Alright, so I got this little idea that wouldn’t leave me alone after working at the vet clinic last Saturday and I finally decided to take the time to sit and write it down. I knew I was looking forward to this fall break for some reason.

So here we go! Hope you enjoy

TMNT, characters © Mirage Studios
story © Turtlefreak121

Domesticated

“Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Moving forward, sleek as a snake. Flipping back, catching his eyes.

He could see his prey coming closer in, moving away, flicking toward him, pulling back. The ebb and flow was tantalizing, hypnotizing. He could not resist. He could not deny the instincts that were inside.

Rushing forward, the foe was his!

His paws enclosed the slippery beast, slipping between his toes like a hair of grease. He hissed at its escape and recalled that the next time he used his paws it would be riddled with his claws.

The elongated creature would not escape him again! Of this he was sure.

Yet it was escaping from him!

This was something the hunter would not allow! His prey would not escape so easily, this the ferocious predator was certain. He took off with the flick of his own tail.

The creature heard his approach, felt his breath, and whipped around, hiding behind the legs of the predator’s sofa companion. Now the hunter was confused. He must attack, but he could not go through someone he had come to love!

His eyes settled further on the thin, flicking foe even as two gentle hands caressed his back and raised him into warm arms.

“Playful neko,” Master Splinter hummed as he carried the purring cat across the floor and toward his emptied bowl. “I must remind Michelangelo to fill your bowl more often.” He flicked his tail in irritation at his grown son’s forgetfulness.

Klunk responded with a gentle meow and hummed with the thick expulsion of a running motor. He stiffened in excited glee upon seeing his bowl coming forward. The cat squirmed as he was placed down and devoured the food being given to him at a feverish rate.

He hummed louder, thicker as he continued his feast. His gut was satisfied, but as he saw the foe flicker past him yet again his hum disappeared.

The predator leaped after his prey, remembering the extension of his claws.

When his bowl was emptied later his gut would no longer be pleased, but with this attack his instincts were quite content.

The End