ok since everyone knows im ml trash and also warriors trash but the only thing i can draw is cats, i decided to make a little warriors au for myself while i was zoned out in my french class. info under the cut!!
Neil shuffles through the front door of his dorm room. He is unsurprised to find Nicky lounged out on their living room couch, fingers deep in a bag of chips. He only glances at the flickering television before dropping his duffle bag by the door and padding off to see if Andrew is in the room.
His body aches, his muscles throbbing and tight across his shoulders. He had barely slept between his late night practice the night beforewith Kevin and his early morning run, and had to listen to Kevin’s rant on not over doing it while they ran through drills after breakfast.
He finds Andrew on top of the desks, the window beside him cracked open enough to let the warm wind in and the cigarette smoke circling from the hand propped onto his knee out. Andrew only flicks his eyes up at him for a moment to acknowledge his presence.
Neil doesn’t say anything, instead he stares at the ball of brown fluff in Andrew’s lap. Andrew’s fingers are tucked into the fluff, and in the quiet of the room, Neil can hear the purrs from across the room.
“Another one?” Neil asks as he rests against the door frame. The corners of his lips twitch, threatening to pull up into a smile that matches the warmth in his chest. Andrew had been indifferent to the first two cats Neil had brought home, but it was him who showed up to the dorm two weeks later with bags and bags of toys and treats. And it didn’t take much time for Sir Fat Cat to win the cuddle war with Andrew. Neil finds the cat perched on Andrew’s chest while he sleeps more time than not.
Andrew looks back at him as he flicks his cigarette towards the opened window without response.
“We aren’t even supposed to have cats here,” Neil tells him, waving a hand around to gesture the dorm room as he makes his way towards them. He snatches the cigarette from Andrew’s fingers. Sir Fat Cat is on the bed, and the disapproval of their new furmate is clear in his eyes.
“I don’t care,” Andrew says as he blows the smoke towards Neil’s face. Neil doesn’t care either. He sort of loves coming home to find another unfamiliar cat in the dorm, and how Andrew just looks at him like he hadn’t been the one to sneak in five cats whenever Neil mentions it.
“What’s it’s name?”
“Stabby!” comes from the living room. A moment later, Nicky pops up in the doorway. There is no shame on his face for eavesdropping. “Stabby the Tabby Cat.”
“I named her Striped Cat,” Andrew says, ignoring Nicky as he scratches his fingers through the cat’s fur, which is marked with lighter brown stripes across her torso and around her face. She rocks her head up, knuzzling against Andrew’s palm, the purring growing louder.
“I like Stabby,” Neil says, nodding in approval. The last cat Andrew had snuck in had been a bright orange cat with yellow stripes, and Andrew had called it Orange for a week before Nicky and Neil finally won with Foxy Queen.
“Right?” Nicky chuckles, but his smile fades into something more like a grimace after a moment. “It clawed me when I tried to pet it.”
“You deserved it,” Andrew says, scratching behind the cat’s ears as if it to reward her for it.
Nicky grumbles something under his voice as he pushes away from them and heads back towards the living room.
“Stabby,” Neil says, reaching down to tuck his fingers in the thick fur near Andrew’s. “It is fitting.”
“Shut up,” Andrew grumbles.
His usual retort is just starting to form at the tip of his tongue before both of Andrew’s hands are curling around his collar and tugging him forward to shut him up.