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Fatherhood
When Demeter told him she was pregnant, Munkustrap practically went into shock.
He was starting to think that he and Demeter would never have kittens of their own. He would have been okay with that – the tribe had more than enough kittens, and he and Demeter were always happy to babysit.
When she told him, he ran the past few days through his mind. Demeter had been fine. No sickness like the other queens complained about, no extra tiredness or anything of note. He almost stuttered as he asked if she was sure, the words getting caught in his throat, tripping over his tongue.
Demeter had laughed, pressing his hand against her stomach.
“Jenny confirmed it.”
Munkustrap had almost fallen off the junkpile. Demeter grinned, kissing his cheek.
“I’m going to be a father.”
~.~.~.~.~
The first time the kitten moved against his paw, Munkustrap fell out of their nest.
They’d been curled up together, Munkustrap rubbing gentle circles over her extended stomac
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Changes
When something gets pointed out to you, the glass shatters, and you’re suddenly aware.
Aware of everything that’s happened in the past, and of everything that could possibly happen in the future.
It eats at you, threatens your sleep. Sometimes it’s so intense it renders you useless and hollow. Suddenly your every thought is dependent on that one thing. A habit. An idiosyncrasy.
A change.
That’s how Munkustrap felt the day Demeter told him that she was pregnant.
Like his world had turned itself inside out.
Suddenly, every thought, every action was focused on the kit in Demeter’s belly.
His mate seemed ridiculously fragile now.
He found himself worried about hurting Demeter in ways he never used to. He starting sleeping with his arm up high, around her ribs instead of her stomach, worried that the extra weight would be bad for the growing kit. He even stopped pulling her against him when they hugged, paranoid that pressing themselves too close together would
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Insecurities
It wasn’t a fact that was well known around the tribe, but Munkustrap suffered from days where he couldn’t leave his den, spending it locked in a haze of depression and self-doubt. He spent so much time and energy on ensuring that his tribe was kept safe and happy, and no one, except for his mate, even saw the need to watch out for him and his needs.
Sometimes, he couldn’t keep it up.
Couldn’t face dealing with everyone and their problems, no matter how big or small.
Couldn’t deal with the constant threat of Macavity.
Couldn’t even summon up the energy to leave his nest, let alone the den.
On those days, when Munkustrap didn’t show up to take over from him, Alonzo would quietly get another tom to take a watch. If neither Munkustrap nor his mate appeared in the courtyard, Tugger would make a snide comment about them having a private rendezvous, much to the amusement of the other cats. Jenny and Jelly would quietly watch over the entrance of thei
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Subtle Differences
It had taken Tugger a few weeks.
A few weeks to learn the difference between the magical Mr Mistoffelees and the quiet, unassuming Quaxo. The shifts were subtle, hard to detect, even though they seemed to be exact opposites of each other and before he worked it out, he’d offended them a number of times. Which was painful in a number of ways, considering that Mistoffelees would publically snub him, and starting flirting shamelessly with the nearest tom (or queen, on occasion), and Quaxo would disappear, making himself impossible to find.
The biggest differences Tugger had found was that Mistoffelees loved to be the centre of attention, much like Tugger himself, while Quaxo was a lot shyer. When Tugger and MIstoffelees were together, they easily gained the attention of the tribe as they put on impromptu displays of dancing and magic, shamelessly flirting in the main clearing in full view of the tribe, to the point where they’d been warned multiple times about the kittens bein
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Leaders of the Tribe
Their first date was awkward.
Incredibly awkward.
They barely spoke, stealing glances at each other and blushing a bright red each time they caught the other’s eye. Their paws accidentally touched as they made their way back to the Junkyard, and Demeter practically jumped a mile into the air, skittering over to the other side of the footpath and staying there until they finally got back to the outside fence. They’d paused there, looking shyly at each other for the first time all night, neither of them willing to beak the sudden silence. Eventually Demeter darted forward, pressing a brief kiss to Munkustrap’s cheek before running back to her den as fast as she could, glancing back before she turned the corner to see Munkustrap standing frozen where she’d left him, his hand pressed to his cheek.
That was when she knew they’d be together forever.
~.~.~.~
Their first date was weird.
Ridiculously weird.
They’d been friends for so long that admitting their
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Recovery
Demeter was kidnapped by Macavity while she was just barely in her teens. She wasn’t the only one taken, but she was the only one who came back.
She’d staggered back into the Junkyard weeks after they’d vanished without a trace, so skinny that they could almost count her ribs, her fur so neglected and filthy that they almost didn’t know who she was. Bombalurina had been the first one to pick her scent, pushing frantically past Munkustrap’s protective stance to catch her sister as she collapsed. Munkustrap had been the second to approach her, holding back the rest of the tribe as he scooped her limp body easily into his arms, before hurrying to Jenny’s den, Bombalurina hovering worriedly.
She’d spent the next few days being nurtured back to health by Jennyanydots, Jellylorum, and Bombalurina, while Munkustrap hovered worriedly, unwilling to lose another member of his tribe. All four cats fussed over her, forcing her to eat, and helping her to gr
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Yet Another Injury...
Mistoffelees had been hunting away from the Junkyard when the mystics had reached out to him.
Macavity is here.
Mistoffelees merely paused at the first touch of their minds to his, but his breath grew tight in his chest as he heard their warning.
Munkustrap is hurt.
Mistoffelees straightened up, abandoning his prey at their message and turning instinctively in the direction of the Junkyard, trying his hardest to catch its scent on the breeze. The mystics sent him one more word before breaking their connection, a word that caused Mistoffelees to panic and run back towards his home, no longer caring about making noise.
Hurry.
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Mistoffelees skidded into the middle of the Junkyard, aware in the back of his mind that Macavity was no longer there, but too consumed by his fear to pay it any attention. He spared the Jellicles in the clearing a glance, noting absently that no one seemed hurt even as he realised that Munkustrap was nowhere to be seen.
Alonzo had
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Tentative Plans
Munkustrap perched at the top of one of the junk piles, forcing himself to concentrate as he watched over his tribe, nose twitching as he tried to detect any strange scents on the breeze.
Alonzo leapt up beside him, and Munkustrap relaxed slightly, greeting him with a smile as he nuzzled him quickly.
“Anything new?” Alonzo asked, sinking into a crouch as he glanced curiously out at the horizon.
Munkustrap shook his head, taking one last glance out at the Junkyard.
“Nothing unusual. It’s been quiet today.” Munkustrap informed him. “Come find me if anything changes.”
Alonzo nodded, his ears flicking forward intently as Munkustrap climbed down, smiling as the kittens spotted him and swarmed his legs, nuzzling against him fondly as they begged for his attention.
Most of the tribe seemed to be gathered in the main clearing as pre-dawn arrived, the rising sun
making everything seem pale and washed out. Munkustrap pet the heads of the kits, before sen
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After The Ball...
Demeter had been waiting in the shadows since the ball ended. She’d made herself comfortable, knowing that Munkustrap would come and find her once he was certain that everyone was settled safely in their dens.
She knew from experience how exhausted Munkustrap was after the Jellicle ball, and especially after Grizabella….
She shook her head, clearing the thought away as she looked out at the clearing below her, watching as the Jellicles began leaving slowly in pairs and small groups. She smiled slightly as she saw a nervous Victoria leaving with Plato, and waved at Bombalurina when she glanced in her direction as she padded away. Munkustrap was standing guard near Old Deuteronomy, smiling fondly and listening attentively to each of the cats that came to speak to them. Finally, the clearing emptied, and Munkustrap was free to guide Old Deuteronomy home.
Demeter nestled herself down, resting her head on her arms as she watched and listened attentively, on guard as she waited f
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Mungojerrie and Rumpleteaser
Rumpleteaser had never meant to become a thief. She’d been sneaky and cunning as a kitten, but it never went further than pulling pranks on the others. And then she’d met Mungojerrie.
He was already a notorious thief, not that he told her that until their fourth or fifth date. Neither of them had homes when they first met, just dens in the junkyard, and it was hunger that finally convinced Rumpleteaser to steal.
Mungojerrie picked an easy house for them, knowing that Rumpleteaser was already worried. It belonged to a mostly blind and oblivious little old lady, and Mungojerrie had visited her multiple times in the past, mostly to steal food.
They climbed up a tree planted close to the house, jumping lightly onto the roof before sneaking in through a window that had been left ajar. Once inside, Mungojerrie led Rumpleteaser straight down into the pantry, where they ate to their hearts content. Full for the first time in days, they made themselves comfortable on the couch, and
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Jemima
He’d known it was coming. He’d been watching Demeter for the past week, cooing over the new kittens, and seeing the longing in her eyes. But he still hadn’t been entirely prepared when she brought it up.
“I go into heat next week.” She’d said abruptly, and Munkustrap had glanced up at her, trying to hide his sudden panic.
“I’ll have go stay with Rum Tum Tugger again.” He’d replied easily, hoping she’d drop the subject.
She hadn’t.
She’d sidled up to him, leaning into his side.
“You don’t have to.” She’d murmured in his ear, pressing closer. “I think I’m ready for kittens.”
Munkustrap looked up at her, taking in her hopeful expression, his excuses dying on his lips – he was busy looking after everyone, he was trying to keep the junkyard safe – and agreed, despite himself.
Within two weeks, Demeter knew she was pregnant.
The first few weeks went easily. Deme
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Ruth and Miriam
Blaine froze in place, halfway across the car park. His grip on Kurt's hand dragged him to a halt as well, and Kurt turned back toward him, frowning.
"Blaine?" he asked.
"Oh god." Blaine breathed. "This is really happening. I'm not dreaming am I?" he asked, a little frantically. Kurt rolled his eyes, pinching his arm.
"Ow!" Blaine yelped. "What was that for?" he pouted, starting to walk again, Kurt dragging him along.
"Well, you asked if you were dreaming..." Kurt replied distractedly, glancing at the sign at the front of the building.
"You don't think this is a dream?" Blaine asked as they stood there, both staring up at the building.
"I'm hoping it isn't." Kurt replied softly as they pushed their way through the door.
A frazzled looking receptionist greeted them.
"Kurt and Blaine right?" she asked, continuing when Blaine nodded. "I'm Katie. I'm so sorry about this, it's been a horrible week, and half the kids are sick, and we don't want the healthy ones here any longer then they have
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Baby Girl
"We have some news."
Kurt wasn't proud of those words. He'd heard them too often in soaps, and they usually meant bad things. Finn shifted uncomfortably beside him, and for a fleeting second, Kurt was proud of him for understanding that this probably wasn't good news.
"Yes?" Kurt prompted when Burt and Carole were silent.
"I'm pregnant!"
Kurt was stunned, to put it lightly. For a second, he thought he'd misheard, but the look on Burt, Carole, and even Finn's face told them he hadn't.
"Oh…"
^.^
By the end of Carole's first month of pregnancy, only a week or so later, Kurt still didn't know how to react to the news. Their house was full of awkward silences, in fact the only ones who weren't awkward around each other were Burt and Carole – and that was purely because of their excitement.
Add to the fact that Carole's morning sickness had started right away – and lasted through the day – Kurt was very unsure of how to treat her, let alone work out how he felt about the
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So I've had tickets to go see Cats at QPAC (The closest thing we have to Broadway in Brisbane) in February for probably close to six months now. And I just found out that Andrew Lloyd Weber decided to change Tugger's character to a rapping kitten with dreadlocks.

And basically I'm really annoyed that he decided to change Tugger's character and completely replace him. I haven't seen it yet, so mostly I'm just annoyed on principle because I love Rum Tum Tugger as a rockstar, and I was really looking forward to go see it, and now I'm worried that I'm going to hate it, and I didn't want to deal with that the first time I get to go see Cats live.

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theresahelmer Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2014  Professional Photographer
 Thank you so much for adding me to your watch list, i am utterly flattered :heart: ~Theresa
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pixieevil Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2014
I saw your Dark Chocolate Java milkshake and couldn't help myself. Your pictures are amazing!
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woospuss Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2013
Love your klaine stories! 
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pixieevil Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2013
Thank you so much! I haven't been uploading many here - you should go check out 'A Collection of Klaine' over on ff.net We're almost up to 400 chapters :D
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:squee:  whats your user name on ff.net?? 
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It's 'The Other'. It's actually my roomate - we write and upload together.
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opps sorry! watch this[link]
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Starkid! Hai! Have you seen all of their productions? :D ?
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yuppers! you?
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pixieevil Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2012
Very much so! My friend introduced me to the Starkids and Glee at the same time so...

Which is your favourite? I like bits from them all (I have to admit, I haven't watched MAMD all the way through) But I think Starship's my favourite ^^
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