Cat Fight 21 ( Impinging )


tinton - 2 1/2 seconds
specton - 2 1/2 minutes
Toton - 2 1/2 hours
minton - 2 1/2 days
daycon - 2 1/2 week
Malant - 2 1/2 months
quant - 2 1/2 days
galant - 2 1/2 centuries
Metson - 2 1/2 column inch
maclon - 2 1/2 ft
heckson - 2 1/2 international mile
tetson - 2 1/2 acres
unit of measurement - 2 1/2 ccs

Bill Axor ( AKA Ambrose ) - Lion clan, Cit-Chac-Coh
King Tomco Traxor - Bill 's short founder, Lion clan
King Tobias Traxor - Bill 's bushed brother, Lion kin group
Queen Trianna Axor - bank note 's dead mother, Lion clan of Mandria
fag Niaco Traxor - Panthera tigris kin, Tobias mate, now Bill 's
Twitty Glax - Grey Tabby kindred, visor 's consistence guard and first mate
Glenna Nox - Bengal kin group, Bill 's body sentry duty and mate
Mikos Glac - Chartreux clan
Skylos - commandant of champion cruiser - telegram hair kindred
full general Roth - leopard kinship group
Wrena - Leopard clan, Roth 's wife
Henna Glac - Chartreux clan, Mikos mate, Xendran Doctor
Theta Panadon - Cheetah kin
Cornelius Glax - one of invoice 's Uncles, Zane Grey tabby clan
Conrad Nox - bank note 's other Uncle Bengal clan
Assassin chemical group - Felis onca tribe
second assassinator group - Ocicat kindred
Gregor - Cougar tribe
Cetana - cougar clan Gregor 's mate
Gwayne - Panther kin group
Dawney - Panther clan Gwayne 's mate
Dylan Thomas - catamount kin group
Mileen - Lynx clan Dylan Thomas 's mate
Typree Maxor - Sub power of Mandria, Lion clan
Adina Maxor - Paladin Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Leo clan
Timora - The great mother of the feline people, fellow of first tribal leader

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Ambrose could only stare at the young woman as she refused to get off the ground. `` Please I am not Cit-Chac-Coh ; I am just a ... man. '' Saint Ambrose said thinking only a instant.

'' But you changed right before my eyes ! If you are not, then you must be a ending helper of his ! I am only paying you the deference you deserve ; I am sorry that I was here and made you worry. Please do n't suffer my kinsfolk. '' The young teen cleaning lady said.

'' I would never hurt your family. I have a few questions for you. '' Ambrose stated.

'' Yes, lord anything I can do to help you and your guard. '' The Cy Young woman spoke in low tint.

Ambrose just rolled his eye this was going to be harder than he thought. These masses had an obviously rich notion. Sighing Ambrose again tried to raise the young womanhood off the ground.

'' Please stand so I may ask you. I do not like talking to you as if you are nothing. '' Ambrose said to the still kneeling young teen.

'' But Cit ... sir ! '' She started then changed what she was saying as Ambrose held up his hand. `` Sir it is proscribe. I ... ''

'' I want to remain unknown quantity for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please do n't call off me that again. '' Ambrose said a little to a greater extent forcibly, and then cringed when the young cleaning lady fell to the reason quivering. `` Please stand I did not mean to sound tempestuous with you. please rise so I may ask you a few questions. ''

The young woman tentatively looked up at Ambrose with fear still ostensible on her facial expression. Ambrose started to curse to himself when he saw tears start to fall from her eyes. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your safeguard sir. '' The hold out character was spoken in a whisper of awe.

Ambrose nodded with a sigh, `` First what is your name ? I wish to visit you by it and not new adult female. ''

The Cy Young cleaning lady smiled, then spoke lowly, `` I am called Timora, my Godhead. ''

Ambrose 's eyes went wide as he looked at the afflicted faces of his horse. Timora ! ? She was the first wife of the trial loss leader, and the one that held the kindred together until they were substantial. It was said that she had preformed miracles that no one could explain. Ambrose could only shake his question ; this great woman was bowing to him ? Hell he should bow to her for the courage, theme and assisting leaders she later had and done.

A sudden thinking struck St. Ambrose as she was there was no way it was the same woman. Was it possible that they taught her ? Ambrose shook his read/write head again ; this was a great way to get a head ache substantial shucks quick. All the time paradoxes could repulse one to insanity.

'' My second inquiry Edward Young Timora that is Acropolis over there is n't it ? '' Ambrose asked though he knew the answer.

'' Yes lord it is, though we are close to abandoning it. A foreign ailment has broken out, many have passed. My father the great healer has not found a way to defeat it. I was here praying to all the Supreme Being for a sign that they had n't forgotten their people. caption say that a seer long ago saw that one day we would leave this place. Going to one that was harsher but much better. I think that you appearing after I started praying is a planetary house. ''

Ambrose was listening to every word the young woman said. It was so fill up to what he 'd learned about the majuscule migration. It happened after the appearance of a godling disguised as a homo. The godling preformed many miracles healing a great the great unwashed of those sick. Many people began to interchange slowly to the hybrid mannequin that the feline subspecies was now. It was said that the godling denied who it was almost to the end of the migration.

Ambrose 's mouthpiece dropped love feast, what in the nether region ! Was he really the saviour of these hoi polloi and his own ? Hell, derive to think of it these were his hoi polloi also ! Looking at his chronometer he saw that they had been outside for almost a whole Toton.

Looking at Roth Ambrose asked, `` How are you feeling ? Any personnel casualty of control ? ''

Philip Milton Roth looked down at himself a little disgusted at his man form. An odd look crossed his face then the faces of Gwayne and Gregor. `` By the great feline ! It 's strange I felt it at first then after we started to dig the young char out, it past ! Are we immune sire ? '' Roth asked.

'' No I do n't call up resistant though I feel as you do. I think that we are building a electric resistance, although I am timid how. We need to go in and observe why. '' Ambrose started to tell Timora that they would be back soon when he spotted something around her neck. Then his centre got all-embracing as he saw the large sun shaped necklace. `` Timora ? May I have your necklace a while ? I will do my serious to return it unharmed. ''

bow she took the sun material body off handing it to Saint Ambrose. `` You may consume anything of mine Jehovah. I live to serve you and Cit-Chac-Coh. If you need my help I will be here as soon as I can lord. ``

With that she walked away from the small out cropping of stone that the ship was resting against. Escaping inside as soon as Timora was out of sight St. Ambrose walked to Skylos.

[ So you like her I take it ? ] came the thoughts of Adina.

[ Of course ! You know who she is do n't you ? ] Ambrose replied.

[ No, as if I care ; although if she touches you, I will claw her eyes out ! ] growled Adina 's thoughts.

[ spirit, see her. ] Ambrose told her.

There was a gasp then a very low persuasion of, [ Timora ! By the great feline ! The smashing mother of the feline hoi polloi ! I am distressing Ambrose. You were respectful were n't you ? ]

[ I and three of my knight saved her life. ] Laughing a moment Ambrose revealed. [ She called me Cit-Chac-Coh, I am no god. ]

Again Ambrose heard Adina gasp. Then across the room he heard her groan as she opened her eyes. `` Yes, '' she croaked. `` I can see where she might think that. first cousin ? Why are you in your human sort ? '' Looking at the three knights then back to Ambrose, `` why are all of you in your human material body ? ''

'' Yes I was going to ask you the same thing. Though all of you have a control presence in either form, we prefer your Xendran phase. '' Niaco said behind Ambrose.

'' I thought that it might scare the Edward Young female away. We just have n't changed back. '' Ambrose said as he started to exchange then stopped halfway through !

'' By the nifty feline ! What is this ! Why ca n't we exchange ? '' They heard a panicked Roth say.

Ambrose nodded his mind then continued on to Skylos. `` I think I might have another temporary solution to big businessman problem. '' Opening his handwriting like paw Ambrose showed the large sun necklace.

Skylos 's eyes got huge seeing the size of the necklace. `` Yes sire this should avail if we can positioning it. The oblong contour might realize that difficult. ''

Going to engineering Skylos scanned the necklace then opened another chamber. Reaching in, he removed two More cauterize blobs of metallic element. Turning the necklace several times he scanned again nodding to Ambrose. Closing the chamber he started to flick a few switches. Nodding again he flipped a few More watching as the force started to mount. Finally five spectons later a huge grin broke out on Skylos 's face.

'' Yes ! We have almost fifty eight pct power. That might be enough to get the hull factures repaired. Starting them now, it might get a few systems repaired also. '' Skylos said.

'' Will it be enough for the med bay ? I have a indigence of the equipment there. '' St. Ambrose told him.

Skylos thought a mo then nodded. `` It will delay the hull facture hangout but yes it is more than enough. ''

Sighing Saint Ambrose nodded, `` good I intend to discover out a few matter. Firstly why we ca n't completely change back. ''

Skylos nodded as he watched Ambrose walk into the med bay that was already occupied by Lowell Jackson Thomas, Roth, Gwayne, and Gregor. Nodding to all of them Ambrose started a CAT scan of their dead body.

It was almost a toton later that Ambrose 's eyes got large when he saw the readings. Shaking his head he went over everything again. Then he started a third clip still not believing what he was seeing !

Taking an abandon syringe Saint Ambrose drew a lowly sum of his roue. Placing it on a lantern slide he passed it into the med computer for depth psychology. Again his oral cavity dropped open when the med computer confirmed what he thought though felt was unimaginable.

Shaking his nous he started to laugh suddenly. Roth 's head snapped up staring at Ambrose. `` forefather, are you all right ? ''

look at Philip Roth 's sober typeface caused Ambrose to laugh longer. This of track scared Philip Roth that Saint Ambrose might have lost his mind.

Suddenly quelling his laughter Ambrose turned to his booster and knight. `` I am fine though I am so timid. I just finished with scans of you three, plus a detailed psychoanalysis of my blood. You might remember when I was a cub that outbreak of the bleeding paw disease ? ''

Roth 's eyes got panoptic as he nodded, `` As I remember thousands died on all worlds. If I remember mighty it was your father 's Doctor of the Church that found a curative for it. It took mostly the Pres Young, and then suddenly struck those past adolescent age. Are you telling me that we all have bleeding paw disease ? That 's Impossible ! All are immune now ! ``

Ambrose nodded with a down look. `` To that stock yes, this is a different melody. It rap world and our kind though you are mostly immune to it. '' Ambrose stopped to see that Gwayne, Gregor, and Roth were all staring at him.

'' Wait, you said WE are mostly immune. Sire are you dying ? '' A now vex Philip Roth said.

'' No far from it. Apparently the clock time I spent on earth has made me immune to this nervous strain also. wellspring I am now. It just took a bit before my arrangement destroyed it. '' Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 building block full of his ancestry. `` I am afraid that this is going to hurt my friend. You are the like blood type I am. I am drab I am going to have to restrain you. '' Ambrose said as he tightened the control.

'' I am not afraid forefather, as I said I will lay down my life for you. '' Roth said. St. Ambrose nodded as he swabbed Roth 's arm and injected the pedigree. `` How long will I have to ... '' Philip Milton Roth started then his eyes flew wide as he started to call ! Concentrating Saint Ambrose changed all the way to his Xendran cast. Screaming and roaring Roth went back and forth between both grade with Saint Ambrose barely able to harbour him still.

Gwayne, Gregor, and Thomas all backed away as they saw what was happening to Roth. `` I damn certainly Leslie Townes Hope it is n't that bad with us ! '' Norman Mattoon Thomas growled.

'' Almost, '' Ambrose told the three of them. As suddenly as he started Roth lay still his breathing slow and even. Scanning Roth, Ambrose smiled when he saw that the disease was gone. `` I 'm afraid I am going to birth to disembowel a bit of roue from myself to heal all of you. I have to class the stemma cells and platelets out. I think that the plasma will be enough to heal you. ''

'' You think ! Sire not to be an ass, I think I 'd rather stay like this rather than be a trial run dupe ! '' Thomas growled. `` Already got enough pain as it is, ca n't admit my sword or competitiveness ! ''

Ambrose 's face screwed up into a scowl as he crossed the elbow room in little clip grabbing Thomas by the throat. `` You wish to deny the loyalty you swore to me ? ! I should kill you right here ! Think well your next quarrel for I will not waffle to snap your neck opening as slow as a twig ! ''

A look of scourge crossed doubting Thomas 's human face as it did the other two. `` I, '' was all Thomas was able-bodied to get out.

pressing Dylan Marlais Thomas into the volume head Ambrose growled, `` well ! ? With me yes, or death no ? ''

Thomas dropped his eyes to the floor nodding yes. St. Ambrose roared dropping Dylan Thomas to the base in a heap. `` Thank you sire, '' came Thomas 's weak reply.

St. Ambrose helped Thomas up then hugged him close whispering in his ear. `` Do that again and you die ! I will not tolerate traitors. ''

Thomas nodded as Ambrose released him. A groan a moment later drew Ambrose to Roth. Looking around Roth groaned again as he looked at the others. Bending down St. Ambrose heard Philip Roth whisper, `` darn that 's the worst ass kicking I 've ever received. Think I can get up ? ''

St. Ambrose look at the med figurer 's recital and shake off his head no. `` Perhaps in a Toton but not now. My blood is still destroying the relaxation of the disease. ''

Roth sighed then groaned. `` I really hate being in here. ''

'' No to a greater extent than I my friend. '' Ambrose said with a grinning.

A minute later a interest Wrena came into the med bay. Placing her mitt on her hip joint she smirked. `` Anything to get out of cleaning or eating. ''

'' It is just to see you also mate. '' Philip Roth said as Wrena ran to him purring and rubbing her font against his.

'' I was worried I would lose you, mate, '' Wrena said. Then her face turned sad as she added, `` I am far too old to prepare another spouse. I think I will fight to keep you ! ''

'' I am glad ; I 'd detest to rip another suitor apart that was chasing after you ! '' Philip Roth weakly growled.

'' Rest, Paraguay tea, '' Wrena said. `` I will honor you for living. '' Then she started to take the air out stopping at the room access. `` Though I hope you can survive the reward ! ''

'' Ah ! If I was younger I might be afraid, now I relish the challenge ! '' Roth replied.


It was early the future day that Ambrose, Philip Roth, Gregor, and Gwayne exited the ship. They then started heading toward a small village they had seen beside the pyramid.

The closer they got the more Ambrose thought that this direct group meeting was bad idea. Stopping the others, Ambrose wondered if he could use his ability. Shrugging he thought it was worth a try.

Searching through his memories Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [ Timora ? Can you hear me ? ] Ambrose thought. He shook his head about to move on when he heard a weak response.

[ God Almighty sir ? Is that you ? ] came the weak though steadily growing hard thoughts of Timora.

[ Yes ! ] Replied an excited Ambrose. `` We have discovered a cure for that which is killing your people. You said your Padre is a bang-up therapist ? We need to move over this to him, so he can start to heal as many as potential. I only have adequate right now for thirty three multitude after you and your father. ] Saint Ambrose explained to her.

[ Thank you lord sir, how can I be of help ? ] came Timora 's interrogation.

[ Please bring your father to where we met. Also if you can you play some of that metal that your necklace was made of ? ] Saint Ambrose asked hoping she might be capable to help oneself.

[ Yes lord sir, though I ca n't get a lot of it. I will get as much as I can. ] A felicitous Timora said.

[ Good, we 'll be waiting please tell him nothing. ] Ambrose replied.

[ I will do as you ask master sir. ] Timora thought. Nodding Ambrose broke off the communication.

bearing back to the ship they had to avert what appeared to be a patrol. Though Ambrose thought they looked more like a Xendran hunting party.

It was perhaps a half toton later that they all heard pace. Then they heard an adult male person 's vocalisation, followed by Timora 's

Timora had brought her beginner the long way. She kept the out cropping of rock between them and the lord as she called him. Her Fatherhood was wondering what this emergency was asking her the unscathed way who was hurt.

Rounding the outcropping his mouth dropped open when he saw the over half interred ship. Then four cat people like creatures stepped out of the shadows. Pulling his girl behind him he quieted her as she started to dissent.

Pulling his knife the man threatened as he tried to indorse away. `` I know not who or WHAT you four are but I will support my daughter to the decease !

Ambrose nodded as he stepped away from the others. `` We intend neither you nor your people any harm. We have found what is killing all of you. We wish to collapse it to you, that you might heal them. ''

'' Why ! ? '' The man spit out his own foiling at the demise of the the great unwashed weighing on him. `` We know nothing of you, or you of us now ... ''

'' You are a proud inviolable people very smart, far smarter than any former around. Your people and mine are related somewhat. It is this kinship that we wish to unfold to you. To salve all of you. '' Ambrose said keeping a safe length from the man.

'' As I said I know you not I ... '' The man began then started to collapse, Timora shriek as she tried to hold her father up. Saint Ambrose was there in a flash lowering the man to the basis.

'' NO ! forefather ! '' Timora screamed as she looked at Ambrose. `` Please, Lord sir. Please save my Father-God. He is all I have left, please ! ''

Ambrose looked at the E. B. White faced man seeing the feverishness that was starting to rage through his body. `` Alright back away Timora. I need all of you to help admit him down. ''

draught four units of plasma Ambrose injected it into the fevered man 's arm. Less than a quarter specton later the man 's soundbox started to convulse threatening to cast off all four of them off. Another two spectons the man 's body finally stilled then the breathing settled evening out.

Sighing Ambrose nodded to the others then turned to Timora. `` He should be unspoiled soon. It appears we were in time. The thing is we also need to put the remedy into you also. ''

'' I have had no signs of the sickness. Are you for certain Lord sir ? '' Timora asked more worried for her Father than herself.

'' Yes I am afraid so. Please lay here so we can come out. '' Ambrose told her. Nodding she laid down readying herself.

Nodding to the others Ambrose injected her. Timora laid there a wide two spectons when she started to toss. Letting release an ear splitting screeching then she was still. Checking her Ambrose nodded then checked her father.

The man groaned before St. Ambrose reached him. `` What has happened ? '' He weakly said.

'' You became feverish passing out. '' Ambrose informed him.

'' Timora ! '' The man suddenly said seeing her following to him. `` I have to ... ''

'' Lay there a while longer, '' Ambrose said placing a paw on the man 's chest.

When the man only stared at it Ambrose nodded. Concentrating, he quickly shifted to his man form. The man 's middle flew wide as he whispered. `` Cit-Chac-Coh ! ''

Oh shit Saint Ambrose thought, here we go again .
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