"Dogs Rule and Cats Drool"

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit

Rating: PG 13

Warnings: AU, fluff. Neko and were fic

Pairings: 3+4

Summary: Cats and Dogs never got along, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and sometimes cooperation is needed. Even if neither party seems to like each other much.

"Dogs Rule and Cats Drool"

Trowa cocked his head to the side, looking up in the branches of the tall tree, waiting. His tall, pointed ears were tuned into the sound of a struggle, and then his wolf-nose picked up the sweet tang of fresh blood in the air. He couldn’t stop his tongue from lolling out, panting for some food.

It had been nearly two weeks since he had eaten a decent meal. The human slavers had seen to that. They knew what wolf-weres were capable of and they near-starved him while he was in captivity, behind their bars and in their caravans on his way to market. He had been caught in a human trap while out hunting, and he had through he was done for. No wolf-weres had ever escaped a human. The other were-animals said that it was because wolf-weres were the stupidest, but they would never say it to a wolf’s face. A wolf was easily twice a size of any of the other were-species and far stronger than any species could imagine. Humans had to trick them, then starve them, to keep them under control.

But Trowa had just beaten that record. He had just escaped human slavers, and now he was on the run, trying to get back home to his pack and help his new friend along the way.

The leaves in the tree shook as the killing blow was made, and then Quatre slid further down the branches to sit daintily on the bottom branch and clean his paws and face from the goose-blood that marred his perfect golden fur. He was a cat-were. A cross between a desert cat and a mountain cat sculpted into a beautiful form that always reaped slavers hundreds of gold. But where wolf-weres were stupid but strong, cat-weres were tiny and weak, but they were incredibly clever and out-smarted humans on a regular basis. But humans often used a slave-wolf to keep the cats in check. The two species hated each other with a passion, and if a wolf and cat were ever put even in adjoining cells at least one would be dead within hours.

But Quatre was even more clever than most cats, and he was very good at manipulating cats and humans. Manipulating a wolf was child’s play to him.

He had fed Trowa what the humans gave him for two weeks straight, catching mice and birds for himself while he waited for the guards to let Trowa out of the cage, assuming he was too weak to fight. It was very hard for a wolf to trust a cat, but in those cells, starving and desperate, Trowa had eaten what Quatre offered. Quatre won his undying loyalty through his stomach; a stomach that was twisting in hunger pains now.

Trowa panted, looking at the food that Quatre had longingly, waiting for the alpha cat to have his fill then share like wolves always did. But Quatre was no wolf.

But Quatre just kept cleaning himself, his tail flicking this way and that calmly, sitting up higher that Trowa could reach in the tree. “Stop drooling, Dog.” He scoffed.

Trowa whined low in his throat, “Quatre! I’m starving! I just broke through three walls and took down a whole camp of humans for you! You said you were going to share!”

Quatre licked his paw and then rubbed his large pointed ear to clean the little droplets of blood off it, “Stupid dog. I said no such thing. You just assumed I would.“

“I’m not stupid!” Trowa growled, “Cats are stupider!”

Quatre rolled his eyes, sighing. “...Trowa, ‘stupider’ is not a word, and yes, you are. I was desperate to have to team up with a DOG to get out of there, but now we’re out, and you can leave now. Go hunt your own food.”

“The humans took my knife! Why won’t you share?” Trowa retorted back, jumping to try and grab the goose. But wolves couldn’t climb very well, and Quatre was a good few feet above where Trowa could reach. Trowa wasn’t able to get at the food... Quatre had planned this! He began to growl warningly, “I did all the work! You just followed! I’m hungry! Now share!”

“Of COURSE you did all the work. You’re a dog. You’re stupid and needlessly large. The only thing you are good at is work. I, on the other hand, am much smarter, much faster, much better at hunting, and far more beautiful than you. I don’t need you anymore.” He said, smiling daintily and waving with his fingers.

Then Quatre frowned a little, humming in thought, “Although... I don’t know if the humans are following us. Perhaps I should keep you around for your brute strength... Alright, I’ll share if you solemnly swear that cats are smarter, and prettier, than dogs.” He purred superiorly.
That was the final straw! Trowa may not have been the smartest, but he knew when he was being made fun of (sometimes, at least) and he growled. Quatre had promised he would share and now he was being a typical CAT!

“I solemnly swear that cats are meaner, lazier, and selfish-er than dogs!” He growled. He looked at the goose still sitting beside Quatre’s now-hissing form and worked out a plan of attack.

Trowa bent and ran, slamming his shoulder into the base of the gigantic tree. The elm creaked and protested, but it was no match for the strength of a wolf. Its roots were yanked right out of the ground and the tree bent backwards, groaning as it tumbled down, slamming against the surrounding trees.

Trowa sashayed over to the heap of cat, covered in dirt and sputtering on the forest floor. He picked up the goose and used his claws to tear into it, taking the first bite of his prize with a victorious grin.

He went over to the rock he had picked out to sleep under and ate most of the goose, saving a little for the much smaller were-cat. He couldn’t shut down his pack-instincts to take care of the people around him even in this situation, and even if it was a dirty rotten tricky CAT. He still left him some.

He flicked his nose up in the air, mimicking Quatre’s haughty attitude then taunted, “You might be smarter, but who’s got the goose now, Cat! Ha! Wolves rule and cats drool!”

Quatre scoffed, frantically trying to clean himself, whiskers bent out of shape and hair sticking on end. “Ug. Stupid DOG, that’s not even how the saying goes!”

But Trowa wasn’t listening, just curled up on his rock and closed his eyes for the night, resting after his long day.

Quatre took the left over goose, eating it while he grumbled, but as soon as dusk came and the noises of the forest began to sound like human hunters to Quatre’s frightened brain he was scrambling over to Trowa’s side, burrowing between his paws and curling up against the much larger were’s stomach, hidden by Trowa’s warm fur.

Alright, so the dog was stupid. But he was strong, and protective... and Quatre still needed him. He refused to admit that he was warm, too. Very, very warm.

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