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hounded ([info]hounded) wrote in [info]qaf_drabbles,
@ 2009-03-02 20:12:00

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Entry tags:author: hounded/rebel, author: xie_xie_xie, challenge #105: icon inspiration

Challenge # 105: Icon inspiration
Title: Stalking the Wild Pizza, in two parts; the latest in the "Rage!Kitten" series that begins here.
Author: Rebel
Prompt: Rage was confused, from [info]vl_redreign
Condom: 2 to Justin
Icon:



I.

Rage was curled in his basket, purring in his sleep. Justin smiled and brushed his hand over his kitten's body, but Rage kept his eyes tightly closed.

But after Justin was gone, the door slammed, the car started in the garage, Rage jumped up. He raced into the kitchen, nose twitching, tail in the air. He leapt onto the counter, and pounced on the pizza box.

The empty pizza box.

Rage sat there, confused. He knew Justin hadn't eaten it all, and he'd heard Brian say when the man brought the box, "You know I don't eat junk food anymore."

II

Rage stalked into the room, planning on venting his anger with his claws on the white leather sofa. But Brian was there, watching television. "Well," Rage thought, "maybe a nap…" and he jumped on his lap.

Brian pretended not to notice the little kitten, but Rage was used to that. He settled on his denim legs and started to groom one of his paws. In a minute, just like always, Brian's hand started stroking him, even though his eyes never left the television screen.

And then Rage froze, eyes narrowed, nose twitching. He smelled it: his pizza. On Brian's breath.

The story of Rage the kitten continues here!



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[info]hounded
2009-03-03 12:39 am UTC (link)
Dear britin1729,

Yes, I have written many stories about the kitten named Rage. I hope you will read them!

Sincerely,

Rebel

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