6:37:51 GMT -5
Interesting, I shall put this on my 'to-read' list.
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Post by Pippin on Nov 27, 2009 21:48:16 GMT -5
As an avid follower of this fic, I have to say it's well worth reading. I give this story two thumbs up! I highly suggest you all read and enjoy .
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Post by CoolMint on Nov 29, 2009 21:09:55 GMT -5
Ooh, I can do this tonight while I procrastinate writing a paper on the current going-ons in Afghanistan. Oh boy, I do love really long, well-written fanfics. I could read them all day, if only there were enough.
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Post by Atraielees on Nov 30, 2009 4:24:38 GMT -5
heh, just wait till I finish mine...it's l o n g!!!
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Post by mwroach on Dec 2, 2009 14:03:34 GMT -5
"Light of the Jellicle Moon" is not as long as it sounds...each chapter rounds out to about 10 Document pages (I've read stories where each chapter is like, 30 pages long!!!!) I won't try and beg anyone to read my story, but, I can add excerpts from each chapter that may initially make you more interested in reading it. Here we go! The last excerpt contains mild adult language.
Excerpt from Prologue “Sacrifice”:
The Mastiff yowled as he kicked out frantically, trying to shake the cat and cage free from the horrid grip. Munkustrap couldn't hold on any longer, and released his tired, sore jaws. His cage went hurdling through the air and smashed right against the bull terrier, who was sent flying out from beneath the light. Both dogs, feeling cantankerous from the random attack, turned on each other and fought viciously. Munkustrap sat panting in his cage, the taste of dog blood fresh in his mouth. He glanced over at Tugger, who looked at his brother with a new air of respect. The two of them shared a rare smile. Munkustrap then turned his attention to the other two brothers, who also smiled in appreciation.
But the celebration didn't last long. The four of them turned when they heard the men approaching. As they entered the lighted area, the cats noticed a shiny black tube gripped in the hands of the man who appeared to be the leader. He cocked the rifle back with a loud click. The cats nearly stopped breathing. They knew what guns were, and they knew that man is most powerful when one of these instruments were present. They surrounded Munkustrap's cage.
“This one's a woild li''le beast, ain't 'e?” The leader asked in his cockney accent. “You know wha' we do wif these woild ones, don't we, boys?”
The other men cackled menacingly, sipping their whiskey. The leader placed the end of the gun in the cage, aiming directly at Munkustrap's forehead. The tabby didn't cower, but proudly and fearlessly held up his head. He wasn't afraid to die.
“Noighty, noight, ki'y cat...” The man growled as he curled his finger around the trigger.
Excerpt from Chapter 1 “Jellicle Debate”:
His travels took him to a dark, forbidding part of town. Even the humans there lived lower then the cockroaches. Human women loitered on the street corners, offering their bodies for sale to passers by. Human men took refuge in the allies. Their putrid scent filled the bystreets of the loathsome part of town known as the grimy road of Tottenham Court. He slunk quietly along the shadows, his eyes fixed on the dilapidated building ahead. With a deep breath, he pressed forward, stopping at the door. 3 black creatures with gnarled whiskers and tattered coats met him, moaning and growling in hideous tones that made Mungojerrie want to turn and run from them. Their eyes were empty black sockets and their stench made the humans smell like roses. The zombie-like creatures wailed loudly, signaling others above to open the door. As the massive chamber creaked open, Mungojerrie took another look at the despicable, poor creatures. This is what happens to a cat when he is tortured into revealing his ineffable, effable, effanineffable, deep and inscrutable singular name. The monster of depravity who now owned their souls thought nothing of them, and found them as expendable as the parasitic mites that made their homes in the ravished coats of the undead phantoms that were once cats.
He crept through the door of the abandoned building and made his way up the narrow, winding staircase. He stopped at another door, sounds of sexual ecstasy permeating through the wood. Mungojerrie backed away. Perhaps this wasn't the best time? He turned to leave, only to leap back in fright as the door suddenly flew open…
Excerpt from Chapter 2 “Liz Hopplebumper”:
A cat appeared from behind a pile of trash. Liz couldn't help but smile at him. The boss never gave him a name, and he was known as just 'cat'. He was gorgeous; silver from head to toe with black stripes and a few spots scattered across his head. Liz guessed that this cat was an Egyptian Mau.
The silver tom looked up at her with quiet respect in his yellow eyes. She knelt down gently.
“Hello, beautiful boy. Are you hungry?”
The tom purred and rubbed his head against the side of the trashcan. Liz inched closer, holding out her hand.
“What a good boy you are. So handsome, too.” She scooted even closer.
The purring continued as the tom became so elated, he rolled on his back. Liz moved closer still.
“That's a good tomcat. Yes...are you going to let me pet you today?” She reached out as far as her arm would stretch.
The tom, realizing her intent, got up cautiously. He sniffed her fingertip, then slowly backed away, just out of reach. Liz smiled and sighed.
“Oh well. I got close this time, at least.” She sounded slightly disappointed. This silver tom was the only cat who did not seem to like being touched at all.
She placed the Tupperware dish on the ground and straightened herself up. “Perhaps if you had a name, you wouldn't be so standoffish.” Suddenly, just as it happened with Alonzo the stray, a name popped into her head upon completion of her sentence. “Munkustrap...” She whispered.
Excerpt from Chapter 3 “A Different Jellicle Life”:
Mungojerrie sat rigidly against the record stack, his intense gaze never once leaving the opening of the Pipe. Quaxo had come through a short while ago announcing the girls' arrival, and Mistoffelees dashed out moments later. He fidgeted nervously, wondering what was taking so long for her to come out. Were they waiting for Old Deuteronomy to show up first? The anticipation was almost unbearable. He rubbed his head, closing his eyes. He had listened in on Demeter and Bombalurina earlier, and was well aware of their plan to send the human away during the Ball. He decided he would watch them and see where their plan went. If they were to succeed, luring her to Macavity's Lair would be easy. So easy.
He cringed at the thought and covered his face. Oh, how he wished something would happen between now and then that would force him to abandon the mission. He hated having to do it. And what about Mistoffelees? How would he get the original conjuring cat to follow him to Macavity? He sighed heavily and slammed his head against the stack of records, causing the top ones to topple over and rain down on him. He didn't feel it. It couldn't have hurt nearly as much as the pain in his heart. A dark memory stalked in the back of his mind; the memory of the first time he ever saw the Monster of Depravity. That first horrific, deplorable, despicable meeting. It sickened him. His breaths became short and sparratic as he tried to force the memory back into the shadows of his mind. He didn't want to remember...
Excerpt from Chapter 4 “Romantical Cats”:
Munkustrap's insides tightened as he noticed Liz sitting in his spot. He looked down at her nervously.
“Hello, Munkustrap.” Liz greeted pleasantly. “Mind if I keep you company?”
He looked out on his brother and Tova while their dance advanced, then back down at Liz.
“You want to sit...with me? During this dance?” He asked, fiddling with the fluff on his arms.
“Sure I do. Don't worry, the other cats told me all about it.” She said boldly, eyeing the graceful dancers.
Stunned, the silver tom descended slowly, taking a seat behind her. Unwittingly, Liz reached over and began stroking his ears. She was, as she reminded herself, a human. In her mind, Munkustrap was nothing more then the shy pussycat in the alley behind the restaurant. She smiled as the tabby purred contently. While the spotlighted dance progressed into more of an intimate scene, Liz watched as the cats, who had paired up a few moments earlier, started getting a little cozy themselves. She was rubbing Munkustrap's chest now, running her fingers over the many scars hidden under his shimmering coat.
“My goodness...you have an awful lot of scars, don't you?”
“It's my job...to protect the tribe...” He managed to moan between purrs. “...No matter what.” He inched closer and rubbed his head against hers.
Liz smiled and stroked his arm, which he had placed around her waist. She was rather surprised at his behavior. Seemed he was a very affectionate cat, after all.
Her eyes wandered back to the dancers. She furrowed her brows at the scene. What the hell are they doing?...Oh, Lord...OH NO!
Her jaw dropped as it finally clicked in; the realization of the Mating Dance, culminated with the warm breath on the nape of her neck as Munkustrap's fangs began to clamp around her scruff...
Excerpt from Chapter 5 “Not a Jellicle”:
Mistoffelees ran his paw along the gate. Yes, Liz had been here just minutes ago, but now where was she? He stopped and turned as he heard barking. He sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Pollicles.” He wasn't afraid of them. He hadn't been scared of little dogs since he was a kitten. He unsheathed his claws, his ears listening intently on the barking. It was getting closer. “I don't have time for this!” He hissed, running for the corner from where the little dogs were about to show themselves.
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The pollicles ran nervously, frightened of the big, sour cat who had already given up the chase and gone home. Realizing they ought to return home by visiting the front door, the little dogs slid to a stop, bumping into one another. The she-pollicle slid into a stack of garbage, yelped, and ran away before the large broom handle fell. It landed against another gates' latch, unhinging it and allowing the gate to fall open and the “Beware of Dog” sign to drop into the dirt.
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Mistoffelees' speed increased, his claws ready. He could hear paw steps approaching. He smiled, ready to strike the little mutts. Finally, a dog came loping from around the corner; a Great Dane.
“OH CRAP!” Mistoffelees stiffened his legs in an attempt to stop. But at his speed, it didn't work. He dropped his haunches and placed his front legs out rigidly. Finally, he came to a stop; resting right on the Dane's face. “Double crap...”
Excerpt from Chapter 6 “Bloody Pirates”:
Growltiger stooped down and grabbed Mungojerrie's collar. It was damaged and bent. “Tryin' to get out of it, eh?” He pushed the collar away, causing it to spin around his neck a few times. “Not smart, and it's not going to work. So, here's the deal...”
He pulled Mungojerrie's chair across the room to a small window off the starboard side. He whipped the chair so the captive calico could see out the window. He gasped at the sight of Teazer in a cage dangling above the dark waves. After allowing Mungojerrie to get a good look, Growltiger pulled him back in.
“The girl is on the port side in an identical situation.” The eye-patched feline informed. “Either you finish your job and bring the girl to Macavity as planned, or meself and me lady will do your job for you and deliver the girl...while you watch your sister drown. It's your choice, mate.”
Mungojerrie looked up with hatred at the scallywag, his tail twitching with fury.
Excerpt from Chapter 7 “The Dropoff”:
Bomba quickly dropped to her knees at her sister's side, gazing up at Dem with eagerness and longing.
“Are you going to tell me what he did to you?” She asked excitedly.
“No...” Dem muttered. “I was...”
“Why won't you tell me, Dem!? I want to know!” Bomba pulled at Dem's shoulder fluff violently. “Tell me!!”
“STOP IT!” Dem hissed, getting up from her seat and nearly knocking Bomba over in doing so. “WHEN WILL YOU UNDERSTAND I WAS ONLY 4 MONTHS OLD WHEN HE TOOK ME??? I WAS AN INFANT! He held me captive for a year! A year, Bombalurina! He tortured me everyday, is that not enough for you to know?!?!?! Why do you want me to re-live it? I do not want to! Please don't make me do it, sister. Do not make me remember what he did...” She fell to her knees, grasping her own arms. “If it weren't for that beautiful gray queen...I would never have escaped. Macavity...he...” She looked up at Bomba's stern and angry face. “He had no intention of ever letting me leave.”
Bomba hissed and turned away, her ears pinned back. “Of course not...he loved you.”
Dem snapped her head up and whirled to face Bomba, who had already turned and left, her tail now swishing with rage.
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Bombalurina slammed her back against an old crate, her eyes locked on a WANTED poster of Macavity. Beneath his photo read “Macavity: Wanted for Everything”. She smiled at the poster and ran her claw tips along his face.
“You loved her, Macavity...Why?” The thought of her sister made her fur stand up. She cocked her arm back and slashed the poster in half. Why didn't you love me?
Excerpt from Chapter 8 “Surprising Illusions; Eccentric Confusions”
Mistoffelees leapt to his feet and bolted down the tracks, throwing himself into every stride as to make his speed quicker. The pirates quickly recovered and were on his heels almost instantly, slashing and roaring with rage. The train tracks extended over the icy Themes River a good 300 feet below. Mistoffelees kept his pace on the track and lunged out over the river. The pirates came to a halt and watched as Mistoffelees got further away. The tuxedo tom stopped and turned, a bit vexed that the pirates weren't even trying to follow him, and he soon realized why. The tracks vibrated violently and the young tom could hear a whistle in the distance. He turned slowly, his eyes bulging and his pupils shrinking in the bright headlight of the train roaring towards him.
“Oh, jeez...” He turned and started to run back, but stopped again. The pirates were on the other end of the bridge on either side of the tracks, snickering and waiting eagerly while flashing their claws.
Misto turned and looked at the train again, which was charging closer and closer by the second. The roar of the locomotive, the cackle of the pirates and the rapid beating of his own heart made it virtually impossible to think. So, he didn't.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, spreading his arms out to the side. The sounds around him melted away as he leaned over the edge. Please, Keeper of the Heaviside Layer and Creator of all things...I beg you...let me use my magic just one more time tonight, and I will ask no more. Please, help me...
And the pirates watched in awe as Mistoffelees stepped over the edge of the tracks and plummeted hundreds of feet towards the icy river below, his striking black coat glittering like the night sky.
Excerpt from Chapter 9 “Critical Cats”:
Tugger crossed his arms like a spoiled child and leaned against the door, stretching his legs out. They quickly pushed into Munkustrap's space, resting against his legs.
“Your leg is on my side. Move it.” Munk growled.
“It's not on your side.” Tugger muttered, pushing his leg closer.
The two boys started pushing each other's legs and before long the whole thing turned into a slap-fight. Demeter rolled her eyes as she was forced to scoot closer to Mistoffelees, for Alonzo had pushed his way between her and Munkustrap. He seemed oddly happy and his eyes were red and glassy. He leaned back and put his arm around Demeter.
“I feeeel grreeaat...” He slurred. “Don't you?”
Dem shuddered and pulled her face away. “Ugh, you smell...”
“Aanndd you, my lervly...you have sssssexy eyes.” He flirted, swaying to and fro.
Demeter gasped in offense, while Munkustrap smacked Alonzo in the chest with the back of his hand. Alonzo jumped a little and turned to Munkustrap, grinning stupidly.
“Hey, maaan...”
“What's the matter with you?” Munk asked aggitantly.
“Oh, don't be jealous, cuz...” Alonzo put his other arm around Munkustrap. “I think you have ssssexy eyes, too...”
And Mistoffelees jumped sky high as Alonzo came flying from nowhere and slammed right into the window. The inebriated cat groaned as he slowly slid to the floor of the limo, leaving behind a trail of drool on the window. Munkustrap irritably crossed his arms, a scowl on his face. Tugger, meanwhile, smiled and crossed his legs in a very feminine fashion. He cradled his face in one hand while stroking Munk's knee with the other.
“That's okay, sweetie.” He joked in a lisp. “I didn't think he was the right one for you, anyway.”
Munkustrap merely groaned with despair and agitation into his paws, his tail twitching irritably. “ARE WE THERE YET?!”
Excerpt from Chapter 10 “Road Rage”:
Enraged by the daredevil move, Munkustrap leapt from the carriage onto the coachman's seat.
“That's enough, Mistoffelees!” He scolded, yanking the reins out of his hands and shoving him back with a light push. “I'm driving now!”
Misto stood there for a moment, absorbing the reality of what Munkustrap had just done. Still full of adrenaline, he scrunched up his face with anger and shoved his tabby brother in response, nearly knocking him off the carriage all together. Munk turned sharply, fuming.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!?”
“I'M DRIVING!” Mistoffelees hissed, snatching the reins from Munkustrap.
“NOT ANYMORE!” Munk pulled them back. He shoved Mistoffelees again, only harder.
“STOP PUSHING ME!” Misto shoved back, again almost knocking Munkustrap to the ground.
“You little bastard!” Munk growled, swatting Mistoffelees really hard in the back of the head.
No more words were exchanged. Mistoffelees leapt onto Munkustrap's back and started biting his ear. Munkustrap cried out and brought his leg up, kicking Misto in the forehead twice. And the two of them went at it; smacking, punching, biting and kicking all while pulling on the reins and making the horses dodge and swerve all over the road.
Do any of those little ditties make anyone interested?
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Post by Pippin on Dec 2, 2009 15:17:13 GMT -5
The excerpt from Chapter 9 makes my day .
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Post by mwroach on Dec 9, 2009 18:04:07 GMT -5
I think everyone loves an intoxicated Alonzo simply because there's a little intoxicated Alonzo in all of us So, Chapter 11 is up, and here's a little excerpt from it: (also explains why Tugger and Misto should never touch each other) “I could use a hug.” Misto admitted, leaning towards the lanky tom.
Tugger took a step back cautiously, looking around in every direction. “Uh....sure, why not? No one's watching...” Slowly, he extended his arms.
Mistoffelees took a few steps forward. He brought his own hand up to Tugger's arm.
ZAPP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” Tugger yowled in pain as he dropped to the ground, twitching.
Mistoffelees looked at his paws in shock as lightening danced from his fingertips. After a moment or two, they disappeared. A huge smile swept across his face. His magic was slowly returning.
“My magic's coming back! The Everlasting Cat must be pleased with my epiphany! And it's all thanks to you, Tugger!” Misto turned and gasped when he noticed Tugger still rolling on the ground in agony, gripping his arm. “OH MY GOSH, TUGGER I AM SO SORRY! ARE YOU OKAY?!”
“Mmmmppphhhh...” Tugger groaned, biting his lip. “Oh, gawd...” He moaned, burying his face in the dirt to muffle his whimpers.
“Gosh, I am so sorry, Tugger! I didn't know...it came out of no where! I am so sorry....” He tried to help Tug up, but the sleek dark cat would have none of it, and quickly got to his feet on his own.
“I'm fine!” Tugger growled, twitching. “Let's just go!”
“Really, Tugger. I'm so sorry...Is it bleeding?” Misto winced at the deep, smoldering 3rd degree burn on Tugger's arm. “Yeah, it's bleeding...you're gonna need some iodine...Jeez...I am so sorry about that...”
“Forget it!” Tugger snapped, pulling up his mane.
“You wanna try to hug again?” Misto offered with open arms.
“NO!” Tugger jumped back holding his hands up. “HELL NO! You killed the moment! Let's just go already! This is ridiculous...” He proceeded to walk away, his gait sparratic and twitchy. He flicked his ear at a clicking sound coming from behind him. He turned sharply. “AND STOP LAUGHING AT ME!!!”
Misto bit the inside of his lip. “I wasn't laughing at you...” He lied, ending the statement with a bold chuckle.
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