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recklessrex · 4 years

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I've talked at length about Sullivan, and I know I still need to flesh out those bullet points, but for now please allow me introduce you to some of my other Cats OCs

I've got quite a few, so to keep this from getting super long, I'll break it down into parts.

Part 1: the "Alleycat Triplets"

(not actual triplets, just always together)

Persimmian

(per-SIM-mee-an) Not "persimmon." Persimmian. An intense, short-tempered alley cat that values looking tough, but mellows somewhat with adulthood.

Doesn't put up with your bullshit

Stubborn, proud, and irritable

Used to be more aggressive and violent than she is now

Has mellowed but is very much not mellow

Resting bitch face

Vigilant and alert

Mind always racing

Excellent tactician, but poor long-term strategist

Lives in the moment

Must do something with hands

Lots of arm-crossing as a result

Intense serious business mode

Enjoys joking and messing around in down time

Sense of humor is mostly dry sarcasm, mockery, and blunt insults

Will laugh at your misfortune, but not at your pain

Loves her two best friends dearly but is too proud to say it out loud

Became the leader of an alleygang in mid-adolescence that was once the Jellicle's closest neighbors

Demi

About Munk's age (used to consider him a rival)

Lean and athletic

Soft medium-length fur

Colorpoint with a little bit of diluted orange in the points, making her technically a calico colorpoint

Deep blue eyes

Floofy tail

Nickname: Persi

Scaramouche

(skahr-ah-MOOSH) Member of Persi's gang and one of her two BBFs.

Also acts tough, but more as a job or for fun

Actually a laid-back goofball

Calm and nonchalant

Believes he's not smart, but has more common sense than Persi or Crash

Sees the bigger picture

Almost impossible to get him down or get under his skin

Forgives easily

Bores easily too

Master of casual snark and playful teasing

Will fight you for fun then offer you a drink

Unshakeably loyal to Persi and fiercely protective of both her and Crash

Slightly older than Persi

Tall and slender

Short scruffy fur

Solid brown

Scar crossing over left eye from left forehead to upper left lip, causing a slight sneer

Bright yellow-green eyes

Blind in scarred eye, but very good at hiding it, even Persi and Crash sometimes forget.

Sometimes slurs when excited or upset because of his damaged lip

Nickname: Scar, and he's so proud to finally have the scar to go with his name

Crashendo

(kraa-SHEN-doh) Member of Persi's gang and the final member of the alleycat BFF trio.

More openly kind and friendly than his friends

Still very good at posturing and intimidation when the situation calls for it

Acts generally chill and care-free but secretly worries a lot

Fast learner, good memory

Technically the smart one, even if he's not always wise or sensible

Pays attention to the details

Brings the sass

Loves rough housing and acrobatics

Sensitive and empathic

Will gladly listen to your life story

Will also gladly tell you exactly why you suck

Intensely loyal and faithful to Persi and Scar, whom he considers his soulmates

Demi/Bi

A bit younger than Persi and Scar, closer to Tugger's age

Small and sturdy

Short smooth fur

Silver bengal-like markings

Warm golden eyes

Nickname: Crash or Crashie

All three:

Are almost never apart

Might as well be literally chained together because it wouldn't even bother them

Have no patience for idiots, bullies, or people that threaten or hurt the other two

Have called Munk "Tough Guy" since adolescence

No they don't remember which one of them called him that first

Are the first ones that called Alonzo "Patchwork" which eventually got picked up by Macavity's gang

Used to call Tugger "R.T." and still do occasionally

Think Asparagus (Jr) is "a pretty cool dude"

And that the twins are "stealth badasses"

No they don't know what that's supposed to mean

Are a force to be reckoned with in a street fight

Less useful, but still get by, in one on one combat

Will absolutely team up on your ass

Would literally die for each other

Some pics to show what I mean by "calico colorpoint" (not Persi's exact markings):

and "silver bengal-like" (he's not actually a Bengal, just unsure what else to call these markings):

UPDATE: I've added some pics of what Scar kinda looks like. The left pic is his shade of brown and face shape, the right is my best attempt at photoshopping his scar onto a brown cat, though I realized too late I was using the wrong color for the scar, it should be a more pinky greyish kinda tan color if that makes sense...

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

#my characters #my ocs #Persimmian #Scaramouche #Crashendo #cats musical

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 4 years

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I know I already asked one for the character asks, but I saw you were doing them for other people's OCs and I was wondering if you're at all familiar with any of mine could you do one for me too please?

Persimmian

favorite thing about them: A wonderful, stubborn lady who is 100% done with your bullshit!!

least favorite thing about them: I’d love to see more about her! I think she’s such a good OC, and I’m already in love with her!

brOTP: Scaramouche and Crashendo

OTP: I’m not terribly sure if you’ve paired her with anyone? I don’t want to make assumptions, so please feel free to add whatever OTP you have for her!

nOTP: Since you’ve listed Persimmian, Scaramouche, and Crashendo as “triplets”, I’m going to go with the Persimmian x either of them as a nOTP.

random headcanon: She says she doesn’t like cuddles, and she doesn’t acknowledge that she loves her friends, but, if she’s very tired, she will 100% just curl up in the tiniest ball with one of them because she doesn’t realize what she’s doing.

unpopular opinion: I’d love to see her interactions with the Jellicles! Such as how she stopped being rivals with Munk!

song i associate with them: “Confident” by Demi Lovato

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prehistoricalcats · 4 years

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JELLICLE QUEEN APPRECIATION MONTH

June 16th:

OCs

(Again there are no gifs, but please take this amazing art of Persi by @platothefluffbutt and this stillframe of "Baby Griz" which is basically what Hildebriar looks like)

For this one I'll be forcing myself to alter the format and removing the "favorite version" "favorite actress" and "favorite moment in he musical" questions because they simply don't apply here

I don't think I can do all my OC queens, but I wanna do at least Persi and Hildebriar, who I haven't yet discussed in detail or released a bio for yet, but she's important and I don't want to leave her out.

Persimmian

OC bio here, jelliclequeens submission here

What do you love about this queen?

She's a badass bitch that doesn't take shit from anyone. She's fierce, proud, strong, and fearless. But then she also has a soft side, and I love writing her in softer moments where her affection and/or concern for her friends bleeds through the tough outer shell

That being said, I equally love writing moments where she kicks ass and takes names, or where she's otherwise in intense serious business mode which is a phrase I've used to describe her in three separate posts now but it describes her so well 💙

What is your wlw ship with this queen?

I could see her hooking up with Cass. They're both tough strong and proud, they're both fighters, and both have a "lol fuck you" sort of attitude. Persi radiates "don't try me, you will fucking die" vibes that nicely compliment Cass's "try me, I fucking dare you" vibes. I think they would appreciate each other. And they would certainly appreciate each other, if you know what I mean ;)

I could also see her being attracted to Demeter, but I don't think Demeter would return the feelings. She's too angry and aggressive for Demeter's tastes, but I think Persi would be attracted to Demeter's kindness and courage, as well as everything else because dayum girl it's Demeter

But then Persi may be a bitch, but she ain't that kinda bitch. Once it was clear Demeter wasn't interested, she'd shrug off the attraction and move on. She ain't about to go chasing some queen that ain't interested

Hildebriar

In short, Hildebriar is the queen that plays Grizabella when the Jellicles (performers in my hc) put on their play about That One Particular Jellicle Ball™

Everyone else plays "a caricature of themselves" for most of the show, but Hildebriar only plays "herself" right at the very beginning (Baby Griz)

When I finally post her bio, I'll link it here

What do you love about this queen?

She's like that one teacher in every high school who absolutely does not tolerate bullshit and no one wants to misbehave in her class because they know she means business, but that most students love anyway because she treats everyone with respect and will work with you if you need help and be patient and chill about it instead of criticizing you, and she always has like a bowl of snacks or something on fridays just make sure you clean up after yourself or you won't get any next week

She's like that, but not a teacher. Just a caring, helpful authority figure in the tribe. She's stern and has a very no-nonsense demeanor, but she's secretly very sweet and caring. Which is awesome 💙

What is your wlw ship with this queen?

Oof idk. I've considered shipping her with Griz, but I've also considered making them sisters. And also considered that as strong a connection as that would make her playing Griz in the show kinda weird, so also considering the "good friends" route. Idk

Other than that I don't think I have any ships for her atm. She definitely isn't with Jenny or Jelly, because it simply wouldn't make sense with certain things that go down in my headcanon. Maybe in an AU?

Hmm maybe she had a lover (or several) that went with Abraxas when the tribe split up? Hmmmm… 🤔

I love coming up with new hcs right in the middle of writing these ^ ^

So anyway I think that's all of my own OCs I'm gonna do right now. May do more later in the month. Let me know if you want me to do one of yours!

Day 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

#my ocs #jellicle queen appreciation month #jellicle queens: OCs #jelliclequeens2020

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clinic-crew · 4 years

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Plz I just need a persimmian and mawile to complete my dex I can offer almost any shield exclusives there is or even a touch trade just hmu

#pokemon swsh #pokemon trade

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persimmian · 9 years

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Photo by L. Brody Dunn

#Photography #architecture photography #photographers on tumblr #L. Brody Dunn #persimmian #uiuc #university of illinois #urbana #illinois

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recklessrex · 4 years

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*inhales* I've only read the part 1 of your cats oc, but if anything happened to Persi, Scar or Crash I'd kill everyone is this room and then myself

Well at the risk of spoilers, I'll say that they're definitely alive and well in the current timeline of the fic that I'm planning in my head and may hopefully write someday

Can't promise that the storyline might naturally shift that way, but I certainly don't have any plans to kill them off or anything

#I'm so glad you like them!!#Persimmian #Scaramouche #Crashendo #my ocs #cats ocs #i think you'll really love the Cats in part 4 #if i ever finish writing it

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recklessrex · 4 years

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131 - Scar, Persi and Crash. I do hope this one makes a click on ur head 😅

Third time's the charm! ^^

“It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

If there was one thing Persimmian was good at, it was thinking on her feet. She could completely change her tactical approach in response to a changing situation in less than a second. She was a decision maker, a tactician, a cunning and quick-witted mot.

If there was anything Persi was not good at, it was waiting.

The colorpoint calico leaned against the wall near the entrance to the main chamber of the hideout, her arms crossed, her ears back, her eyes narrowed, her tail swishing rapidly back and forth. Her favorite chair awaited her, as did the celebratory booze someone had cracked open to share with the gang, but she was too restless to relax right now. It was all she could do to stand still against the wall instead of pacing up and down the room. She refused to let the gang see that she was worried.

Despite her efforts, they could tell something was up. They may not have guessed she was worried, but they might think she was pissed (which she was also, to be fair). Veteran members of the gang, however, recognized her body language as how she normally acts when she's thinking, usually when a quick decision needs to be made or plans need to be changed on the fly, but also when she's just quietly mulling over something. What, they have no idea, but they were used to their boss sitting around with her ears back, eyes narrowed, and tail swishing, just seeming to watch everything while the rest of the gang relaxed and enjoyed themselves, and they knew to leave her alone.

There were only two people that could get away with bugging her when she was brooding over some mystery thing, and those two people weren't here.

What her gang didn't realize was that it was rarely just one thing running through her mind, especially in the mood she was in now. Among the many thoughts that raced through her mind at this moment was a replay of the events of the evening, going over every detail she could call to mind, again and again, trying to find any clue that something had gone wrong.

Another thought was to list the multitude of perfectly ordinary things that could have delayed her friends' return to the hideout after the job, without causing them harm.

Still another, one that she would rather not think about, was to imagine all the things that could have happened to them on the way home, and another was assessing the likelihood of each scenario, good, bad, or neutral, and reassuring herself that they were probably fine. She trusted them to take care of themselves.

But as each minute ticked away, and still no spotted silver Aussie raising a toast to the gang's success only to poor it over some poor greenie's head, no dirt-colored scar-faced Brooklynite casually wrestling with anyone he can get ahold of between drinks, the idea that something had happened to them got harder and harder to wave away.

It was always harder to sort her mind out when the lads weren't around. She may have been devilishly clever, especially when it came to thinking on her feet, but long term planning had never been her strong point, that was Crash. He was the book-smart one too. He could patiently sort through tons of complex and sometimes conflicting information, considering scenario after scenario, rejecting the ones that didn't work and eventually landing on the best plan. His patient, organized approach to critical thinking would have been especially helpful to her now, with scenario after jumbled scenario flipping rapid-fire through her brain without any answers.

If Crash was the book-smart one, Scar was the sensible one. The guy that goes "Hey that leftover spilled beer on the table that we sopped up into a rag and squeezed into our glasses, yeah that probably has like cleaning liquids and shit in it now, and will probably poison us if we drink it," while everyone else is daring each other to drink what they think is just an awful tasting liquid. Say for example, the three of them had to find what was wrong with a car that won't start. Persi would have opened the hood and dove right in, looking for anything loose or that just didn't look right, Crash would be off to the side reading the owner's manual, while the first thing Scar would do would be to check the gas. His simple, level-headed approach to most obstacles had saved Persi's hide so many times over the years, and would have been a major comfort to her now.

She kicked the wall in frustration, startling a few nearby gang members, who quietly fled to the other side of the room. They were all too familiar with their boss's temper. She ignored them and checked her watch again, then crossed her arms once more, tapping her foot.

Where the fuck are they?

Her thoughts tumbled and tumbled around in her head faster than she could keep up with, until finally she gave up and did what she did best.

She made a decision.

"Fuck this," she growled, pushing up off the wall. Much of her gang eyed her nervously as she stormed out of the main chamber. She didn't care. She strode briskly through the passageways headed for one of the hideout's exits, ready to go on the hunt for her right-hand toms…

…and nearly ran right into the toms in question as they stumbled in through the same door she was about to exit.

"Eyyyy boss!" shouted Scar, raising his bottle in salute.

"Heya Perce!" said Crash with a little better volume control and the biggest derpiest grin plastered all over his face. "Where ya been?"

"Where've I been?" echoed Persi. "Where've I been?! I been here, where I'm s'posed to be! Where the fuck have you two idiots been?!"

"Oh, yeah" said Scar, "we jus' got herr di'n' we?" His slur wasn't all from drink. The scar on his face twisted the left side of his lip ever so slightly, not much, but enough that he always slurred more than the others whenever they drank. But slur or no slur it was still clear that they were both drunk as a skunk. Their breath reeked of booze, and they had their arms slung over each other, leaning heavily on each other and holding each other semi-upright, though the door frame was doing most of that job at the moment.

She grabbed ahold of them them, Scar's jacket in one fist and Crash's shirt collar in the other, yanked them inside, making sure to deposit them against the wall to keep them upright, and slammed the entrance closed.

"Shit boss," drawled Crash, his accent thick with booze, "wha's the mattah?"

"Yeh, ligh'en up boss, i's cool" added Scar, gesturing with his bottle nonchalantly and spilling beer on the floor of the passageway.

Persi glared at them. Other than being completely off their tits, they seemed unharmed. She looked at her watch once more and balked.

“It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?” she demanded. "You was supposed to come straight back!"

"Oh yeh, we shtopped fo' a drink" slurred Scar. Crash nodded in agreement.

"There's plenty booze here!"

"Yeah but ya know, we was drinking with friends," explained Crash.

"Othah friends I mean" he added quickly. "You're mah friend, but like, ya know-"

"We ran inta (hic) RT," interrupted Scar

"Yea, ya know, an' we got chattin" continued Crash, "and like-"

"An' we got drinkin" said Scar. Crash nodded enthusiastically.

"An' then more a' his lot showed up"

"An' we's all drinkin heheh"

"An' it turned into a real party, mate!"

"Ya shoulda been der boss, waz great!"

"We 'ad a great time!"

Satisfied with their explanation, the lads stood (well mostly stood) waiting for her response with big, dopey, lovable grins on their faces. Persi sighed and pinched the bridge of her snout where it met her eyes, resisting the urge to beat the shit out of her best friends.

She might have to have "words" with RT about distracting her lads (though the next morning Crash would remind her that Tough Guy don't appreciate people messing with his brother and their pseudo-alliance with Tough Guy's tribe was worth maintaining, and Scar would remind her that RT had no idea there was anything to distract them from anyway).

She regarded her faithful troublemakers, still smiling dumbly at her. Anybody else would have gotten a beating, or maybe even a taste of claw. But not these two. She just couldn't do that to them. Not after everything they'd been through together. She sighed again. There was no point to even lecturing them, since they probably wouldn't remember it. No, she could deal with them in the morning.

"Come on," she sighed, grabbing them by the arms and half leading, half dragging them down the passageway. "That's enough fun for you two for one night. Time for my very smashed lads to go to bed."

#Thanks for restarting my brain!#RT is Tugger if you couldn't guess #And Tough Guy is what these three call Munk #Persimmian #Scaramouche #Crashendo #Yeah Scar's from Brooklyn #long story #cats fic #cats ocs #my ocs

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recklessrex · 4 years

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The prompt: 14 using Scar and Persi (it doesn't need to be canonically with ur fic, to avoid spoilers, I'm just curious to see them on different situations :]

“Can you explain why my phone is up there?”

The first thing Persimmian was aware of was that the sky was a rather pleasant shade of bright blue. A couple of puffy clouds here and there. Very pretty.

The second thing she was aware of was the warm, familiar weight at her side, tucked under her right arm. A quick instinctual mental assessment (thin, tall, scruffy fur, on the right he's always on the right) instantaneously identified it as her best friend Scaramouche.

The third thing she was aware of was that her left side was cold. No warm, familiar weight.

"Scar…"

The warm, familiar weight on her right shifted and settled. She wiggled her shoulder to nudge him awake.

"Scar."

"Hh?"

"Where's Crash?"

That got Scar's attention. He lifted his head. Seeing no silver spotted tom on his friend's other side, he propped himself up to look around.

"I gotta bettah question for ya," he said.

"Hnh?" grunted Persi, still staring at the pretty sky.

"Where da fuck are we?"

Persi peeled her eyes away from the pleasant blue sky and puffy clouds to take a look around. They were laying in some sort of small field behind what looked like a suburban neighborhood. Rows of rundown houses with small back gardens lined three sides of the field. The fourth side was bordered by a highway.

"Where the fuck are we?" she asked.

"S'what I'm askin' you" Scar answered, rising into a kneeling position.

"I know. I mean I don't know. Shit," Persi's mind raced. The sensation was almost comforting to her. It meant she was finally properly awake. Her thoughts were always going a mile a minute.

But none of her thoughts right now could tell her where they were or how they'd got there.

"What'd we do last night?" she wondered as she sat up.

"Well we still have all our clothes on, so we prolly di'n't fuck," said Scar, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to say. He was good at straight-faced teasing.

"Fuck off," Persi scolded softly, her mind elsewhere. She stood up and looked around some more. No sign of Crash. That's not good. Probably. She narrowed her eyes. Her ears went back. Her tail flicked back and forth, its long fur swaying.

Scar stood up next to her, eyeing his oldest friend. He knew what she looked like when she was thinking. It usually didn't take long. He looked around too, hoping to spot his other best friend laying in the grass some meters off, but no luck. Even with only one good eye he could tell they were alone in this field.

Persi could vaguely remember a party. She clung to that memory and worked to expand it. She's been there with Scar and Crash. Of course, that part was easy, they went everywhere together. The party had been mostly lame, but there had been booze. She remembered sitting on a sofa and laughing about something with the lads, beer in hand. She thinks it was beer. She didn't remember leaving.

"So what we doin', boss?" Scar's voice cut into her thoughts.

"We left the party without Crash, apparently," she said aloud, frowning. It didn't answer his question, but it was the thought she was having at that moment, and she knew what he really wanted was to hear her thoughts.

"Oh yeah, I remember, the party!" exclaimed Scar, snapping his fingers in triumph. Then he realized how the rest of that sentence went.

"Why da fuck would we do that?" he asked.

"I don't fuckin' know!" answered, frustrated and starting to worry. Scar was worried too, but Scar could shrug it off a lot easier. Sometimes it just pays to be calm about shit, even bad shit.

"Oi, Crash!" Persi called, hoping if he was in or near one of those houses he might hear her.

"Crashie!" echoed Scar "Where ya at?!" But they got no response.

"Maybe he like, was already passed out when we left or something," Scar thought aloud after a moment. It was the only thing he could think of that made sense.

"Ah yeah, maybe. I guess," agreed Persi. Then suddenly a thought came to her, one that should have come much sooner. Resisting the urge to smack herself in the face, she reached for her phone.

"Oi, where's my phone?!" she cried in alarm.

"I don't fuckin' know" shrugged Scar.

"You still got yours?"

He checked.

"Yeah."

"Call Crashie," ordered Persi.

Scar dialed Crash's number.

Ring

Oi, you've reached a badass. You know I'm badass cuz I'm Australian. Aw yeah! Leave a message!

That was a new one.

Scar hung up and opened the text messenger.

Crashie, dude, where you at?

He dialed again.

Ring

Oi, you've reached a badass. You know I'm ba-

Scar hung up. Shit.

"No luck?" Persi asked.

"Nothing," he said. "I texted him." Then he had a thought.

"Hang on I'ma try yours," he said.

They both listened close, but neither could hear Persi's ringtone within earshot.

After another attempt to call Crash, and a couple more unanswered texts, Persi decided they should head to one of the suburban streets bordering the field to get their bearings. As they walked, Scar kept trying Crash's and Persi's phones, and they both occasionally called out,

"Crash!"

"Yo Crashie!"

"Oi! Where are ya mate!"

No response.

It turned out they hadn't traveled far from the party. They didn't recognize the street they came to at the edge of the field, but a quick Google Maps of the street name put it just three blocks from the address of the party, which was still saved in Scar's phone.

They headed off in that direction, hoping to retrace their steps, and possibly even find Crash asleep on the sofa. When they reached the party, or rather where the party used to be, they let themselves in, and made a search of the premises. They properly started to panic when all they found was trash, empty booze containers, and drunk jerks passed out in various locations around the house, none of them an Aussie silver bengal named Crashendo.

The stench of drunk farts and stale booze was getting to Persi. Exiting the house to stand on the lawn she took a deep breath of semi-fresh air and tried to get a grip on her thoughts. She was out of ideas. They needed to find Crash. They needed some sort of plan. Dammit. She was a decision maker, a tactician. She thought on her feet. She didn't do plans. Crash is the planner, she thought forlornly.

Scar joined her on the lawn, phone in hand.

"Maybe we can at least find your phone," he said, his voice totally even, as if nothing was wrong. But his clenched jaw and anxious eyes told a different story. Persi was grateful for Scar's calm sensibility under pressure.

He may not be the most educated fella, but damn if he ain't the only one with a brain sometimes, she thought, allowing herself a small affectionate smirk at her friend before worry wiped it from her face again.

"I don't really give a fuck about that," she growled, "but go ahead." It was a lie. Worry was making her argumentative. She wasn't sure how finding her phone would help find Crashie, but Scar never had an idea that turned out to be useless. She trusted him.

He started to turn back into the house as he dialed, but something stopped him in his tracks.

Persi's ringtone.

From outside somewhere…

They both looked around them intently, ears twitching back and forth, trying to pinpoint the sound. It went to voicemail. Scar dialed again. It seemed to be coming from… above them?

They looked up. There, on the roof, tucked into a corner where the main roof met an alcove, laying next to two phones, asleep under the pretty blue sky and puffy clouds, was Crash.

"Oi!" called Persi, "Crash!"

"Crashie! Eyyy buddy!!"

"Crash! Wake up!"

"Ey!"

Persi picked up an empty beer can from the lawn and tossed it at her sleeping friend. He grunted and stirred, then sat up, looking thoroughly bewildered.

"Crashie!" shouted Persi.

"Persi!" echoed Crash, looking down to find where her voice was coming from, the confusion leaving his face instantly when he spotted his best friends.

"What's up?" he asked with a smile, and without a single trace of irony.

"You are, looks like," answered Scar, straight-faced.

Persi's worry had evaporated, to be replaced with intense irritation. How in the hell had he... No she didn't want to know. And how was Scar not even surprised?

She pinched the bridge of her snout where it met her eyes. If she was honest with herself, she shouldn't be surprised either. Why couldn't she have normal friends? She glared up at Crash.

"Can you explain why my phone is up there?” she inquired flatly.

"Boss, I can't explain why I'm up here," he answered as he collected both phones and stood up.

"Well den get da fuck down ya idiot!" laughed Scar.

"Get the fuck down 'ere!" growled Persi in agreement, her accent bleeding through in her frustration. "D'you have any idea wot we been through? Get your arse down 'ere!"

"Can't say that I do, boss," drawled Crash as he slid on his arse down to the edge of the roof, where he gracefully jumped off. And not-so-gracefully landed hard on his feet with a soft thud, forgetting to bend his knees to absorb the impact and nearly falling over.

"Ow," he muttered.

"Y'alright?" chorused Persi and Scar.

"Yea I'm good," said Crash, brushing imaginary dust from his wrinkled jumper. "So what've you two been up too?"

"Well first of all, we wake up in middle of a fuckin' field…"

Scar and Persi continued to fill Crash in on the morning's events as the three best friends started out for home. They quickly ran out of things to say as it turned out it hadn't been terribly eventful after all, just nerve-wracking, so they switched to other topics of conversation. On and on they walked, laughing and shoving each other and chatting about nothing in particular.

Persi put an arm around each of her friends, Scar on the right, Crash on the left, both warm, familiar weights against her sides. The sky was blue and pretty, and everything was right in the world.

#This was so much fun to write!#thanks for the prompt!#cats fic #cats ocs #my ocs #Persimmian #Scaramouche #Crashendo

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