Post by akutare on Apr 26, 2007 19:58:37 GMT -5
Searchie was busy, stalking some mice in Micky's netherworld. Well, not your everyday, ordinary run of the mill type mice. These were fire breathing hellmice. His ears twitched as he heard scuffling around, like tiny claws clicking aginst the stoney walls.
"Neyah...?" he questioned as he got in pouce mode. His tail started to swish violently as if he spotted something.
"Neya.. Meya! Mice!" He meowed happily, "I know master don't like mice.. but I do!" He meowed happily.
And there sat a Hellmouse. In it's black furred glorly, munching on a seed. This was Searchie's chance! To capture that mouse!
"Neya-Neya-Neya..." He taunted happily. However...
The mouse notcied the cat cammando was near it's sites. Was it going to run away?
"Eek!" It squeaked. It also turned to face Searchie.
"Eeek.... FOOOOOM!" It breathed fire in the hellcat's face and skittered off into a hole in the wall.
Searchie caught wind of the flame and had a burnt face. He shook it off, flopping down on his paws.
"Meow... Master will be very pissed.." He said. He waddled back to his basket and pulled out some plans from his pillow. to catch that mouse... or perhapes to see what Micky was doing.
Choices... Choices.
"Neyah...?" he questioned as he got in pouce mode. His tail started to swish violently as if he spotted something.
"Neya.. Meya! Mice!" He meowed happily, "I know master don't like mice.. but I do!" He meowed happily.
And there sat a Hellmouse. In it's black furred glorly, munching on a seed. This was Searchie's chance! To capture that mouse!
"Neya-Neya-Neya..." He taunted happily. However...
The mouse notcied the cat cammando was near it's sites. Was it going to run away?
"Eek!" It squeaked. It also turned to face Searchie.
"Eeek.... FOOOOOM!" It breathed fire in the hellcat's face and skittered off into a hole in the wall.
Searchie caught wind of the flame and had a burnt face. He shook it off, flopping down on his paws.
"Meow... Master will be very pissed.." He said. He waddled back to his basket and pulled out some plans from his pillow. to catch that mouse... or perhapes to see what Micky was doing.
Choices... Choices.