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Munkustrap tumbled past the Junkyard and into the forest, where no cats were to be seen and the birds sang. He looked up at the trees that towered over him, and it truly made him feel small; a feeling he wasn't used to. He crept through the pathway, created by other cats no doubt, and sniffed around for any scent of prey.

A small shrew popped into view, perhaps looking for its own meal. Munkustrap locked eyes on the small creature as it moved through the grass, and he matched its movements, keeping low as he possibly could. This was his chance to prove his worth.

The shrew stopped and stood on its hind legs. Munkustrap figured that maybe this was the time to pounce on the creature. He held himself together tightly, looking for the moment to strike.

He felt his tail swish, an involuntary movement from his instincts. The shrew had seemed to finally catch onto his scent, and the silver tabby's hind legs twitched to start moving.

But he didn't make it very far.

Suddenly, something large and hairy pounced on him. Munkustrap, winded, quicky arranged himself so he'd be face to face with this thing, using whatever instincts he had to thrash, kick and scratch as much as he possibly could; he knew he shouldn't have left without telling an adult cat—

But his thrashes got slower and slower as he realized just who was pounced on him. The ginger cat's fur tickled his nose, and he was finally able to process whose laughter bellowed from above.

Macavity was so distracted by his own laughter that Munkustrap was finally able to scramble out from underneath him. Munkustrap rolled his eyes, and waited for his brother's laughter to die down. It was only now that Munkustrap realized how bad he himself was shaking, and how intense his breathing had become, but he tried to keep his composure. For the Protector of the tribe, Macavity certainly wasn't proper, just poised. Sometimes.

"Oh, quit. It's not funny. Don't jump me like that," Munkustrap huffed.

"Quite contraire, brother. It couldn't have been as agonizing as watching you hunt," Macavity retorted, his grin spread practically ear to ear. He casually sauntered over to the nearest tree and scratched his large claws into the bark, pieces of lichen falling off of its surface with each claw-full. "What were you doing out here anyways? And chasing a shrew, no less. You know they're venomous, yes?"

"I—well, I mean, I'm big enough to hunt on my own! Jenny says I'm strong for my age. Plus—I'm already taller than Demie and Cass," the young tom argued, "and why would a shrew be venomous?"

Macavity chuckled once again at his younger brother, and circled back closer to him. "Oh, Straps. There's a lot of things a kitten like you doesn't know," he said, swinging a paw around the small cat to bring him closer, so that Munkustrap's face burrowed into Macavity's torso.

His stomach growled with hunger, and he only just remembered that his shrew was gone. He looked up at his older brother with pleading eyes. Munkustrap was kind of glad his brother came to his rescue, as insufferable as he was.

"Hungry, are we? I'm a bit peckish myself. Here, I'll show you how a real hunter catches his prize."

Munkustrap winced under the gentle touch of the tom before him. His own paw shot up to the afflicted area, and when he touched it, his paw became wet and cold with blood that trickled from the long, deep scratch that started at the beginning of his left shoulder and crossed diagonal towards his sternum.

Alonzo's brows knotted with concern, and his eyes traced up from the injury to meet Munkustrap's own eyes. But the maine coon wasn't looking back at his partner, or his affliction. He knew precisely what Alonzo was thinking, but Munkustrap couldn't deduct why.

He was doing his job as the protector. No need to worry, he needed no coddling.

"Quite the stunt you pulled out there, Munk. And to continue like nothing happened," Alonzo spoke, his voice soft.

Munkustrap's lips curled downwards, his eyes finally glancing to Alonzo's body. His injuries were less personal, but that meant nothing. They were still deep and theatrened to scar.

"I could say the same for you. I'm sorry I couldn't continue, I guess my body gave out faster than my mind did," Munkustrap informed. He was really not pleased with just how fast Macavity was able to knock him to the ground.

"Why are you apologizing? You did all you could, especially after working your tail off to host the Ball. Plus, it's not like I scared him off anyways. He escaped all on his own volition, remember?"

Munkustrap knew Alonzo had pure intentions. As grateful as Munk was to have a cat like him around, he really felt horrible. Alonzo took up the role of second-in-charge on his own, but Munkustrap couldn't shake the feeling that Alonzo only took it upon himself because he felt like he had to.

The two cats sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. The recent events hung over the both of them as if the Hidden Paw himself was still watching them, ready to strike at any moment.

But the memory, at least for Munkustrap, was blurry. He was only out cold for a moment, but was that really enough to mess with his head?

His own volition. Remember?

He placed a paw against Alonzo's cheek, and the cat nuzzled into the touch. Alonzo smiled his usual lopsided smile, the scar on his lip stretching somewhat.

Munkustrap opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. A yawn took their place instead. So, Munkustrap shifted to lean closely into Alonzo's chest fur. He nuzzled into the tom gently, being careful of the visible scratches that laced his arms and torso. Alonzo slowly moved back from their sitting position, so that the two were laying down.

The Ball was exhausting, as usual, but it was certainly different this time. Munkustrap had only hosted it once before, and neither time had Macavity come. He has seen his brother since his self-exile, but he was only ever passing by for a quick scare. Something to keep the colony on their toes. And honestly, it usually worked.

"Munk."

Alonzo's voice startled him. Munk looked up towards his mate, who looked down at him with heavy eyelids.

"You're going to have to visit Jellylorum tomorrow. She'll be able to survey your injuries," he lectured, "and promise me you'll stop overthinking. You're a prisoner in your own head, sometimes. I can practically hear your mind thundering."

Munkustrap didn't have a response planned, and instead just inched further up closer to Alonzo's head. He didn't have time to think about what the words in his last sentences meant. It didn't seem like Alonzo wanted to elaborate either, because his eyes were already shut. His chest began to slow, and he was out like a light.

Munkustrap was also weary and tired. His mind buzzed a million thoughts over, but they grew fuzzy as he finally closed his eyes too.

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Macavity was quite a big cat, so it only made sense for him to be the protector. Whenever he swatted at anything or swished his voluminous tail, it was hard to miss that his features were much larger than other long haired cats. As Munkustrap grew, he found this same fate for himself. He hoped to grow into his paws, as well as his weird long tufts of fur. Maybe he could be just as tall as his older brother one day.

Infact, Munkustrap found out that he and his brother were what are called "Maine Coons," a "breed" of cat. Munkustrap had only thought that there were colors of cats; he didn't know that there were entirely other kinds. Nonetheless, he was proud of his newly realized heritage.

Munkustrap admired the way that his brother fought. Being such a big cat, it didn't seem to take a lot of effort to fight things off. Munkustrap always tried to tag along, but Macavity usually shooed him off and told him to play with the other kittens. Luckily, today was different.

After finding out how poorly his brother could hunt, Macavity decided to let Munkustrap follow him on his defense route just this once. Munkustrap was excited, hoping they'd find some action, but Macavity didn't seem very excited or happy. He would often moan and gripe about how much he hated his job, but he told Munk that it had to be a secret between them. It never came up as to why, though.

So shortly before daybreak, Munkustrap woke up to find his brother looming over him, swishing that big tail of his. He felt groggy and tired, but he quickly shook this off when he remembered why he was being woken up so early. So he hurriedly crept over Demeter, and Cassandra, and Tantomile when he exited the nursery den.

"Protecting starts fairly early. One must be awake and ready hours before it starts, you know," Macavity said. He had waited for the two to leave earshot of the nursery before he spoke, but even then he spoke low. His voice was gravelly, and as he matured it only got deeper.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Hours, Straps."

"Oh," was all that Munkustrap could say. Macavity really didn't seem too happy, and Munkustrap could only hope that he didn't make things worse. He just wanted to see his brother in action; he admired his movements.

The two walked in silence until they made their way to the edge of the Junkyard. Munkustrap took note of his brothers posture. When off duty, he was somewhat slouched, and usually his tail wavered from side to side like he was pondering; but as he stood now, he really was tall. His long red mane was puffed out, and he took big strides.

"How often do you find bad guys? What is it you fight?" Munkustrap inquired.

The large tom paused for a while before he responded.
"The odd pollicle, but I believe I've scared off most of that pack of scrappy mongrels. They mostly fight me for food now. Otherwise. . .tomcats. They come solely in search of young mates, and we don't need that."

"Dogs hunt mice too?"

"No, they mostly beg humans for meat scraps and kibble."

"Oh," Munkustrap began, putting the pieces together, "from the city."

"When you're old enough, I could take you to the human city. Maybe we can beg like pollicles together," Macavity said, chuckling to himself. Munkustrap felt like it was odd for his brother to abandon his post for a quick bite from a place as far as the city, but he trusted he knew what he was doing.

A rustle in the grass startled both cats. They both lowered as much as they could to the ground, and Munkustrap looked at Macavity to see what countenance he held. His pupils tightened into a small black sliver, revealing more of his lime green irises. The corners of his mouth curled open to reveal his teeth, and he crept slowly forward. Munkustrap was anxious to follow.

If his excitement wasn't stifled before, it surely was now.

A small pollicle dog came into focus, and locked eyes with Macavity. It bared its teeth, which were bigger than any cat teeth he had ever seen. Luckily, his big brother had a size advantage against this dog, and as soon as its yellow teeth were visible, Macavity had began to circle around the wire-haired terrier, like he was finding the best angle to attack. This alone seemed to intimidate the pollicle.

It wasn't agile like a cat, so when Macavity hit the first blow, it was hesitant to bring its face anywhere close enough to bite, and started to bark. It was high pitched and pathetic.

The wild dog noticed something else, though. The vulnerable kitten adjacent to its wild foe. So, it darted towards Munkustrap instead of Macavity.

Munkustrap's first instinct was to smack. The pollicle nipped at him several times, but neither blow grazed his fur. He didn't have to fend for himself for long before Macavity pounced over the dog, biting it hard on the shoulder. The movement was sudden, but calculated and methodical. The ratty thing yelped and writhed under the grasp of the cat, and in a way it reminded Munkustrap of how Macavity tackled him the other day.

Tears rolled down Munkustrap's cheeks. He was frightened, between the sight of his brother in action and the screaming of the small dog.

"Munkustrap, hide."

"But—"

"Now. Get."

Upon hearing his brothers harsh command, he turned back the way they came, his eyes laser focused on the junkyard. They weren't that far out—thank the Everlasting Cat—so he darted towards and dove under a broken chainlink fence that once blocked off the Junkyard, and caught his breath.

It felt like an eternity before Macavity came back. As the sun came up, Munkustrap wondered if his brother was gone for good. But he wasn't, and when he came toward, his head hung low, and he put one paw infront of the other slowly.

"That wasn't supposed to happen. I really thought that nothing would. . ." Macavity's voice trailed off. He curled around Munkustrap.

"You're hurt."

"I'll be fine, Straps," the ginger tom muttered, "it's all a part of the job."

Macavity's fur was ruffled and disorderedly, and parts of it were wet with slobber. His heart was fast.

Munkustrap felt confused. The protector job seemed amazing and fun, getting to take care of the tribe and fight off bad guys. But Macavity wasn't smiling, and the fighting didn't seem so thrilling and fulfilling after all.

The silver cat stayed close to his partner, their tails intertwined as they walked the slow decline to the clearing of the Junkyard. It had taken a long while for Munkustrap to want to go, but Alonzo made sure to hurry him along.

They crossed over to Jellylorum's den, which was one of the biggest dens. It was meant to house extra recovering cats afterall. It was once a tent for human kittens, perfect for the nursecat quarters, shielded by a wooden desk.

"Come on in," the voice rang from inside.

The toms stepped in from the unzipped flap of the tent. Jelly's den was indeed quite spacious, as the two toms were able to stand comfortably. Even in their own den, Munkustrap's ears touched the ceiling.
Jellylorum lay in her own spot, with young Electra batting at her tail.

"You boys finally decided to get those wounds checked, hm?" Jelly asked, her voice lilted. She sprung onto her feet, and Electra finally looked over at Alonzo and Munkustrap. She ran over before Jelly could, looking up at the two.

"Hi Lonz, Hi Munk!" the kitten greeted. She held out a paw, and the toms reciprocated, putting the backs of their paws to hers.

"It's good to see you, Electra. I hope your very first Ball was as fun as it could have been," Munkustrap said, smiling down at her.

"I did! It was soo cool, so cool!" the kitten said, running around the spacious den like a clueless pollicle.

"Simmer down, Electra," Jelly said almost absent-mindedly, as if it was just a phrase programmed into her brain, "we don't want to frighten our guests off. Oh, you poor things. Please, take a seat anywhere, there's plenty of room."

Alonzo laughed awkwardly, "I don't think she could frighten us if she wanted to, especially compared to, well—you know," he stuttered, pointing between him and Munkustrap, specifically at their injuries. It wasn't hard to glean who he was referencing, but it still kind of stung to hear. He hadn't ever told Alonzo about how close he once was with Macavity.

Jelly started with Alonzo, whose scratches were multitudinous in number, but not as deep. She parted his fur, and the tomcat winced. Hesitantly, so he knew her next move, she placed a finger over the largest injury. Munkustrap nuzzled against Alonzo for his comfort.

"Well, they don't look like they'll be infected. They're close to the surface of the skin, but Everlasting Cat knows they must hurt. You've done good cleaning the wounds," she muttered, incredibly matter of fact. "I think those will heal nicely, Alonzo."

She moved onto Munkustrap. She grimaced at the gnarly slash across his chest. "You've cleaned it, right? Munk, if you don't take care of this it could get infected. I'd hate to put you out of commission but..."

"I'll be fine, Jelly. It's all part of the job."

She crossed her arms, staring at the wounds. Her brows remained knotted. "I'd rest if I were you. You don't need to be doing anything strenuous while you're healing."

"Wait, what? But—"

"I'm sure you can have another cat fill in for you."

"I'd be happy to. I think he's been needing a break anyways,"
Alonzo declared. He looked at Munkustrap, and his expression read half 'told you so' and half genuine care.

Munkustrap sunk further down in defeat.

-

They left Jellylorum's soon after. Munkustrap couldn't believe it. He wouldn't consider himself a control freak, but he couldn't imagine not doing his job. He couldn't imagine remaining stagnant for that long, and he certainly didn't want Alonzo out there alone.

Munkustrap enjoyed protecting. Well, it was taxing and tiresome, but it gave him relief from idle paws. It made his father proud. Before he was chosen, he didn't have anything to show for. He was just the weird, lanky tomkit.

He was just Macavity's baby brother.

If Macavity was still here,—

"Doctors orders, Munk," Alonzo said, "plus, I'm sure there's someone else who could patrol with me. It's just a matter of who. Tugger, maybe?"

Munkustrap laughed, the proposal quite amusing. "Oh, Tugger wouldn't last. He always gets himself into trouble somehow."

"True. Bombalurina?"

"You rest a good case. She's good at protecting Demeter, after all," Munkustrap started, before he remembered what the topic at hand was. He sighed, and as they entered their small den, he couldn't imagine staying here for however long it took this scratch to heal. He kept forgetting just who had dealt it.

It was his fault Macavity left. He made his grave, and he himself must lie in it. Getting injured was just part of protecting.

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After the run-in with the Pollicle, Jellylorum had found the brothers huddled up as close as possible near the chainlink fence. Worry washed over her at first, but after finding out the full story, she was more dissapointed. Munkustrap begged Jelly not to tell Father. He promised he would never ever do anything like that again, and that he would do chores payless for weeks if it meant saving his own tail.

But Jelly wasn't focused on Munkustrap. Macavity got the brunt of her scolding. "You're both lucky neither of you two got hurt. This would have ended horribly with one slip of the paw, Macavity," she harped, "your brother is still a kitten. And you are still young. No amount of magic can keep you from your deaths."

Macavity sat spine straight, listening plainly. Jelly groomed Munkustrap, cleaning dirt from his fur. He was old enough to do it himself, so this was somewhat embarassing.

Munkustrap hadn't seen his brother use any magic in a long while. Sometimes, he forgot he even had it. It wasn't explicitly forbidden, but the other cats were very wary of his capabilities. Macavity could summon sparks and teleport, which was different from Cori & Tanto's telepathy or Deuteronomy's Heaviside magic.

Suddenly, Old Deuteronomy himself walked in. Word always travelled fast in the Junkyard, and of course this had to be the day that Father was coming. He was usually smiling, but as he stepped in and sat down, his brow was furrowed. It looked like worry. He did not make himself known, and instead waited to be addressed.

Jellylorum shot the big tawny cat a look, and she started walking his way. When they stood side by side, he completely dwarfed her. They exited the den together, and Munkustrap knew what was to come. His chest filled with dread.

He listened in on the conversation for just a bit. He mostly heard Jellylorum talking, and he only was able to pick out certain words. "Choice," "Unruly," "Young,". . .

Suddenly, Macavity pulled Munkustrap aside, complete opposite the direction of the adult cats. "Straps, I think you were pretty brave out there," he comforted.

"Really? I thought I was pretty lousy. I'm really sorry, Mac. I didn't mean to get you in trouble."

"Don't sweat it, kitten. Say, I meant to ask earlier—"

Suddenly, Deuteronomy loomed over the two cats. Munkustrap hung his shoulders low and his tail close, but Macavity stood tall.

"Boys, I know you are strong. But I also know that you are young. I am grateful you two made it out unscathed, but that was incredibly immature. Macavity, I trust you know what you are doing, but you are to never allow someone untrained, especially a kitten, on your route. You were chosen as this position for a reason, and I'd prefer my choice to stay valid."

"Yes sir," the ginger cat choked out.

Munkustrap hoped he had escaped his fathers lecture, but he felt his eyes on him before he saw them.

"Munkustrap, I am led to believe that you were just as much apart of this as your brother. You should know as much as him and I that when he is surveiling the Junkyard, he is doing an important job to keep everybody, including you, safe."

Munkustrap looked up to Macavity, to see what he made of the situation. But his face was listless. His pupils were quartered, but they faced all around the room besides their father. It was like he wasn't even listening.

Deuteronomy pulled the two tight into a hug. "You know I love you both," he said softly.

-

Munkustrap was on his own for the time being. He had a lot on his mind, and he needed to cool down. He sat on a chair that stood on top of some...well, he wasn't quite sure. Human garbage. Nonetheless, he oversaw the Junkyard from high up.

His mind replayed over and over. The dog, Father, and Macavity. What had he meant to ask earlier?

His ears twitched. A noise sounded from the other side of the Junkyard opposite of the clearing. Munkustrap could just barely make out the silhouette of a cat. It was long haired, and just around the corner of more trash was another cat, he thought. It was hard to see, but he could make out crinkled white whiskers. But soon after, both cats were gone. Munkustrap thought maybe he just needed to get some rest.

"Straps!"

Munkustrap swiveled around, almost losing his righteous place on the chair for his brother, who had swung his way onto the seating.

"Mac! You need to stop jumping at me like that."

"Oh, temper temper. I have news for you! Please, wait for me to finish," Macavity crooned.

Munkustrap stared up at him, unblinking.

The ginger cat's classic cocksure grin crept onto his face. "Good," he affirmed. "I will be leaving the colony tonight. After everything that happened today, I've found that I've outgrown the Junkyard."

"What?" Munkustrap snapped, as panic filled his voice and his head. What did he mean leave? Was it forever?

"Oh, let me finish. It may sound harsh, but I've been planning this. The thing is, brother, I can't go out on my own alone. I was hoping you could join me this evening, and we can start anew—"

"Mac, are you crazy? Where would we go? Would we ever see Father again? I dunno, this doesn't really seem safe."

"As I mentioned, we have planned this out. I have friends just beyond the Junkyard. They've been anticipating me, and hopefully you. We could go as we please, Straps! No cats to lecture us, or roles to uphold. I have my magic to guide us."

Munkustrap thought long and hard, and it made his head spin. He had never made it far past the Junkyard in all his life, and the thought of leaving his home forever kind of made him want to puke. But the thought of losing his brother also made him want to puke.

The thought became daunting and left his head through tears. A panicked whine emminated, and he held his brother close. He felt a comforting paw down his back, and a plush tail wrap around him.

"Munkustrap. I don't have much time for sentiments. This decision needs to be made. My friends are here to collect me."

Macavity's words contrasted with his soft movements. They were like ice, whereas his paws against Munkustrap's fur were unvexed. His tone was sharp, more serious and monotone than his usual lilt.

"I'm sorry Mac, I-I don't think it's a good idea," Munkustrap rushed to finish his words, "but please, please don't go. I can't lose you like Mama. I can't—you're all I have!"
Munkustrap hoped his words were clear enough through his breathy sobs.

"I see," Macavity tutted. His unvexed paws quickly turned sharp and mean, and Munkustrap's spine stung with pain. Is this how the Pollicle felt?

These memories made him feel gross. Why did he miss him? That cat will never come back. He, himself has changed beyond belief, too. "Mac" no longer exists, and for the record, neither did "Straps". Neither cat could come back.

Alonzo had left for patrol, which meant that Munkustrap was on his own for the first time in a long time.

"She only said to take a break off duty, Munk. You don't have to stay cooped up in the den all day," he had said. So, Munkustrap had decided to pay a visit to the clearing. It was a little more lively than it was the day after the Ball, with cats returning from checking on their humans and feeling less lethargic from the elaborate dancing.

He greeted a few of the wayward kittens; Tumble and Pounce were play wrestling, while Jemima, Electra and Etcetera pretended to be the pirates from Asparagus's stories. Overseeing them all were Jennyanydots and Demeter. The former smiled at him as much as she could in her sleepy state, and the latter waved him over.

"You've been scarce since the Ball, Munk. I thought you had patrol at this time, what's up?" Demeter asked as casually as she could. Despite her attempts at staying cool, her voice was quick and riddled with paranoia.

"I have?...Well—I've just been dealing with this thing," he said emphatically, lifting his fur somewhat to reveal the deep red scratch, "Jellylorum advised I stay off duty for the time being. Doctors orders."

Demeter winced at the sight, before moving from her spot on the tire. "Why don't we walk?"

-

They had circled back to the farside of the Junkyard, behind the clearing. There were paths, but some areas were safer while others were to be precautious in.

"I never got to thank you or Alonzo after the Ball. Not properly, anyways. I really, really appreciate having you two in my life, and part of me feels like I should thank you both for saving it," Demeter boasted. She was always earnest, showing her most grateful side first and foremost.

Munkustrap smiled. As much as he hurt and ached, his new soon-to-be-scars cold and hot at the same time, this was the pay-off. This was the reason he protected the tribe.

"It was the least I could do," he affirmed.

Demeter shot him a look. "You undersell yourself, you know that? You are talented. You are so irreplaceable."

Munkustrap never understood what cats meant when they said that. It really was the least he could do. Honestly, he didn't think he needed so much as thanks. He never fought their remarks though. He was never one to argue, he only kept their words locked away in his mind.

Silence filled the area. He looked up and around, only to find that Demeter had stopped walking several paces ago. She rolled her eyes playfully, and caught up to him. They walked in silence. Munkustrap's mind buzzed as usual, and as his mind entered blankness, he couldn't believe the next words that left his mouth.

"Demeter, do you remember way back then, when Macavity was the protector?"

"Yes, vaguelly. What part?"

"I don't really know. I hadn't thought about him in ages. I thought I was over him leaving, but after seeing him the other night, I. . ."

His words trailed off. Everlasting, why were feelings so hard? Demeter nodded slowly, her eyes fixated on the way they walked. They had begun to circle back to the clearing, but there were no cats in their path.

"I think I miss him? In a sick, twisted way. I want Mac. My brother, Mac."

"I've been there before," she said nonchalantly. But there was warmth in her voice, and a sympathetic softness.

He looked at her quizzically. "Really? Oh, thank felinity."

"Well, I can't really discern the memories of your brother, but I well remember my boyfriend, who fended other preying toms off of me. My boyfriend, who made sure that I was well fed during my pregnancy. He showed his soft pawed side to me many times. He's wild, which could be fun at times, really."

Munk nodded in response. He really didn't have anything worthwhile to add, besides the reassurance that he wasn't going crazy. Maybe these memories didn't mean anything. He was sure that they'd leave in time.

"Let me know if this is too much, but what was he like as a brother? Mac, was it? Just call him that."

Oh, great.

He collected his thoughts for a long time. One of his earliest memories is being carried around by him. The times they hunted together, the many times that Mac had bit him too hard during play fighting, the time they (sort of, kind of) fought off some scrappy Pollicle. . .

"He kept me on my toes, I'll say that. He was more imaginative than I ever was, despite me being the younger one," he chuckled, "I don't think I'll ever be that for Tugger. If anything, he's also the one keeping me on my toes."

"That sounds about right," she replied with a gentle smile. "Well, at least he will always live on in your mind."

They finally cycled back to the clearing. Jenny was fully asleep, Electra was still swashbuckling as Growltiger against Etcetera and Jemima, and Pounce and Tumble were talking high up on the chair that oversaw the clearing. Hm.

The two adult cats stood listening to their crazy games.

"You'll never take me alive, arrgg!" Electra squeeled, holding a stick out.

"Pollicles do as they please, and we command you to walk the plank!" Etcetera exclaimed in return, while Jemima nodded in agreement with her fellow sea-dweller.

Munkustrap and Demeter looked at eachother, and both silently sat down to supervise the kitten antics. At least he had found a way to distract himself from the duties that usually filled his days.

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"Easy now," purred the older cat. He held onto Munkustrap's outstretched paw. "See, you've got to know exactly where you're swinging. You'll throw out a shoulder swinging aimlessly like that."

Munkustrap's brows knotted. Asparagus couldn't quite show off the ins-and-outs of fighting with how old he was getting, but he still had some knowledge to share. There weren't many cats for Munkustrap to play-fight, not anymore at least.

Munkustrap had fought Macavity a lot as a kitten, and had taught him a few things, but it wasn't ever anything "professional."

Asparagus had retired for Macavity, and he was too old to reprise his role now. And for the record, Munkustrap was just a bit too young. He was in his fourth season, so sometime around a year. Despite his age, he was already the size of most of the grown cats, and would surely grow more. Would Mac have been proud?

"Your posture, boy. It's a bit stiff. Loosen up, take a deep breath. You won't always get to plan out your posture beforehand."

"Loosen up? I don't—what?"

"Close your eyes, clear your head. When you open your eyes, prepare your stance. Don't worry, it'll come naturally."

So upon direction, Munkustrap squeezed his eyes shut and tried to stop his mind. He drew a long, deep breath. But when he opened his eyes, he saw Gus coming towards him. In a panic, he stood with one leg dramatically forward, and lunged at the tom.

With both of them on the ground, Munkustrap finally came to his senses. He scrambled off of him, paws over his mouth.

"Oh, Everlasting Cat. Gus, I am so, so sorry—"

But all the cat did was laugh. It was a hearty laugh that came from the gut. He laughed and laughed, but Munkustrap didn't find it very funny.

"Good one! If you're able to do one thing, it's a good pounce. You've got a good head on your shoulders, Munk. Heart of gold; perfect for a Protector. You just need to harness your strength."

Heart of gold. Munkustrap smiled, softly. He felt proud of himself. He felt like he had proved his worth.

Once Gus got back up again, it seemed like he was back to training mode. He started circling Munkustrap, who almost short circuited. He realized that he had seen this before. This is where Macavity learned it, afterall.

So in turn, Munkustrap started moving, too. He slowly rotated, so the two circled eachother. He felt a little silly doing this, but he tried hard to focus on what his next move was going to be.

"Are you sure you're well enough to do this, Gus?"

"Oh, don't be such a worrywart. It's good for an old cat to stretch his bones every once in a while."

Gus threw out a paw, a calculated swing, with his claws exposed. Munkustrap flinched, but didn't move. The old tom's claws grazed into Munkustrap's fur.

"Looks like we need to cover dodging more," he muttered, "one might not dodge in a play-fight, but in real danger, your opposer will always throw their best blows first. See now, you don't have to spend the whole time dodging, but dodging their most gruesome attacks will leave you the energy to gain leverage over them later. They'll have used up their energy by then," Gus rambled.

Munkustrap listened, nodding intently. It was a lot of information to take in at once, but he didn't have a lot of time to process before Gus swung at him again, this time with more vigor. Munkustrap swiftly moved out of the way. Maybe not the most graceful movement, but once he realized he had dodged properly, he smirked.

Gus smiled back. He then attempted another leaping tackle, but Munkustrap used all of his strength to catch him and toss him back. Gus landed with a grunt, and Munkustrap paused to help him up.

"Good fight, boy. You'll do mighty fine one day. Let's get a bite to eat, shall we? I know a place."

-

"If you stay, you're bound to be the next play-thing. Is that really what you want, Straps? a life of confinement, up on a pedistal?" Macavity had hissed, shortly before he left for good.

But Munkustrap didn't consider it confinement. If anything, he wanted to prove that he could flourish.

"You don't know what you have, Mac," he cried out.

But Macavity was right about one thing. Munkustrap was set up to be the next Protector.

He decided not to think about it for now. He didn't want to imagine himself with the scars Macavity had amassed in his half-year as the Protector.

"Are you still coming? Keep up, Munk," Gus called from ahead, several paces away.

"Where are we going anyway?"

"City. Er, maybe just the outer parts."

"The city?" Munkustrap exclaimed, his voice cracking. He still hadn't ever been, as Macavity was unable to keep his promise.

"What, never been? Oh, don't worry, t's where the grand theatre lies! Just avoid the cars, and you're good to go."

The two exited the Junkyard through the broken chainlink fence, and Gus took a slow right, into the forest. Together, they walked the path marked by cats before them, and down a decline. They came to a long road, but it was a quiet one.

Gus looked both ways before trotting, so Munkustrap did too.

"How come you didn't stop by the forest? It'a an easy gurantee you'll catch something there."

"Oh, I didn't say anything about wanting easy, Munk." Gus attested. "I know cats out here, anyways. There might be a cat or two who can show you the ropes proper style."

It hit him like a thorn in the paw. Gus wasn't just looking for a hunt, he was looking for trouble. Munkustrap felt his stomach churn with dread.

Gus's trotting came to a slow saunter, and Munkustrap caught up beside him. Their shoulders touched as they walked.

"Nervous?"

"Yes! I thought we were hunting!"

"Oh, no worries. We still can."

Gus stopped in an alleyway. He cleared his throat, but it was deliberate, like he was calling to something. There was sounds of rustling, and out of a big metal box came a cat.

The cat looked at Gus comfortably, but when they noticed Munkustrap, their pupils grew thin. Munkustrap had only ever seen one black and white cat before, Bustopher Jones, but this cats markings were way less regular. Most of his fur was white, but he had small and large black splotches, in random areas. More noticable than the unmatching patterns though, were his jutting hip bones, and the scar on his lip. A bonafide street cat.

"Digging in the trash, are we? I thought you knew better than that," Gus teased.

Munkustrap stretched as much as he could, before he felt Alonzo stir. After becoming aware, he looked over to the sleeping tom, who he remained as he was; sleeping. Must have been a long morning of patrol. He didn't want to wake his mate up, but Munkustrap wasn't one to lounge in the den for long.

It was the middle of the day, a time that most cats napped during. But Munkustrap was restless. He sat up slowly, and crept off of the blanket as quietly as he possibly could. Alonzo didn't move.

Maybe a quick walk would allow him to rest. He just needed something to exercise his stagnant state. So he left the den, the intense glare of the sun contrasting painfully with his dark quarters.

But right there at the entrance, a scent filled his nose, and it was completely unmistakable. Death.

And there it was at his feet. A small decaying rodent, far past the point of eating. It was obviously hunted by a cat, judging by the blood and puncture wounds in its stiff body.

A shrew.

A venomous little shrew, which were notoriously hard to catch despite their vision problems. Its head faced perfectly straight towards the opening of the den. This was deliberate.

He tugged at his collar, suddenly feeling a bit too warm for comfort. Offerings didn't really happen between cats, and he'd know if someone wanted to share a meal with him. Not that this thing was edible, though.

He exhaled like it was his last breath, but it wasn't related to the shrew. He felt paws wrap around his waist, and turned quickly to face Alonzo. Of course it was Alonzo, why was he nervous? There was nobody to be afraid of.

"Munk," Alonzo said in a tired daze, "It's cold. What're you out of bed for?"

"I—I. Well. Um."

"Eugh, what is that?" were Alonzo's next words. He hadn't let go of Munkustrap, but he did look past and down to see the shrew.

"Mangled shrew, but I don't know who could've placed it there," Munkustrap exclaimed, "I assume it's an offering, but why?"

Alonzo seemed a little more awake now, and he let go of Munkustrap's waist. He stared at the unmoving thing for a while, with his arms crossed. "No, Munk. This feels like a threat."

"A threat? Who would—"

Munkustrap's jaw hung open. Alonzo blinked at him, with raised eyebrows.

A shrew. Just like his botched first hunting trip.

"Yeah," Alonzo said, and his face twisted into something like defeat. "I should check out the place, I swear to Everlasting Cat, I looked high and low, every single area. I wasn't asleep long after patrol, it hasn't been very long," his voice got loud, but not angry. He just sounded confused.

"I'm sure you did amazing. I trust you with my life, Lonnie. I know what you're capable of, but I also know what he is capable of," Munkustrap comforted.

He nuzzled against the smaller toms chest. He'd hoped it would make Alonzo feel better, but he also hoped it would give himself comfort. Alonzo leaned into the touch, but the disgruntled look on his face did not leave.

"We'll ask around first. It could very possibly be him, but there's always a chance, right? Kittens do silly things sometimes," Munkustrap continued. Alonzo shrugged in response.

"I guess it's worth a shot, but nobody's awake right now. We'll be waiting till almost sun down," Alonzo noted.

"Then we ask at sun down."

And so, the two sat outside of the den for hours, waiting around for dark. Alonzo held out professionally as long as he could, but his short fur betrayed him against the wind, so by early dusk he was pressed against Munkustrap, purring.

Munkustrap almost jumped out of his fur upon seeing another cat walk into view.

"Oh—Jenny! You startled me," he spoke with breathy words, "You're up early, with the night so young."

"My, my, I could say the same for you two, looking so restless! Is something wrong?" she asked as she came closer, arms resting on her hips. Jenny seemed to finally notice the dead shrew; her nose scrunched, the corners of her mouth pulling up into a grimace. "Quite a dreadful sight, what happened here?"

"We don't know, we were sort of hoping that any cat around here would know. It's pointed straight towards the den, like it was on purpose," Munkustrap reiterated. "We were hoping that maybe one of the kittens left it there."

"Oh, those rascals. I hadn't noticed them doing anything under my watch. Are you sure it wasn't the work of Macav—"

She stopped herself mid sentence, for one reason or another.

"No, actually, were not sure," Alonzo said perhaps a little too bluntly. "It feels like a mockery to me."

Yeah, a mockery of my hunting skills, Munkustrap didn't say. He held his tongue with that part. Nobody needed to know that this was a personal thing, an inside joke between him and what was once his brother.

-

"I told you, it wasn't me!" Mungojerrie affirmed in his thick accent. Jenny had been badgering cats all day, in her attempts to aid both Protectors. She was ruling out every single cat she possibly could.

Rumpleteazer sent aid to her brother with their alibi. "We've been out in Victoria Grove all day!" she explained.

"Yeah, me and Pounce saw them leave before sleepin' for the day," Tumblebrutus agreed, while nudging Pouncivals shoulder.

"I haven't even seen a shrew in a long time," Pouncival explained with his arms crossed.

"I'm free to go now, right?" Tugger implored, lying sprawled across the tire.

The younger kittens were there too, but they weren't in the hot seat. They were barely even hunting age.

Munkustrap wished he had the ability to hold cats accountable like Jennyanydots did. She stood with her head high, listening to the menagerie of young cats sputter their way out of the accusation.

"I don't know, Jenny. They seem defensive, but I think they're telling the truth."

"Always worth a shot, Munks. I wish I could help you further, I'll stay hoping it isn't anything serious. You should probably use whatever freetime you have to get to bed," she warbled.

"Sleep. Yeah," he mumbled back.

It was easier said and done. Everytime he was able to rest his head, he saw red-orange fur. Everytime he'd squeeze his eyes shut, he heard a deep, bellowing laugh. So he'd cover his ears, and in turn he'd feel thick claws in his back.

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Life as an only child had become normal to Munkustrap. He instead filled his days by training with Gus, visiting the city to see the patchy tom he now knew by Alonzo, or practicing his route. There weren't many cats his age anymore, not since Demeter's bizarre dissapearance, but he kept busy.

He was even busier now with his new little brother. Infact, almost the whole family had been together for a moment. Father had dropped by for a record three nights and two days, and even their mother was there, although nobody really saw much of her. They were trying again, so that meant bringing another kitten home.

They both left once again though. This meant that Munkustrap had to learn how to take care of a kitten.

Rum Tum Tugger was this spotted little tykes name. Tugger for short. He definitely liked tugging, whether it was on the older cats heartstrings with his fluffiness, or on their fur with his teeth. And as a couple months had gone by, trouble followed the kitten wherever he went.

Speaking of where he went. . .

"Tugger! Come on, we can't play hide and seek right now. I promise I'll be back later, but you have to go with Jenny," Munkustrap called, looking every which way. His ears twitched at the sound of the rustling of old cardboard and bottles.

"I don't want Jennydot," uttered a small, sulking voice.

The kitten brushed up against his legs, and sat down right infront of him.

"Can I come, pidy-please?" the kitten asked.

"I have a very important job to do, and you might get hurt if you come with me," Munkustrap cooed at him. Honestly, he had no idea how to talk to kittens.

"Does Munka go away where Papa goes?"

"I wish, Tugs, but no. I've gotta keep you and everybody else safe, and you'll be safer with Jennyanydots."

The kitten sulked, which turned into a sob, and finally a wail. Munkustrap reached down to pick him up, but he ran off the other way, out from the clearing.

With an emphatic eye roll, Munkustrap started to chase after the kitten. He saw a little fuzzy tail slip out through the broken chainlink fence, and this was when his breath quickened.

"Tugs, get back here! It's not safe!"

The wind was cold against his face, but his cheeks and neck were red hot with panic.

"Tugger?" Munkustrap yelled out. If he couldn't keep one kitten safe, how could he keep a whole colony of cats safe? The kitten could be anywhere by now. He could not lose his brother.

Munkustrap listened for wailing, sniffling, a rustle, anything.

Silence.

His own breathing was all he could hear, and his heart was the only thing he could feel.

He looked all around, wandering in multiple directions. He turned to face the same bushes over and over again, until he saw a small part between a tree and a bush, and pushed his way past.

"Tugs!" he exclaimed. The kittens ears twitched, but he didn't turn around to face Munkustrap.

He was staring at something high up, but it didn't remain there for long. It hit the grass with minimal noise, quick and swift. Munkustrap quickly darted infront of Tugger, pushing him back.

"You," Munkustrap hissed.

"Woah, there! Someone's fiesty," Macavity purred, "don't you recognize your own brother, Straps?"

Munkustrap made no answer.

"Look at you, all grown up. Quite tall, are we? That silver coat of yours grew out nicely. But I may ask, who have you brought with you today?"

"We were just leaving."

"But you've only just gotten here! And I think I have permission to meet my baby brother, don't I?"

Munkustrap started moving without thinking. Macavity seemed to pick up on this, and so they circled.

Macavity laughed, "I knew it! Old Asparagus has taught the new Protector nicely. How's it treating you, Straps?"

The questions became unbearable. His fake friendliness was even worse. Munkustrap had never been in a real fight before, and he knew Macavity could tell. He had played, sure, but this was the real deal that Gus talked about before.
He glanced over at Tugger, who stayed silent likely out of fear. Munkustrap just had to get him and his brother out of there as fast as he could.

"I won't bite," the ginger cat taunted. His coat looked horrendously unclean.

He bided his time, glancing every which way. But his eyes always came back to Macavity.

"You're no fun. That bleak Junkyard sucked all the fun out of you, didn't it? I see, I see."

Macavity playfully rolled his eyes, and tackled Munkustrap.

Munkustrap had tried to fend him off, thrashing and scratching randomly. Any move he could possibly make, he made.

Tugger let out a sharp scream, "No, no! Please!" being the only audible words in his cries.

Munkustrap wasn't fending Macavity off for just himself anymore.

He breathed, trying to think, think, think—

Dodge. Leverage. Energy.

He bit down hard into the ginger fur of Macavity's neck. The cat yowled, and sidestepped his strength for just long enough that Munkustrap could roll the two over, which gave him the upperhand. Macavity threw a couple of blows, and Munkustrap was able to evade most of them.

As Macavity's breath turned tired, Munkustrap bit at his neck again. But this bite was personal, specifically for Mac.

Macavity thrashed pathetically, and Munkustrap quickly leapt to his feet. He quickly ushered Tugger out between the part in the bushes, and leapt over it himself. He picked up the kitten and he ran as fast as he possibly could. His paws hurt, and there was blood in his mouth, but he ran like the wind.

He practically dropped Tugger infront of the chainlink fence. The kitten wriggled under, and Munkustrap followed suit.

He didn't stop until he reached the clearing, with Tugger just mere steps infront of him. He collapsed onto the ground, feeling faint. He held onto the kitten, his perfect little brother, and he didn't let go until his conciousness slipped.

"Munk."

Munkustrap jolted awake, looking around frantically. It was still dark, but he wasn't in the den. He was instead just by the tire. A familiar cat looked down on him, shaking his shoulder slightly.

"What's up?" Tugger purred, taking a spot next to him.

"What happened? How long have I been asleep?" Munkustrap murmured. His head was pounding.

"Oh, not long, I think. Alonzo just left for patrol, told me that you fell asleep during Jenny's interrogation thing. I don't really know, just wanted to make sure you were good," Tugger ranted.

"Oh, I don't even remember," Munkustrap said, holding his head in his paws. He still tasted blood in his mouth. Tugger's fur felt almost the same as it did way back when.

"Are you?" Tugger inquired.

"Am I what?"

"Good. Like, are you doing okay?"

"Oh, yes," Munkustrap announced quickly, "I'm just tired. You'd think all this extra free time would make me less tired," he said, laughing. He wasn't sure how funny it was, though.

"Not buying it. You look rough," Tugger countered, his arms crossed. Sometimes, Munkustrap wanted to wipe that stupid grin off his face.

This exchange took Munkustrap by suprise. His brother, the wildchild, who didn't even do so much as hugs, was worried. Munkustrap rolled his eyes.

"Really, Tugs. I'm okay."

Tugger sat silent, staring at his nails for a good while.

"I'm kinda bored, we should go hunt," the spotted maine coon blurted out.

"Well, I suppose I could go for something right about now," Munkustrap pondered. In at least one way, he felt almost as good as new; maybe he could even catch patrol at dawn.

"Just watch out with that scar of yours," Tugger snickered.

He hadn't thought about it all day. It no longer hurt, not to the point of soreness anymore at least.

The two cats left the Junkyard from the side that was no longer fenced in. This was the scarce side, where they would find even less people than they would the city way.

"The old railroad, huh?" Munkustrap inquired.

Tugger walked along the tracks, so he mimicked him on the other side.

"Oh, yeah. I dunno, I like this area better. The forest is," Tugger paused, searching for words, "just too closed off. Plus, that's where everyone hunts."

The last time Munkustrap had hunted with his brother was the day of the Ball, looking for a bite to eat while the Junkyard was being set up. The two went to the forest, and Tugger seemed somewhat unsettled.

"I've never really thought about it. What animals hang around here anyways?"

"The trees are low enough to catch birds safely," Tugger answered. "Ooo, here we go."

Munkustrap watched as his younger brother moved off of the tracks to climb a tree. He figured he would sit back and watch first. It really was kind of amusing watching other cats hunt. The inexperienced bird noticed, but it was already too late. Tugger not-so-gracefully fell out of the tree, with the bird still in his grasp.

Munkustrap hurried over to his younger brother. "What was that, are you okay?"

Tugger made no answer, not until the bird ceased it's loud screeches. Munkustrap watched on curiously at his brother's methods.

"No big deal, it's a pretty short tree. I'm fine."

The younger cat pulled at one of the wings of the bird, spitting feathers out. He used his teeth to dig a hole into the underbelly, and stepped back.

"It's yours."

"What? Tugs—"

"It's for you, Munk. Unless you don't like fledglings."

"No, it's just—"

"Alonzo mentioned that he hasn't seen you eating," Tugger blurted out.

Munkustrap made no answer. He sat down in defeat, taking one small bite. He certainly had eaten, but not much. It really did just slip his mind. He had a lot on his plate, and ironically, it just wasn't food.

He felt Tugger watching him eat. It was awkward, and made him want to eat even less.

"Are you going to eat any?"

"Naaaahhh, that's yours. I'll get myself somethin'," Tugger said in passing as he walked off.

He was a very vocal hunter, and Munkustrap heard him celebrating from just behind. It made him smile.

Another fledgling, slightly smaller than the first, crashed down with Tugger's big leap.

"Caught the little brother!"

"That's not how bird litters work—"

"It's like you and me!"

"That's gross, Tugs."

Tugger tore up the bird, the way he normally does when he eats. And so the two sat and ate; one calmly, and the other like it was his last meal.

"Soooo," Tugger started, cleaning up his paws, "what's been going on in that head of yours?"

Munkustrap stopped eating, and just stared.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean 'what do I mean?' ," Tugger said, laughing. "You fought Macavity at the Ball, and here you are like, a week later, not eating."

Why did everybody want to know if I was okay?

His brows furrowed. "I don't know."

"Yeaaahhh, you do."

Munkustrap cleaned his paws quietly.

Upon hearing no response, Tugger rolled over and collapsed into his brothers fur, and looked up at him with his big pupils. Munkustrap grabbed hold of him, and they both rolled over once or twice. Munkustrap remained on top, laughing. Tugger looked stunned, his eyes completely glazed over and unblinking for a moment. He took the invitation gladly, and as the confusion left, his big dumb grin took place. Promptly, he swung at Munkustrap, who moved his head out of the way.

He let Tugger have the upper hand for a time, allowing them both to roll one more time. "Hah!" the spotted one exclaimed in triumph. He bit Munkustrap's shoulder, but all that he caught was fur. He spat it out, effectively distracting him. Munkustrap used his back legs to kick, and Tugger bounced up.

Tugger shook his head, breathing deeply. "Looks like I need to practice."

"I'd be willing to teach you a thing or two."

"You kidding? I don't want that Protector nonsense."

Munkustrap let his brother calm down. Tugger might've been the taller one now, but he certainly didn't do much play fighting.

"I'll get you back one day, you hear me?" Tugger coughed. His smile shone through his voice.

"Well, why not now? You've surely got some fight left somewhere."

Tugger finally closed his mouth, his breathing regular once again. Munkustrap stood idly, if not a little vulnerable. Tugger ran at him full sprint, and tackled him to the ground. Munkustrap was a little winded, his breath crackling once he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He put a paw up, feeling the scar. It felt red hot once again.

It didn't take long for Tugger to pick up what Munkustrap was doing. "Oh, Munka," he faltered. "I forgot all about that—I'm sorry." Tugger's voice felt warm under that cool, bad guy persona. All the edge melted away into genuine concern.

"No, I asked for it," Munkustrap answered. He let out a real and honest laugh. "Munka."

"Oh, shut it," Tugger muttered. All of the edge returned to his voice, like he caught himself.

-

They walked to the Junkyard soon after. The night was still fresh, but with their stomachs full, Tugger smiling softly, and absolutely nothing trying to break into Munkustrap's psyche, he felt accomplished.

"Oh, there you two are," Alonzo called. Something was riddled into his expression, something like concern.

"Is something up, Lonz?" Munkustrap asked.

"It's Jemima. On patrol I heard something, and she was just out there, wandering beyond the Junkyard. She's. . ."

"She's what, Alonzo?" Munkustrap raised his voice.

"She's at Jelly's. She's fine, physically. I have to patrol, but you should go pay her a visit."

Tugger was between the two, with his arms crossed and lip pouted.

"You keep safe, Tugs," Munkustrap said, looking up slightly at his little brother.

Tugger looked downtrod, like a sad little kitten. He sauntered off slowly, his tail hung low.

"I can help you patrol at dawn. You look like you could use some rest, Lonnie."

He left Alonzo no time to give any sort of counter arguement by giving him a quick peck on the lips. Alonzo stood dumbfounded, and Munkustrap made his way to Jellylorum's den.

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His mind raced, wondering what could possibly be the matter with Jemima. What had she encountered out there? The clearing was full of cats, but it was silent. Word travelled fast in the Junkyard.

He ducked walking into Jellylorum's den. Conversations ceased, all eyes were on him. All, except one pair. Jemima stared off near the ceiling. She didn't look uncomfortable, just mesmerized.

"Glad you're here, Munkustrap," Jellylorum lilted. She had a paw placed on Jemima's forehead, checking for a fever no doubt.

Jemima noticed Munkustrap, and she gave him a thoughtless smile. "Are you excited, too?" the kitten asked.

"For what, Jems?"

"I have been told it's going to be reaallly special," she exclaimed, "and that we'll be very excited."

Her head became fixated once again in the same spot of the ceiling.

"She's been at this for a while, asking everybody if they're ready or excited," Demeter said in a somber tone. Her pupils were thin, and Bombalurina was cradling the upper half of the golden queen in her arms. "I don't know how it happened, she was there one minute and the next we knew, she—"

Demeter took another look at her kitten, and buried her face into Bombalurina's chest. Bombalurina left an affectionate kiss on her head.

"She's not running any sort of fever, but she still feels incredibly warm. I've been checking her every couple minutes or so for a temperature change," Jellylorum stated, concern laced within her medical talk.

Jemima pawed at the air with one arm, the other still limp at her side. She giggled, and started to slowly sway her head from side to side.

"How long has she been like this?" Munkustrap inquired.

"Oh, we've been at this for an hour, maybe. Or less. Alonzo found her quickly after her dissapearance, but the whole time she's been stuck in this spell."

Three cats entered Jelly's den, which was quickly becoming crowded.

"Ah, speaking of spells, it's good to see you three. I was sort of hoping that any of you could help our predicament here."

Munkustrap made way for Coricopat, Tantomile, and Mistoffelees. The twins looked serious, which was out of the ordinary for the two, and Misto's tail flicked.

"Oh, we'll have so much fun," Jemima said to the ceiling.

Mistoffelees made haste to get to the kitten. She greeted Mistoffelees, head still swaying. The small tuxedo cat brushed up against her cheek fur with his. His eyes were closed, and before long, his shiny black coat sparkled brilliantly.

Mistoffelees was more of a magician than anything, but he had an innate sense of smelling whether or not magic had been used on other cats, and what kind it was. This was a useful trait that the twins lacked, so they often would travel as a group when necessary.

"This is an actual trance, I can say that much," the small tom said softly, most definitely for Jemima's sake. "It's certainly not my realm of magic, but I do know that it's what's causing her warmth. I'm also picking up on some sort of teleport."
He turned back, looking at the two tall cats that stood before him, and stepped off to the side.

The twins slinked their way to Jemima with no hurry. They held eachothers paws, and then each grabbed one of Jemima's. This elicited the most response out of her, her fur jolting into defense mode. Her face however, wasn't phased.

Every cat in the room was still, holding their breath. The tone of the room was unanimous.

"It's blank," Tantomile relayed to the others while Coricopat nodded in agreement.

"We cannot access what she is seeing," he added.

Worried glances passed between the room.

"But this is not all bad," the former began.

"She can sense us further. She is hiding in her mind, and the trance is keeping her within. She will come to after resting," Cori assured.

The two had what looked like faint smiles on their face. This insinuated that this was good.

Bombalurina shifted positions to make her and her mate more comfortable, and Jemima's eyes darted towards the red queen. Her eyes were still glazed over, but she uttered one small phrase.

"Is that you, Papa?"

Demeter moved her face from beyond Bombalurina's chest, exposing her mortified countenance.

Jemima didn't have a father figure in her life. Her biological father was a dead-beat. A big red maine coon who knew nothing, but felt himself self-righteous.

Munkustrap had heard enough. Without a word, he politely pushed through the twins and Mistoffelees and exited Jellylorum's den. He tried to keep his graceful composure, but as soon as he was out of sight, he sprinted towards the edge of the Junkyard as fast as his legs could take him.

He collapsed near the edge of the Junkyard, past the fence. The entrance of the forested park felt like it could swallow him whole, and at this rate, he'd welcome that. He picked himself back up and started to walk, trying to sense a the presence of something, or anything. This was less dignified and juvenile than any patrol.

He had to be somewhere. And Munkustrap had been idle for far too long.

With every rustling noise, he felt his tail flick. His head turned every which way, and with every step he almost tumbled. His body was tired, but the buzzing in his mind kept him going, like lightning jolting dead prey. Honestly, he must have looked quite wild. Fur poking up every which way, puffed up with fear. No, not fear. He wasn't scared. Munkustrap, the protector, was not afraid.

"Munk?"

He whipped around to come face to face with another cat. Alonzo's voice had more emotion than typical, his soothed tone more wary. His pupils were thin, head cocked almost to the side like a Pollicle dog. It was almost like the very first look Alonzo ever gave him.

"What are you doing out here? You look like you've seen a ghost," the cat remarked. He nuzzled close, but something in Munkustrap didn't allow him to return the affection.

He heard a noise somewhere in the woods, but something stopped him from moving towards it.

"Munkustrap, you know I'd follow you anywhere, but this feels brazen. Please, please just tell me what's going on, you don't have to do—whatever this is—by yourself."

The look on Alonzo's face now was almost kittenish. When Munkustrap was on high alert, Alonzo typically joined in to guard, but he didn't move one inch from being pressed up against Munkustrap's chest. What was so different from any other time?

"Talk to me, please. You're freaking me out," he continued.

Munkustrap's lips parted to speak, but the words came hesitantly. "He's somewhere around here. He keeps torturing me with memories, all I see is red, I haven't gotten a decent nap without waking up thinking about him, I—"

"Take a deep breath. How about we walk to the den, is that okay?"

Munkustrap exhaled whatever breath he had left. He nodded, and as soon as Alonzo saw any kind of response, he guided both of them home.

-

Munkustrap stayed curled up in one small corner of the den. It had felt like he had been waiting for eons, so he almost jumped out of his fur when he noticed Alonzo had finally come back.

"I was able to get Plato & George for a last minute patrol," Alonzo assured. Munk must have given him a funny look, so he continued. "They're fine. Trust me."
Alonzo sat down beside him. "Do you feel any better? You saw Jemima, right?"

"Yes, but she wasn't acting right—It was ruled some sort of trance. She asked for her papa, but she's never really had one, so that means she's met him properly. Somewhere. I mean the shrew was already crazy, but this?"

"Woah, slow down. You think she met her father? You mean—"

"Yes!"

Alonzo nodded slowly. "What was it about the shrew?"

Munkustrap clenched his jaws shut. He had said too much, but it was too late to go back.

"It was kind of an inside joke between me and Mac, from when I was small. He used to tease me by catching shrews," he confessed.

"Munk, that's big. We really spent that long interrogating kittens just for it to be who I thought it was to begin with? Why hadn't you said anything?"

"I'm not hurt anymore, I can handle things from here. I know what I'm doing, I should really be the one dealing with it."

Alonzo pulled in a little closer. "Why won't you let us help you? You know Demeter's history with him, you know mine, we can help you sort through it," Alonzo stuttered. "I care about you so much, you know that? Please, just let me take care of you this once!"

The words hung heavy above his head. Munkustrap stayed silent.

"At least let me clean you. You look wild right now," Alonzo continued.

"Okay, alright. Yes. Sure."

Munkustrap held his head in his paws, but Alonzo moved one paw out of the way for a playful lick on the tabby's cheek. Munk tried to smile.

He felt Alonzo's gentle paws petting his fur back down to its rightful place. It could've been made into two, maybe four quick swipes, but Alonzo seemed to want to take his time. He continued affectionate licking and gentle kisses onto the top of Munkustrap's head.

Munkustrap trotted across the high area of the Junkyard. As the sun went down, more cats came to wake; but patrol was still mandated. The scraps of wood and metal were still warm beneath his paws.

Patrol was quite boring, but luckily he was a daydreamer. He was always thinking: conversations from the past, things that could happen in the future and or how he would handle it, play ideas he could propose to Gus, anything he could possibly think of to pass the time. Of course, his mind always came down from Heaviside whenever it was important.

Speaking of, he heard commotion down near the clearing. He was able to pick out multiple voices, and his ears twitched as he slinked forward.

"Munk!" his little brother's voice cracked. He turned around to face the young cat. "They told me to come get you. C'mon!"

Tugger ran off almost as quick as he had come, and Munkustrap followed. He was already headed down towards the clearing, but Tugger brought him a different way down.

Various cats surrounded something on the ground. He spotted Jellylorum, Jennyanydots, Cassandra, and Skimbleshanks, but more importantly, he caught a view of Gus kneeling on the ground.

"Oh felinity, is Gus okay?" Munkustrap blurted.

The cats all stopped to look at him as he came closer. They parted to make room for their Protector, and Gus looked up at him. He wasn't wearing his signature cloak.

"Ah, here you are. We have an unusual guest tonight," he crooned.

Looking up from underneath Gus's cloak was a patchwork tom. He had a busted lip and faint traces of blood smeared across his face.

"Lonz! Oh, Everlasting Cat, what happened to you out there?" Munk exclaimed, crashing down to embrace the bony cat.

Alonzo weakly pressed his face against silver grey fur. "Cat fight," were the only words he said.

"Oh, poor thing. Let's take him to the nurses quarters," Jelly prompted as if it wasn't her own den.

-

Munkustrap stayed close to the black and white tom, but they'd soon have to part. Alonzo was set up to stay in Jelly's spare blanket for the night. He was clearly in pain and didn't move much, but his silence seemed to come from something different.

Munkustrap had been talking to Jellylorum with Gus. They hadn't really spoken about their city travels, and so they had to explain everything from start to finish to the nurse cat.

"Jellylorum, was it? Uhm. I was thinking, is it possible I could stay with Munk for the night?" Alonzo interrupted.

Jellylorum had been mid sentence, and looked at him with her mouth open and sound caught in her throat. She swallowed her syllables.

"Well, I suppose your condition isn't life threatening," she then turned to Munkustrap, "And if Munks is alright with it, I'm sure you'll feel more at ease in a real den. Just make sure to come back to me as soon as morning comes, and if you need anything in the night, don't be afraid to come get me."

Alonzo stood, maybe a little too fast. Munkustrap caught him, and helped him walk.

"Rest up, street cat," Gus purred.

They walked slowly back to the den, talking about nothing. Most cats hadn't even known about Alonzo, so they were suprised to see how close Munkustrap was with this feral cat. Tugger perked up upon noticing them from his resting place.

"Alonzo, this is Tugs—"

"Tugger."

"Tugger, my little brother."

Alonzo laughed. "I've heard plenty about you, Tugger."

"I can move to the nursery for the night, if you want," Tugger deadpanned. He seemed to understand what was going on.

Munkustrap was taken back by the offer. "Are you sure? You're a little too old for that."

"I'll have almost the whole place to myself, no big deal," he shrugged. "Well, best be on my way. See ya, love birds!"

Munkustrap felt his face grow red, and Tugger batted his tail against Munkustrap playfully, laughing on his way out. Maybe he didn't know what was going on. The almost-not-kitten could be kind, but there's always a catch.

"Sorry about him," Munkustrap choked out.

"It's fine, Munk. I expected some sort of quip from him," Alonzo purred. He immediately loosened up, sauntering in like he owned the place. There were large scratches all down his back, and bite marks at his throat. Blood dyed his white fur, but you'd hardly be able to tell he was injured based off the way he was acting.

"I'm happy to house you, but how come you wanted to stay with me?"

Alonzo cocked his head. "How come you live here, but you're so professional? I just wanted to see my closest friend in my time of need."

"What happened out there? You've always vowed never to come here. Is everything alright?"

"I'll be fine, Munk. It really was just a cat fight. I didn't anticipate him to be that strong, though. Figured I'd hide out somewhere for the night, and I remembered the directions Gus—"

"Him?"

"Ah, The Hidden Paw. He's just some street cat, always looking for a new pawn," he spat. There was disgust in his tone.

"I see. He got you pretty bad, Lonz," Munkustrap commented. "Mind if I straighten your fur up?"

"Sounds good to me," Alonzo purred. "As long as I get this. wretched smell off. I'd rather smell like you."

Touch between the two hadn't been very odd anymore. Munkustrap would consider Alonzo one of his closest friends, but it felt odd having the street cat in his den. Especially with Alonzo talking so oddly. He never heard of any one cat wanting his scent on them, and the thought made something in his chest hurt.

Munkustrap pet the tom gently, just a couple strokes down his fur. He caught a familiar scent somewhere in the black and white fur.

"So, this Hidden Paw. Is that his actual name?"

Alonzo chucked. "No. It's a recent rebrand, I guess. Real name's Macavity. You really don't know?"

Munkustrap woke up from his short nap, not feeling refreshed in the slightest. It started off well, but of course, everything circles back to him.

He looked down at Alonzo. The tom purred lowly, but his breathing was slow. Munkustrap didn't feel good doing it, but he plucked himself out of Alonzo's grasp, and snuck outside the den.

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The night eased up into a cool cerulean. The clouds were just beginning to show, but the sun wasn't yielding its rays just yet. Cats were often awake during dawn, but they'd soon rest after morning.

Munkustrap trailed the higher parts of the Junkyard. It hadn't been long since he left Alonzo sleeping in the den, but he made note of the shift in the sky. There was less ground to walk on the higher parts of the Yard, as trash was less packed on, which left him jumping from object to object. Objects rolled and shifted place with a moderate amount of noise every now and then. It was a bit of a chore, but it kept him awake. Sleep was a foreign idea right now.

He wasn't going to stop until he found him. He knew Macavity was around here somewhere. He tried to not appear too frantic, though. Over the years, he felt he had become good at keeping his peace.

A good Protector is not troubled, Gus would say. Gus always channeled his roles he did in theatre productions, and this included intense bravado. Munkustrap never saw Gus in his prime, but he could always imagine it. Chin up, legs straight, neck held high. Ears and whiskers always alert, and mind always levelheaded.

Munkustrap always tried to echo this sentiment in his own body language. He was already pretty good at it, or at least that's what Gus said the first time he gave his lessons. The older cats always said that Munkustrap was the kind of kitten nobody needed to worry about, unless his older brother roped him into something. So Munkustrap grew into the cat nobody needed to worry about. He wouldn't waver, flake, or fall.

And he surely wouldn't now. Even if his bones felt soft, his head hurt, and his brother was still roping him into trouble. He certainly was not very levelheaded at the moment.

Something moved in the distance. It was noiseless, almost too quiet, but it still seemed to be up to no good. Munkustrap kept low to observe its black, wiry fur and ratty tail. One would think it was a large, misshapen rat if it wasn't for its pointy ears. It moved like it was looking for something, and Munkustrap almost lost sight of its shape in the night. Its twisted white whiskers twitched as it sniffed around.

Munkustrap chased the cat, even into the small crevice it had pushed itself into. Upon looking into the tight space of the overturned couch, he realized it was empty.

Mac's henchcats were capable of a lot of things; they could probably dissapear into thin air, right?

He left shaking dust off of his coat. His own fur felt constricting, and as it pulled, he discovered a few tangles and burs in his usually pristine coat. Alonzo just cleaned him, and Munk already managed to ruin his hard work. This was a later issue, though. There were bigger issues; issues that he alone needed to combat. He turned back around —

And almost bumped right into George, who stared up at Munkustrap dumbfounded. Plato was behind him, also staring, but his expression was more curiosity than shock.

"Munkustrap! Alonzo told you we were on patrol, right?" George greeted, snapping from a slouch position to a more regal one. Plato was tall enough to meet Munkustrap's eyes even if he was slouching, so slouched he stayed. "We haven't seen anything, but we're still able to hold out a while longer."

"You two are relieved. I'm able to take it from here," Munkustrap ordered gently.

The younger cats shared a look at eachother, like they could communicate telepathically.

"Alonzo mentioned you needed rest," Plato chimed in, "what happened to that?"

"I'm alright. Thank you for concern," Munkustrap assured. He held himself poised, or as poised as he could be. "You two carry on, everything will be alright."

The cats shared more looks with eachother.

"Uh. Well," George stammered, "If you say so. We'll be awake a while longer, so I guess we can like, still listen out."

Plato scratched awkwardly at his throat. The two stood there for a while longer, but quickly found their way elsewhere.

Munkustrap resumed his business. Now that those two were out of harms way, he felt comfortable enough to—

Another one. He bolted towards this fiend, but as he climbed on top of it's resting place, it was gone already. He joked with himself that maybe he had finally lost his mind, but it wasn't funny the longer he thought about it. He looked around, but the henchcat was nowhere in sight. No sounds left in its wake.

He caught his breath as he slowly realized where he now was. He was standing on the big wooden chair that oversaw the Junkyard. His old thinking spot had grown weary after being jumped on and used to sharpen claws after all this time. At least he and this chair had something in common.

He turned to face the vast sky above. The sun was a welcoming sight. It was still small, but it would come soon enough. If Macavity struck, hopefully it'd be in the open daylight rather than now, where darkness still clung to the ground.

"Straps!"

Munkustrap swiveled around, almost losing his righteous place on the chair. He was face to face with silence. There were no cats to greet him. He rubbed his eyes, but sleep was still not on the table.

The voice was conflicting. He recognized it as his brother, but nobody else could say the same, not even Tugger. The voice was warm and gravelly. The memory of it felt like a soothing purr that lingered even after it was done. He could sometimes hear hints of it on himself or Tugs, if they were tired or sick enough. However, this same voice was cold and uncouth to others. Familiar, but not in the way a kitten comes bounding towards the sound of their mothers voice. Familiar in the sense that any sensible cat would flee from the scene. The Hidden Paw.

Sitting on the very chair where he had his last talk with Macavity, he pondered what it would be like if he had went with. Would he been like one of the henchcats, or something greater? Being Macavity's right hand man sounds like being a puppet on a string. Would Munk's strong moral code have saved him? Maybe in another world he went, escaped, and was hunted down. It wouldn't have been too different from his reality, where he certainly felt like he was being hunted down. If he died, maybe at least Macavity could finally leave the tribe at peace.

Heavy paws beside his own, smaller ones. A big, fire colored cat laughing his typical hearty chuckle. His laugh always sounded like you had just told him the funniest thing he's ever heard.

Maybe Munkustrap really was going mad.

He felt himself chime in with his own giggling. Mac's smile was infectious.

Macavity walked infront, turning around to face Straps. Munkustrap felt the ginger fur of his brother brush against him as he passed by, and it felt real. Macavity seemed to study his face curiously, with a playful grin across his face. He looked older than he did in Munkustrap's memories.

It dawned on him. By the time he started moving, the cat before him darted off. He seemed to be running aimlessly; but Munkustrap tried his best to follow.

It was several dangerous jumps down, as he was still on the higher area of the yard, but he had to go forward.

And so finally, the forest swallowed him whole. The area was darker than the Junkyard was, even if the sun shone through.

Macavity's laugh bellowed throughout the area. It was quite sobering; if Munkustrap had thought he felt like sleeping before, he most surely didn't now. His stomach turned with conflicting ideas; the nostalgic warmth of his brother, and the thundering sound of a common rival.

"What do you want?" Munkustrap begged. He couldn't remember the last time he raised his voice. He looked every which way for Macavity, or at least just a henchcat. His question was only answered by wind.

Munkustrap listened for laughing, teasing, a rustle, anything.

Silence.

His own breathing was all he could hear, and his heart was the only thing he could feel.

He looked all around, wandering in multiple directions. He turned to face the same bushes over and over again, until he saw a small part between a tree and a bush, and pushed his way past.

Another shrew lay in the grass. It was fresh, blood still gushing from an opening on its throat. So fresh, the thing writhed on the ground.

Before it was Macavity. He sat chin up, legs straight, and neck high, tail swishing about in the aimless way it usually did. His ears and whiskers were alert, but he still felt somewhat inviting.

This wasn't the sight that was expected. Munkustrap had to take a double take at first, but even with the shockingly calm sight, he didn't let his gaurd down.

"Care for a bite?" Macavity asked. "You look...egregious, Straps."

"What do you want from us?"

Macavity frowned. "I just figured I'd catch up personally with my brother before I met my objective. Care to chat about the Ball? Quite the fight you and your cohort put up there." He pawed at the wriggling shrew, its life between the pads of his paw. "I kept this warm for you. You're really not going to take it? A shrew, just like old times, remember?"

Munkustrap realized only now that he was quite famished, but he wasn't going to take the bait. "What did you tell Jemima? What did you do to her?"

"Oh, my sweet young; she's grown so much, you know. I think she was long overdue for a proper meeting with her father. We chatted briefly in preparation, but I had to go for the time being."

"We both know you're not telling the full truth."

"Not very nice of you to pry," the ginger cat muttered. His head lowered to the ground, snapping his jaw at the small rodent beneath him. It writhed and squirmed in pain, until it stopped moving. He looked directly into Munkustrap's eyes, and dropped the shrew to the ground. "You look horrible, what's got you in such a tizzy?"

"Why don't you tell me?"

Macavity's brow furrowed. "How come you think I did anything? I may be magic, but I'm no miracle worker," he retorted.

"Don't tell me you don't know. The fever dreams I'm having have to be your doing."

"I remember no such thing! Good to see my baby brother still thinks about me. I'm honored."

Munkustrap growled. "What are you plotting? You have everything you want out there, and you still choose to mess with us?"

"Alllmost everything," he lilted.

Munkustrap opened his mouth to respond, but Macavity didn't let him. "As I was saying, the Ball? We weren't able to chat then, what with the excitement of my arrival and all. Shame I wasn't welcomed with open arms in my own home."

"You tried to kidnap Demeter."

"I only wanted to chat with her. She does have my heir, after all."

"You left by your own volition. You have no business here; not with Father, not with Jemima, and certainly not with Demeter. You chose this stupid carefree life, and you think you can come crawling back to me? To 'talk things out?' You dug your grave, now lie in it."

The words came from his heart. It felt freeing to finally be able to verbally speak up against his brother. His voice wavered near the end with raw hurt. Macavity played with his food as he took in Munkustrap's words. He took a long, drawn out breath, and exhaled through his nostrils. Of course; Mac never took anything seriously, but he played the part at least. The world was Macavity's oyster; and everyone in it was just a pearl to exploit.

And just like that, he was gone. The shrew lay on the ground, untouched. Munkustrap's reaction was admittedly delayed, but he whipped around to search as soon as he could.

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"I know you're not gone," Munk called out, "this is childish!"

Munkustrap would've felt vulnerable if it wasn't for the adrenaline in his heart. He looked up at the trees that towered over him, and it truly made him feel small; a feeling he wasn't used to. The sun was peering through the branches by now. The beams of light hurt, and he squinted involuntarily, but he had to keep looking.

Booming laughter echoed through the trees. At least by now, Macavity lost the friendly facade he put on.

"This isn't funny, Mac. I'll let you talk all you want, as long as you don't mess with anybody else; but this is ours to deal with, you hear me?"

He slinked his way through grass, trying to pick up on Macavity's scent.

He felt his tail swish, an involuntary movement from his instincts. He caught a glimpse of something behind a bush, and his back legs ached to strike.

But he didn't make it very far.

Macavity pounced quickly, but luckily this time Munkustrap was quicker. He was able to swing an arm and knock the cat backwards, so he hit the ground with a grunt.

The ginger cat scurried from off of the ground, his fur standing in defense mode. Munkustrap was able to dodge a lazily thrown outstretched paw, but Macavity gave up on the idea of slinging very quickly. Just like Gus coached. He grabbed Munkustrap by the waist and threw him back into the ground.

A stinging, burning sensation etched into Munk's back, and as he scrambled to get up he realized the object he was thrown against was a rock. He shook off any pain he could. Macavity was keeping his distance, circling somewhat. Like it was second nature, Munkustrap joined this circling.

Macavity laughed. "It's funny. Trained by the same cat—makes it tough, huh kitten?"

Munkustrap hid his heavy breathing. He tried not to let his anger get the best of him; to cry, to scream, to thrash aimlessly—he had to be the more mature of the two.

"You think this is tough? You wuss, at least I'm not abandoning my family." Maybe he let it seep through a bit. That's not bad, right?

Macavity once again threw the next blow. He attempted a pounce, but Munkustrap thought quick on his heels and slammed the cat to the ground. Macavity growled, kicking his back legs, and Munkustrap put a paw on the other cat's throat triumphantly.

Macavity yowled, which echoed into the skies. Munkustrap jumped at the sudden sound, which let Macavity rise once again. He heaved, his chest rising and falling almost dramatically. Munkustrap stood in his regular position, legs apart. Perfect position to spring up from in times of desperation. Macavity didn't do anything besides stare.

Munkustrap heard rustling in the woods around him. Shapes shifted and blotted, moving dramatically. A lot of them were the same black color, but some were spotted, and others were mackerel. Either way, they all stared directly into his soul.

They came in close, and just as Munkustrap moved to strike, one of the wiry cats tackled him first. This one was one of the non monochrome ones; and they were covered in scars. It was bony, smaller than Munkustrap's own self; but they knew what they were doing. Munkustrap tried to push them off, but his body was heavy with ache. He felt the cat biting at his scruff, just as he felt his vision go dark.

He stared at his paws in the grass, pondering if he really should. He paced back and forth, and finally began to storm into the clearing, where Macavity sunbathed righteously. Munkustrap threw himself into the cats fur, and sobbed into his side.

"Hey, hey now. What's the matter Munkustrap?"

Munkustrap caught his breath, his sniffles catching his voice like high pitched hiccups. "I thought you went away! Jennyandot asleeping, and I can't find Mama—"

"C'mere," the older cat purred. His purr was loud enough to drown out Munkustrap's own sobs. "I love hanging out with you, tot! You know I'm quite a busy cat these days. You're my favorite little bugger in the Junkyard, and nothing will change that. When was the last time you saw your mother?"

"Mama fed me and said bye but that was last night. I was scared," he whined.

Macavity sighed. "That mother of yours is an idiot, leaving her poor kitten hungry," he cooed. He planted a kiss on the bridge of Munkustrap's nose. "It's okay, I promise I'll never leave you, Straps. As long as we live."

"It's Mukastap," the kitten retorted.

"Has nobody taught you about nicknames? Everlasting Cat, what am I to do with you? Now, let's find something for you to eat. Maybe it's time for you to be weaned."

His head ached, and his ears rung. He realized he was still on the ground. He felt peace for a moment, till he remembered the only reason he would be on the ground. His vision finally came to, albeit a bit blurry. A familiar cat stood over him.

"Please, please—Munk? Munkustrap?" Alonzo pleaded desperately, shaking Munkustrap awake.

Munkustrap shook his head and sat up. Everything hurt. Bite marks lingered on the back of his neck, and his fur was rubbed the wrong way all over. Scratches covered him.

"Lonz, you followed?"

"Sort of—listen, I'm busy right now. You need to move," Alonzo hissed.

"Is Macavity—"

"Most of his little freaks are gone, but Tugger is holding Macavity off right now."

Munkustrap leapt to his feet. "Tugger? He can't, he's—"

"Perfectly capable."

Alonzo reached his paw towards Munkustrap, who took it as leverage to help himself get up.

"Quick, hide, uh—somewhere," Alonzo motioned somewhere further towards the edge of the forest, "We've got him. He will not lay a hand on Jemima or Demeter, and we are okay. Got it?"

Alonzo was the one not to leave Munkustrap time to respond this time, with a quick peck on the lips. A loving farewell. His mate ran off, but Munkustrap felt like putting up a fight. He waited for Alonzo to be out of sight before moving forward.

He had fallen out of the fight once before, but he was going to stay in this time. This was his battle.

He simply followed the sound of Macavity's banter. He came across the area they were fighting.

Tugger, who was completely untrained, was clearly exhausted. His perfect little curl had unfurled, and his mane was completely unruly. Alonzo quickly took the upper hand so that Tugger could have a breather. Macavity had multiple decoys, and he was toying with the two cats. Alonzo, who was shielding Tugger with his body, tried to swipe at who he thought was Macavity, to no avail. It was another decoy, which dissapeared into thin air. It seemed like Macavity was in no rush to get anywhere, and he was just playing with them.

Macavity and all of his decoys were once again gone. Munkustrap noticed the others looking for him again, and he figured he should look too.

Munkustrap was promptly kicked out from behind the tree he was lurking from.

"What do we have here?" Macavity hummed. "Finally awake?"

"Munk?" Tugger exclaimed, somewhat pitchy. Alonzo was silent, like something was caught in his throat.

Munkustrap mustered the strength to pick himself up and tackle Macavity. He knew very well that Macavity could've dissapeared off somewhere else, but to his suprise, he didn't. He allowed himself to be taken down to the ground. Macavity tried to throw Munk off, but he bit down on the cats shoulder.

Macavity grabbed Munkustrap and rolled him over, so that he was on top. Macavity's breathing was hard, and it felt like fire against Munkustrap's fur. He grabbed the ring of Munkustrap's collar and pulled, so that he was face to face with him. The two stared at eachother, and only Macavity's laugh broke the silence. His face softened from rage into his "nice" facade. He dug a lone claw into Munkustrap's throat and down.

"I'm a cat of my word, Munkustrap," Macavity purred, "I won't leave you as long as you live."

Alonzo came up towards them both, and Macavity made haste to move. He stood quickly, and took Munkustrap up with him. He had Munkustrap by the collar once again, but this time it was different. He had his paw underneath the pleather, which made it tight against Munkustrap's throat. It was quickly getting harder and harder to breathe. His feet just barely touched the ground. He flailed, and tried to push Macavity away to no avail. His eyes felt heavy, and pain covered almost his entire body.

"I want what I am owed," Macavity said coldly. "My heir is waiting for her suprise. I shall see to it that she comes home with me today."

Alonzo stood with his arms outstretched to his sides like he could fight if neccesary, but he continued to glance at something behind them. "Let him go."

Munkustrap hated being vulnerable. The more he flailed and pushed, the worse his predicament became. He became limp, his eyes hurt, it was hard to think.

Macavity shook his head. "Not until I have my daughter. She should be ready to leave about now. Straps here will just have to wait! He's quite patient, isn't he?"

Alonzo looked behind the two cats, and blinked.

Munkustrap was suddenly met with the ground coming closer. After a long morning of being tossed around, this was normal by now. Alonzo immediately came rushing to his side. He gasped for air, finally being able to take full breaths, and realized just why Macavity had let go.

Tugger was on top of the cat, and was clawing aimlessly at him. He clearly was giving it all he had, even if he was completely untrained. Macavity turned around to the best of his ability so that he could face the cat on top of him, as stunned as he was. Macavity's eyes met Tugger's collar, akin to Munkustrap's own, and took the chance to try and reach for the silver ring. Tugger also took his own chances though, and his claws met Macavity's right eye.

The cat yowled in pain, clutching the afflicted area. Tugger fell off of him ungracefully, and Macavity curled in on himself. He stumbled to get on his feet, and moved one paw from his face. The eye was completely obscured by the red blood that covered it. It almost blended into the red of his fur. The eye that wasn't hurt glared at all three cats.

"You idiots," he scolded.

And just like that, he was once again gone. No laughter, no reappearances, just gone.

Tugger shook like a leaf, clutching his bloody paw in the other, until he noticed the others looking at him. He swept the once-perfect little curl back into place, and crossed his arms.

The three cats remained silent for the time being. The silence was rather comfortable, despite how uncomfortable they all were. Tugger looked completely out of place, his mane completely tussled, Alonzo's white fur made it easy to see the deep red scratches that lie beneath, and Munkustrap at least felt worse for wear.

"So...," Tugger hesitated, "Who's up to see Jelly?"

The other two laughed. Munkustrap didn't neccesarily find it funny, but laughing was something to do. He pulled his little brother into a tight hug, and Tugger's rigid frame melted under the touch. He hugged even tighter, which hurt, but they both definetely needed it.

"I'm very proud of you, Tugs."

"I—hah—whatever. I only damaged my The Hidden Paw possibly for life, no biggie."

"Finally stepping up, yeah?" Alonzo chimed in, referring to Tugger. He had his lopsided grin plastered on his face, and he stood awkwardly to the side, arms wrapped around his own body. Munkustrap hated romantic public displays of affection, but he immediately made a beeline for Alonzo. Their faces touched, and Munkustrap embraced the tom. He lifted him slightly off the ground, peppering his cheek and nose with kisses.

"You're dense, Munk. I don't know what willpower possesses you," he teased.

"I love you too."

There was rustling in the forest, and the three were back on edge. Munkustrap set Alonzo down, but continued to hold onto him.

"Oh!" was all Mistoffelees said. He had a pleasant look on his face.

"There he is," Alonzo greeted in a more professional tone. "Anything at all?"

"No, everything is just fine as far as I can tell," the small tom assured as he came closer. Tantomile and Coricopat were behind a couple paces, but they also came into view.

"Jemima is asleep," Tantomile spoke softly.

Cori nodded. "Her warmth has gone down. She will recover when she wakes."

Alonzo nodded. "Does Jelly have room to see a few more?"

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"Now, a good hunter waits; he does not strike at the first moment he can."

"That's what I was doing, Mac!" Munkustrap retorted.

Macavity pressed his cheek against the younger cats affectionately. "Let me finish. Actually, lets retrace. Do you remember what were you trying to catch?" he asked condecendingly.

"A shrew," Munkustrap said, defeated.

"Shrews aren't poisonous, but their bite elicits something worse; venom. A good hunter knows his target. A shrew may seem more your speed, but their bites are dangerous," Macavity went on as he trotted. "Let's look for something you could hunt realistically. A butterfly, perhaps?"

Macavity chuckled at his own joke, and Munk rolled his eyes. He droned out the sound of Macavity's ceaseless ranting.

Truly, he had become acustomed to these fever dreams over time. Memories, whether they were by Macavity's accord or not, hurt. He knew how they went, and he yearned for the times.

He stopped in his tracks.

"Straps? What's wrong?"

Munkustrap stared up at Macavity, dumbfounded.

"I—uh—Mac—"

"Yes?"

"I miss you."

"You miss me?" Macavity affirmed. His brow furrowed, taking in those words. "It would appear to me...that I'm right here."

Munkustrap caught up to the bigger cat, realizing just how much bigger Macavity used to be compared to him. Munkustrap was still shorter than him, but at least they now were at eye level. Mac never got to watch him grow up.

"Yes. Can we just lay here? For a moment."

"I suppose we can. Aren't you hungry?"

He couldn't feel anything, let alone hunger. It was a lucid dream, afterall.

"Yes, but it can wait," he spoke softly. He sat down, and Macavity hesitantly followed suit. Munkustrap couldn't remember the last time he kneaded anything, but he instinctively put his claws into Macavity's fur. Munk relished in what he would be able to feel if this were real.

Munkustrap took note of the scars under his brother's fur. They looked just like his own. He wore them with pride; if happy and safe cats were the fruits of his labor, then the scars were the thorns.

Macavity took a long time to ease into the touch, but he settled eventually. He curled towards the kitten and closed his eyes. His pur was loud and indomitable. The two stayed like this for what felt like hours.

Munkustrap knew what happened next, but he wasn't really interested in continuing; he had cats to tend to. He stood, much to Macavity's suprise and a hint of dismay.

"I think I'm ready, Mac."

"Ready to finish learning the ways of the hunter?"

"No. I have to go now," Munkustrap spoke in his typical professional manner. He was still a kitten in this dream, but he couldn't help but slip his current demeanor in, even if he was not bound to his real life expectations in this moment.

Macavity looked even more confused, his tail swishing.

"I might be back someday, but I think I'm ready for now. Goodbye, Mac."

He felt a small, cold nose against his own. His whiskers twitched, and he shook his head as he woke. He felt refreshed for the first time in weeks. Alonzo was still asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly, but Munk knew he was soon going to be up, judging by who had snuck in their den.

"Hi Straps!" Jemima beamed. It was quite an unfortunate nickname and reminder, but he had become accustomed to hearing it from her. He wasn't one to hurt a poor kittens feelings, especially after she recovered from a magical trance.

"Good evening, Jems."

"Nooo, it's morning!"

Munkustrap felt embarassed at this notion. Morning? Didn't they fall asleep in the morning? Alonzo sat up immediately, and as if he was listening the whole time, chimed in.

"Wait, morning as in its only been a couple hours, or morning as in the next day?"

"The next day! I didn't know it was possible for cats to be that sleepy," she exclaimed.

Alonzo threw himself back down and covered his face with his paws. "Good sleep at what cost," he muttered.

"It's just one day," Munkustrap comforted the tom.

"Just one? You say that like it's nothing," Alonzo prodded in return.

"My dad could probably sleep for two if he tried hard enough," Munkustrap laughed.

Jemima made her way between the two cats, giggling as she made herself comfortable. Her small paws, even without claws, were painful as she put her full weight onto the cats beneath her.

Alonzo made a sharp gasp, and Jemima froze.

"Go easy Jemima," Munkustrap said. He tried to remain sweet, but stern. He found that talking to kittens was quite easy now. "Me and Lonz are still recovering, remember?"

"Okay," the kitten sulked.

"You're not in trouble, silly," Munkustrap assured. He grabbed the kitten in one arm and started tickling her. She giggled, kicking at the tomcat playfully. Alonzo watched on with a smile on his face.

"I don't think it's the time for rough housing right now, is it?"

The tickling ceased, and all eyes were at the entrance of the den. Demeter stood, looking at them all.

"It's time to eat," she said warmly. Jemima scrambled out of Munkustrap's grasp and crawled over Alonzo, who groaned as her small body prodded his own. The kitten was already gone, but the queen stayed at the entrance.

"Morning, you two. Must have been a rough day if you both slept it all away," she teased as she moved to leave. "I meant to thank you both, by the way. It was really scary with Jemima, but luckily we have two competent Protectors."

Demeter left, but her presence lingered. Munkustrap hadn't really spoken to her since their talk earlier in the week, not counting the short words they exchanged in Jellylorum's den when Jemima fell "ill." It felt like a lifetime ago.

"Actually," Alonzo started, "we need to talk about it."

Munkustrap slowly looked over to Alonzo. He couldn't help but feel dread upon hearing those words, but he was also worried. "Sure, yes, of course."

Alonzo sighed, shifting closer to Munkustrap. "It was kind of thoughtless for you to bolt out there without telling anybody, Munk." Munkustrap remained rigid, even as Alonzo put their paws together. "I know it hurts. But I'm worried what will happen the next time you think you can handle things all on your own. You could've gotten really hurt, wayy worse than you are now, you know? You could have died. You're worrying me so much—please, please tell me what's wrong. It hurts to see you hurting."

Alonzo's pupils dilated as he looked into him, but Munkustrap stared off towards the ground. He normally thought of ways to stop others from prying into his psyche, but this time he had to be frank. Maybe if he thought hard enough, he could summon the courage that let him blurt things out to Demeter. No, maybe he needed to stop thinking for that to happen. Why was it so hard?

Munkustrap opened his mouth to start speaking, but all he did was cry. It had been a very long time since he let this happen. He clung to Alonzo, who pet him softly. He hoped that this would be just a couple of sniffles, but he felt tears roll down onto his cheeks and into Alonzo's fur. His arms wrapped around Alonzo tightly, and slightly shook with the emotion that had built up over time. It was the grossest sob he's had in a while, but it felt good.

Alonzo stayed quiet like he was listening to a thought provoking mindpiece. His purr was quieter and more subdued than others that Munk has heard, but it was still comforting nonetheless. His mate did not speak, only nodding in affirmation, but his silence meant everything. He was listening; there was nothing for Munkustrap to uphold. Alonzo wanted this to happen, because he cared. It wasn't long before Munkustrap's sobs turned into just a few sniffles. He pulled away softly, and Alonzo let him.

"I don't think I miss him anymore," was all Munkustrap was able to choke out.

Alonzo nodded.

"I missed him so much, but I hated him. I wanted to curl up next to him, but I also wanted to make him hurt. It feels like he's been controlling my life and he doesn't even know it. I hallucinated his stupid henchcats, I've had these fever dreams about him, everything reminds me of him, and in a gross way I don't want to lose that version of him. I just—"

More tears. The silent kind that came with no sobbing, just sniffling. Alonzo waited patiently to see if Munkustrap would continue. When he didn't, Alonzo held Munkustrap's chin up and wiped his tears away.

Munk realized just how damp Alonzo's chest was with tears, and he couldn't help but laugh. The cat before him smiled his precious lopsided smile.

He moved closer to the black and white tom, snuggling into the dry side of his fur.

"It's okay to miss bad cats. You might stop for now, but if you ever do again, that would be okay. I miss bad cats all the time," Alonzo purred. "It doesn't make you evil. Infact, I believe it makes you good. And you are so good, Munkustrap. You are one of the most courageous cats I know. Crying is strong, you know?"

"I love you, Lonnie. You're too sweet."

Alonzo's neck turned red hot. "I love you too."

Munkustrap pulled the other cat in for a kiss. Alonzo seemed to melt, and as Munk pulled away, the other was awestruck. Alonzo played himself up as a smooth talker, but he short circuited anytime anything ever happened.

Munkustrap looked down at all of Alonzo's injuries, and left gentle kisses on some of the scrapes and bruises. "Y'know, he called you my cohort."

Alonzo laughed, but it was just the kind where one exhales a little more forcefully. "Yeowch, okay."

"You're very important around here, Alonzo. You're an amazing fighter. My biggest supporter."

Admittedly, Munkustrap wasn't as good with these kinds of words. Despite this, Alonzo stammered, unable to find a response. Silence filled the den for a time.

"Maybe we should've went with Dem," Alonzo spoke up after composing himself. "I'm a bit hungry after the day we've had."

-

The toms eventually caught up with Demeter, but their intentions were slightly different than just getting food. They did end up settling for a snack, but they stayed for a chat. Jemima was set down for a nap after getting her belly full, so she slept in the den while the older cats talked outside.

"So she didn't remember anything?" Munkustrap inquired.

"No, nothing. She sprung up like usual, into mine and Bombie's laps. She even told us she didn't remember falling asleep, or ever leaving the Junkyard."

"That's good," Munkustrap noted.

"I feel I'm a bit curious. If it's okay for me to ask, what happened out there? I know it was him, but..." Demeter's words faded. "Sorry, maybe that's a bit too much, you don't have to answer."

Munkustrap shared a look with Alonzo, who nodded in a way to insinuate that Munk should talk.

"I don't think he'll be coming back for a while. I might've thought I could do it by myself and ended up in this sorry state, though. Everlasting Cat knows what I'd have done if Lonz and Tugger didn't show up."

"Thank Plato and George for that one. They paused my beauty sleep to tell me my mate had gone off the rails again," Alonzo spoke in a dramatic tone. He laughed at his own half-joke.

Demeter smiled. "Finally letting others help you out, huh?"

"I suppose so," Munkustrap sighed.

Upon hearing the commotion, Bombalurina made her way over to the den. She sauntered next to Demeter, her tail swaying in a friendly manner.

"Jems?" Bombalurina asked the golden queen, her voice almost a whisper.

Demeter greeted her mate with what would typically be a gentle butting of heads, but with their height difference, Demeter was only able to nestle her face into Bombalurina's collarbone area. "It's her nap time, Bombie."

Bombalurina nodded. "So, what's the hubbub? Everything alright out there?"

"Oh, yes! Things are fine. Another run-in with Macavity, I'm sure you've heard. Luckily, I'm also sure he probably won't be back around for the time being," Munkustrap affirmed.

Bombalurina looked into the direction of her and Demeter's shared den as he spoke. "I'm glad to hear," she lilted. "I should go check on Jemima. I think I could use a bit of shut-eye myself, anyways."

The three cats watched the red queen walk off in silence. It was a bit out of character for Bombalurina to not stay for small talk, but judging by the smile on Demeter's face, this wasn't something she was worried about.

"She's been extra protective over Jemima recently. She told me she was worried she wouldn't be a good mother, but I caught them picking flowers together after Jem slept off the magic." Demeter turned back around to face the toms, her face lit up with an infectious grin. "I think everything will be just fine."

Knowing Demeter's history, it was thrilling watching her thrive. She smiled a lot more, and left her den plenty. Munkustrap hasn't seen much of her the past few days, but that was his own doing. He hadn't been anywhere, but at the same time he was all over the place. Maybe he could join Demeter in feeling better, too. Munkustrap looked At Alonzo, who caught his eyes in return, and held his paw. Maybe everything would be just fine.

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Munkustrap inhaled through his nose and out through his mouth, taking in the breezy air. The night was clear and cool, and the wind waved through his fur like a gentle greeting, or even a "welcome back." And it did feel nice to be back.

Patrol went a bir further out today with his forever wandering mind. It never hurt to check everywhere once, and the area that surrounded the Junkyard was no exception. Munk felt a bit odd going past the perimeters again after his long week and a half of rest, "a once in a lifetime event," Alonzo teased as if they weren't on the same break.

He slipped under the chainlink fence that led him into the Junkyard once he was certain that everything was in order. He always kept a posture that could rival even the most diciplined of cats, but as the familiar surroundings embraced him, he felt his shoulders drop comfortably. His tail stopped moving restlessly. The night was fresh, so plenty of cats were sure to be up about now.

"Hey, Munk."

Munkustrap turned to face Tugger. He had a small smile on his face, different from his regular cocksure grin. It was almost like Tugger had expected him to be there.

"Oh, Tugs. Do you need something?"

"How do you feel about the tracks? I was going to head off at dawn, but I wanted to see if you'd come with. Might as well go now, I mean."

An odd request. This was the second time recently that Tugger had asked to spend time, or three if one counted the recent fight. Tugger had gained a couple of scratches from it, particularly across the cheek, but they only made him look more mature. The Rum Tum Tugger was anything but mature, but this was a welcoming change.

"Of course. Let me finish up here, and tell Lonz I'll be back late."

"Yeaahh, cool. I'll meet you by the non-fence."

-

Sure the routine may be different, but Munkustrap wouldn't pass up time with his brother for the world. Sometimes, it felt like they were a worlds apart, even when they spent time together. Feelings seemed just as hard for Tugger as they were for Munkustrap.

Munk couldn't help but feel bad; maybe if he had spent more time with him when he was a kitten—

"Do you remember that time in the forest?"

They both traced the rusting tracks, walking in tune with eachother. Neither had said anything for a couple, so when Tugger's words finally broke their silence, it felt like cold rain on a summers day. The question was somewhat ominous on top of the suprise of words.

Munkustrap's mouth quivered as he searched for a response.
"Just before the Ball, right? Yeah, I remember plenty."

Tugger snickered. "No, this was way back when. I was only a couple months old, I think. I can't remember why we were in the woods, but I do remember you fighting Macavity."

"You remember that? I really hoped you were too young."

"It's one of my first memories, actually." Tugger laughed like it was funny, but Tugger laughed at everything these days. "And then when we came back, you threw me into the ground and we went to sleep. It was kinda surreal."

Munkustrap scoffed, the kind that's half laugh. "I didn't throw you, my legs gave out—"

"Ahhh, whatever. I didn't even know who Macavity was, I just knew you were being hurt by a cat I'd never seen before."

"I'm sorry to hear that you remember all of that."

"What did happen that day? Why were we even in the forest?"

It took some time to fully recall the day. It was one of the many fever dreams that had plagued him previously, which was the only reason Munk had any recollection.

"You were basically attached to my hip that day. I had to do something important, can't remember what, and so you had to go back with Jennyanydots. Unfortunately for me, you were not having it. I had to chase you down in the forest, and I'm sure you can guess who was there. I haven't seen you run like that since then," he teased.

Tugger grinned, raising one brow. "What's that supposed to mean? Calling me lazy? I'll have you know I permanently destroyed the eyesight of The Hidden Paw. I think. You think he'll come back from that?"

"I don't think so. It seemed like a pretty good hit, I could barely even see the eye. Guess you got him pretty good. When I told Gus about it, he said he must've looked like Growltiger."

Tugger chuckled, but didn't respond.

Munkustrap was a bit afraid to ask about it, but the words came out before the thought was finished. "So, how was that? Are you doing any better?"

"What do you mean, "Any better?" I'm always better."

"Tugger."

"What? I'm fine." Tugger looked down at his paws. He seemed to focus on his left paw, unsheathing his claws on that side subtly.

"Tugs," Munkustrap repeated, softly this time. "You can tell me anything. There's nobody around, it's just you and me."

Tugger exhaled quickly like he was forcing the air out. "I don't know, it's kinda...I don't know." His voice was typically boisterous, but presently, it was meek and unsure.

Munkustrap hopped off of the track, and crossed over next to the track Tugger walked on. "I've been there. I know it's weird, but you did the best thing for yourself and the tribe."

Silence in response.

"You put up quite the fight, and I'm very proud of you. But If you're not ready, we don't have to talk about it. I'll always be here for you when you are ready, okay?"

The spotted cat slowed to a halt. "Wanna stop somewhere?"

Munkustrap was used to the deflecting. It's a tactic he himself instilled to keep his psyche intact, but Tugger didn't need banter right now. It wasn't worth prying before he was ready.

"Sure we can. Lead the way."

Tugger moved off of the tracks and headed towards a lightly forested area. He moved his paws in the grass as if to be assessing it's softness, before lying down comfortably on his side. Munkustrap sat beside him, still and stiff in his proper position. Just out of reach, barely touching Tugger's fur.

They play-fought the last time they were alone, but Munk wasn't sure if touch was fully on the table. He wanted to do nothing more than tackle his younger brother in a hug and tell him everything was okay. But Tugger wasn't a kitten anymore. Was it weird? Is this not the time?

Tugger inched his way towards Munkustrap, still sprawled in the grass. "What are you doing all the way over there?"

"Oh, I—"

Tugger rolled over in the grass to get closer, his back to the ground and face to the sky. He looked up into the moon with green eyes that shone in the moonlight, but quickly pulled them away to refocus his gaze into the grass. "I've been thinking."

"About what?" Munkustrap responded maybe a bit too fast.

Tugger still avoided the eye contact. "Before you came back, he kept teasing me. Like, calling me his "baby brother," talking about how we looked similar, just shit like that. Made me feel horrible spilling his blood and knowing that we share the same blood. I felt gross, and now everytime I catch my reflection it's like I see him."

Munkustrap listened carefully; knowing how rare a vulnerable Tugger is.

"Tugger, you are nothing like Macavity. Don't let him get to you like that. You are your own cat, whether he's our brother or not. You are funny, and charming, and so positive. You have just as much in common with him as you do me, yeah?"

Tugger shifted, still not looking up.

"We have the same eyes, we have the same nose. We even smile the same, or at least we do when you actually smile. The only thing between you and Macavity is all that fur, really," Munkustrap teased. He pawed at Tugger's mane, eliciting Tugger to swat back playfully.

"I guess you're right," Tugger spoke quietly.

Tugger seemed to have nothing else to add, but he was obviously less tense than before. His gaze was soft, and his lips curled upwards ever so slightly. It felt like fireworks in Munkustrap's mind seeing his brother once again at peace, his woes soothed at least for now.

"I don't think I'll ever forget it, though. I haven't seen anything crazy like that since the time way back when I was small, let alone been apart of it."

Munkustrap set himself beside of Tugger, also laying with his back to the ground. The stars looked lovely. "It's the kind of experience that shapes a cat. It's not something to forget, but you can always move forward from it. It helps you figure things out about yourself in a way. You just had to figure it out the hard hard way, I'm afraid."

Tugger rolled to his side and curled in, facing Munkustrap. "Yeah. I already hated the forest but seeing you hurt like that and Alonzo so freaked really set it in stone. Never going there again. If I had to fight and do all that patrol for a living, I'd have lost my mind. No offense."

Munkustrap chuckled. "None taken. It's worth it to me, at least. Seeing everybody safe and sound in the end was all I needed."

"Better you than me. You know, I think I'd rather believe that I only have one brother. And whaddya know, it's you. Thank you for being there for me, Munk."

Tugger's pupils were big, and the grin on his face was almost kitten like. Even with the memories of the fight that covered his body, he still managed to capture that kitten energy. Maybe it was just the nostalgia talking, though.

"I'm honored, Tugs. It's no problem, I want nothing but to make sure you're alright. You're the only brother I need."