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The Magnificent Seven Cats AU: Feisty, Old Toms
Title: The Magnificent Seven Cats AU: "Feisty, Old Toms"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary:
Warnings: TM7 Cats AU, Slash, Het
Word Count: 7,024
Timeline: Follows the author's Let Freedom Ring; Once Upon A Kittenhood; Awakening; Black Christmas; Come Home, Chris; Not This Day; One Day Out West; The Lonely Trail Of His Life; Spray Time; The World's Best Fisherman; Love and Responsibilities; Learning The Native Way; The Big Faith; Praise To The Goddess; Buck's Bountiful Prey; A Real Man's Drink; Love Sees Only Hearts; The Paws of Deliverance; Desires of the Heart; Harvest Time; Love and Fury; To Harvest Love's Bounty; Beautiful Day; and As The Storm Rages -- all part of The Magnificent Seven Cats series!
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters mentioned within, Four Corners, and The Magnificent Seven are © & TM CBS, The Mirisch Group, MGM, and Trilogy Entertainment, not the author. Lassie is © & TM her rightful owners, also not the author. Everything else contained within is the author's. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: Any one who wants to play in this universe may do so with two exceptions: We ask that you give Queen Cindy and ourselves, Pirates Turner and Sparrow, proper credit for the creation of this AU and we require that you absolutely do not kill or greatly injure any of these characters, the latter being due to the fact that we do not want such a thing to come back and bite our sweet children. Yes, the beings who are mixed with the Seven to make this new breed of heroes, as well as the other characters, are very real and dear to our hearts. :-) They have all already been rescued from various dangers and perils in the world, and we do not wish to have to do so again nor would we ever wish such tragedy upon our loved ones. We have pictures of the kids used herein if any one would like to see.
Chapter One
Buck yawned, his pink tongue lolling out of his furry mouth, as he walked outside of his teepee. He stretched and blinked in the bright rays of the morning sun. He had slept later than he had intended, but he wasn't surprised as he'd been unable to get to sleep for worrying about Chris until he'd finally drank his concerns into easement. He lifted his spotted head and sniffed the air in search of his love's scent.
His pointed ears immediately laid back against his head, and he gave a soft yowl. He didn't smell anything fresh! He walked on, sniffing the air and following Chris' scent until it led him to where his horse had been the night before . . . and was now gone! Buck's green eyes flashed, and he yowled again!
The nearby natives rustled restlessly and looked up from their various tasks. The two other catmen in the village approached him. "Brother, whatever is so greatly wrong?" the large, gray catman questioned.
His ebony companion shook his furry head as his whiskers bristled. "You know ya ain't even got to ask him, Josiah! Chris left out this morning!"
Buck yowled again at the news. He grasped Nathan by his collar before he could stop himself and rein in his instincts. "Which way he'd go?" he growled, his fangs flashing.
"West. Probably to Four Corners."
Josiah placed a hand on Buck's arm, his own fur bristling at the way the man he, Nathan, and the natives had saved from certain death was treating his lifemate. "Release him," he commanded.
Buck gave a soft growl but did as the High Priest requested. Nathan staggered a bit but kept his footing. He straightened his collar as he told him, "We tried to stop him."
"Why didn't you wake me?!" Buck demanded.
"We . . . " Nathan's dark eyes shifted away from him and to Josiah's green orbs before falling to the dirt beneath their feet.
"We thought you were . . . otherwise . . . occupied . . . " Josiah supplied, choosing his words carefully.
"With what?!" Every strand of Buck's fur and whiskers quivered with the fury that filled him and threatened to cloud his judgement again. "With that mousewoman," he hissed, "from last night?!"
Josiah and Nathan quietly inclined their heads in matching nods.
"Ain't ever gonna happen again!" Buck's long, spotted tail cut wickedly through the air. "And it didn't happen last night! Ain't no woman can hold this tom down again, and they ain't getting in my bed ever again -- not after what happened -- not after how I let him down, how I let them all down!" He yowled miserably as tears fell down his furry, black and white cheeks.
Yet again, he mentally condemned himself for Sarah's death. If only he'd not taken Chris away from her that night! If only Chris had not been so willing to go with him when Buck had threatened to chase skirts while in town to make sure he came! None of those damn queens had ever meant a thing to him, but he'd continued to bed them as he'd struggled to hide the truth of the way that Mother Nature had made him! It was Chris he loved, Chris who he could only ever love, and Chris who his foolishness had condemned to lose his other best friend and seek his own death because of his grief and self-blame.
As fury filled him, Buck threw back his head and yowled so loudly that his heart-breaking wail of miserable anguish echoed throughout the village. The micepeople had had enough; they scampered into their teepees for cover and pulled their flaps closed behind them.
Josiah's long, white-tipped tail whisked as he clasped Buck's shoulders in his large, furry hands. "It's okay, brother. There's plenty enough time for you to denounce your sins later and to seek redemption, but for now, we must get after Chris."
Buck's eyes slit back open, and he glowered down at the Priest. "You should have called me."
"So we should have," Josiah agreed.
"We thought there was more than friendship between you two," Nathan spoke back up, his own black tail twitching maddeningly, "but we also thought you were beginning to move on. You never have really told us what's happened to you," he gently reminded him. "We're sorry. We tried to keep him."
"It's all right," Buck grumbled. Shoving Josiah's caring hands off, he turned and ran for his horse, but no sooner had he saddled Beavis and turned to leave the village than he found himself flanked a second time. He looked questioningly up into Josiah's and Nathan's furry faces and, for the first time, realized that the gray fur around Josiah's right eye was darkened and flattened and that the sleeve of Nathan's jacket had been ripped. He gave a half-hearted grin despite the pain and turmoil that filled his heart. "He gave ya a heck of a fight, didn't he?"
Josiah's tail whipped as he returned his friend's smile with one of his own. "Indeed." He winked. "We're all feisty, old toms."
Buck nodded in agreement, but then warned them, his spotted fur shuffling along his body, "It's probably best I go after him by myself."
"Maybe. Probably even," Nathan agreed, nodding, "given the injuries that he's gonna give us, but you're not in this alone any more, Buck. We're your friends. Let us come with you and try to help. If you can't get anywhere talking to him, maybe Josiah can."
"Didn't work this morning."
"No, it did not, but that won't stop me from trying again no matter how many times it takes before he listens to reason."
Buck's grin twisted. He knew all the words in the world wouldn't help to tamper Chris' anger down and that he'd shoot Reason down dead if given the chance, but his instincts and heart also told him that he wasn't riding out of this village alone. If he left by himself, he'd still be followed. He nodded one more time. "Then let's ride!" He urged Beavis into a full blown gallop and was surprised by the Priest's rough command of, "HEE YAW!"
Josiah and Nathan swiftly caught up with Buck. The three friends rode together through the desert, their tails held high and their thoughts and hearts consumed by the image of one man.
Miles away, a lone tom lifted his dark head, and his black ears folded against the top of his furry head as he heard voices raising behind him. His tail whisked angrily through the air as he muttered, "Not again." Every damn time he'd gone anywhere for a drink after Sarah's death, something always happened, and evidently, though it'd been a long time since he'd last gotten to quench his grief in alcohol, that hadn't changed!
To Be Continued . . .
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary:
Warnings: TM7 Cats AU, Slash, Het
Word Count: 7,024
Timeline: Follows the author's Let Freedom Ring; Once Upon A Kittenhood; Awakening; Black Christmas; Come Home, Chris; Not This Day; One Day Out West; The Lonely Trail Of His Life; Spray Time; The World's Best Fisherman; Love and Responsibilities; Learning The Native Way; The Big Faith; Praise To The Goddess; Buck's Bountiful Prey; A Real Man's Drink; Love Sees Only Hearts; The Paws of Deliverance; Desires of the Heart; Harvest Time; Love and Fury; To Harvest Love's Bounty; Beautiful Day; and As The Storm Rages -- all part of The Magnificent Seven Cats series!
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters mentioned within, Four Corners, and The Magnificent Seven are © & TM CBS, The Mirisch Group, MGM, and Trilogy Entertainment, not the author. Lassie is © & TM her rightful owners, also not the author. Everything else contained within is the author's. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: Any one who wants to play in this universe may do so with two exceptions: We ask that you give Queen Cindy and ourselves, Pirates Turner and Sparrow, proper credit for the creation of this AU and we require that you absolutely do not kill or greatly injure any of these characters, the latter being due to the fact that we do not want such a thing to come back and bite our sweet children. Yes, the beings who are mixed with the Seven to make this new breed of heroes, as well as the other characters, are very real and dear to our hearts. :-) They have all already been rescued from various dangers and perils in the world, and we do not wish to have to do so again nor would we ever wish such tragedy upon our loved ones. We have pictures of the kids used herein if any one would like to see.
Chapter One
Buck yawned, his pink tongue lolling out of his furry mouth, as he walked outside of his teepee. He stretched and blinked in the bright rays of the morning sun. He had slept later than he had intended, but he wasn't surprised as he'd been unable to get to sleep for worrying about Chris until he'd finally drank his concerns into easement. He lifted his spotted head and sniffed the air in search of his love's scent.
His pointed ears immediately laid back against his head, and he gave a soft yowl. He didn't smell anything fresh! He walked on, sniffing the air and following Chris' scent until it led him to where his horse had been the night before . . . and was now gone! Buck's green eyes flashed, and he yowled again!
The nearby natives rustled restlessly and looked up from their various tasks. The two other catmen in the village approached him. "Brother, whatever is so greatly wrong?" the large, gray catman questioned.
His ebony companion shook his furry head as his whiskers bristled. "You know ya ain't even got to ask him, Josiah! Chris left out this morning!"
Buck yowled again at the news. He grasped Nathan by his collar before he could stop himself and rein in his instincts. "Which way he'd go?" he growled, his fangs flashing.
"West. Probably to Four Corners."
Josiah placed a hand on Buck's arm, his own fur bristling at the way the man he, Nathan, and the natives had saved from certain death was treating his lifemate. "Release him," he commanded.
Buck gave a soft growl but did as the High Priest requested. Nathan staggered a bit but kept his footing. He straightened his collar as he told him, "We tried to stop him."
"Why didn't you wake me?!" Buck demanded.
"We . . . " Nathan's dark eyes shifted away from him and to Josiah's green orbs before falling to the dirt beneath their feet.
"We thought you were . . . otherwise . . . occupied . . . " Josiah supplied, choosing his words carefully.
"With what?!" Every strand of Buck's fur and whiskers quivered with the fury that filled him and threatened to cloud his judgement again. "With that mousewoman," he hissed, "from last night?!"
Josiah and Nathan quietly inclined their heads in matching nods.
"Ain't ever gonna happen again!" Buck's long, spotted tail cut wickedly through the air. "And it didn't happen last night! Ain't no woman can hold this tom down again, and they ain't getting in my bed ever again -- not after what happened -- not after how I let him down, how I let them all down!" He yowled miserably as tears fell down his furry, black and white cheeks.
Yet again, he mentally condemned himself for Sarah's death. If only he'd not taken Chris away from her that night! If only Chris had not been so willing to go with him when Buck had threatened to chase skirts while in town to make sure he came! None of those damn queens had ever meant a thing to him, but he'd continued to bed them as he'd struggled to hide the truth of the way that Mother Nature had made him! It was Chris he loved, Chris who he could only ever love, and Chris who his foolishness had condemned to lose his other best friend and seek his own death because of his grief and self-blame.
As fury filled him, Buck threw back his head and yowled so loudly that his heart-breaking wail of miserable anguish echoed throughout the village. The micepeople had had enough; they scampered into their teepees for cover and pulled their flaps closed behind them.
Josiah's long, white-tipped tail whisked as he clasped Buck's shoulders in his large, furry hands. "It's okay, brother. There's plenty enough time for you to denounce your sins later and to seek redemption, but for now, we must get after Chris."
Buck's eyes slit back open, and he glowered down at the Priest. "You should have called me."
"So we should have," Josiah agreed.
"We thought there was more than friendship between you two," Nathan spoke back up, his own black tail twitching maddeningly, "but we also thought you were beginning to move on. You never have really told us what's happened to you," he gently reminded him. "We're sorry. We tried to keep him."
"It's all right," Buck grumbled. Shoving Josiah's caring hands off, he turned and ran for his horse, but no sooner had he saddled Beavis and turned to leave the village than he found himself flanked a second time. He looked questioningly up into Josiah's and Nathan's furry faces and, for the first time, realized that the gray fur around Josiah's right eye was darkened and flattened and that the sleeve of Nathan's jacket had been ripped. He gave a half-hearted grin despite the pain and turmoil that filled his heart. "He gave ya a heck of a fight, didn't he?"
Josiah's tail whipped as he returned his friend's smile with one of his own. "Indeed." He winked. "We're all feisty, old toms."
Buck nodded in agreement, but then warned them, his spotted fur shuffling along his body, "It's probably best I go after him by myself."
"Maybe. Probably even," Nathan agreed, nodding, "given the injuries that he's gonna give us, but you're not in this alone any more, Buck. We're your friends. Let us come with you and try to help. If you can't get anywhere talking to him, maybe Josiah can."
"Didn't work this morning."
"No, it did not, but that won't stop me from trying again no matter how many times it takes before he listens to reason."
Buck's grin twisted. He knew all the words in the world wouldn't help to tamper Chris' anger down and that he'd shoot Reason down dead if given the chance, but his instincts and heart also told him that he wasn't riding out of this village alone. If he left by himself, he'd still be followed. He nodded one more time. "Then let's ride!" He urged Beavis into a full blown gallop and was surprised by the Priest's rough command of, "HEE YAW!"
Josiah and Nathan swiftly caught up with Buck. The three friends rode together through the desert, their tails held high and their thoughts and hearts consumed by the image of one man.
Miles away, a lone tom lifted his dark head, and his black ears folded against the top of his furry head as he heard voices raising behind him. His tail whisked angrily through the air as he muttered, "Not again." Every damn time he'd gone anywhere for a drink after Sarah's death, something always happened, and evidently, though it'd been a long time since he'd last gotten to quench his grief in alcohol, that hadn't changed!
To Be Continued . . .