Fanfic - My Little Pony (G1)

"Megan! Get down from there," her cousin called. "Honestly, Megan," she muttered under her breath as she climbed the tree up after her. "You know better than to climb this tree. Your father's going to cut it next week because..." she started to say before the branch gave way. She braced herself waiting to hit the ground and break a bone or worse when she landed on something... Someone or something with fur.

Megan breathed a such quick sigh of relief at the fact that her cousin hadn't gotten hurt that she didn't notice who saved her until after they had touched ground. Her eyes widened in surprise and shock. What was he doing here? She had thought that when Tirek had been defeated that he had been restored to normal. Everyone else had been turned back to normal, thanks to the healing power of the Rainbow of Light. "Scorpan?" Megan asked, looking down at him from her spot in the tree before climbing down out of it. "What are you doing here?"

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Fanfic - Cats verse 2.0

Quaxo sighed as he tucked his knees under his chin, his mismatched eyes of blue and gold staring into the distance as he brooded over the events of the past few hours, days really. He tilted his head back as he thought of the human girl that was starting to restore feeling to his heart following the events of the "mating dance" that took placed at the last Ball. It hurt, knowing that the queen he had loved all his life thus far, had chosen another - he thought Victoria knew how he felt about her. Guess he just wasn't the right tom for her. He rose slowly, shifting from Jellicle size to proper cat size and padded out of the Junkyard, heading off to wander the lonely streets of London. He did remember to give a brief nod to Munkustrap as he passed by him, just so the Protector knew he was up and about. Well, he thought, at least the weather was cooperating. Nothing would have made the day worse then to be wandering while it rained. Hopefully he hadn't just jinxed himself. Ah, there, he thought, finally spying the door he wanted, three streets down and two streets over from the Junkyard. He scratched at it, waiting patiently for the owner to answer.

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