A door creaked open, casting light on the blood splattered room. A dark orange tom stood there with a tray of some kind of fish. He growled, looking at the motionless figure on the ground. No matter how much the henchcat wanted to violate her again, he left it alone.

"Food." He grumbled, throwing the plate into the cell, before slamming and locking the door, casting the figure into darkness again. Minutes passed before a scrawny, blood splattered hand reached out to the expired salmon on the ground. Pulling it back, it ate it quickly, before moving to the side, covering up her chest, pulling her legs in tight and crying once again until there were no more tears to cry.


Jemima listened to the screams and cries coming from the room near her. She knew there was another queen here in Macavity's lair. She had been catnapped only a couple of hours ago by her father, but she wanted to go back to Demeter and Munkustrap, who were probably looking for her right now.

She was just worried about the other queen. She seemed to be a teen, possibly Mistoffelees age. The only feature Jemima could make out was her eyes, which were a very peculiar color. They were a deep purple, with a little red on the iris. The queen had looked to Jemima for a second, and she found the color from there. She felt horrible for the cat. She had probably been there longer than Jemima had. She was surprised the queen was still alive. She would get one of the toms to get the queen out when they came, if they came.


As if on cue, her door was being opened. Jemima looked up from the wall she was sitting near to see it open, casting light onto the floor. Looking, she saw Munkustrap, her adopted father. The gray tabby sighed in relief, as Jemima jumped from the ground and wrapped her arms around his neck. She started to cry hugging him.

"Shh. It's okay. The others are outside except for Skimble. Are you okay?" He asked her. She nodded.

"But there's another queen, in the cell beside me. She's terribly starved and hurt. I don't want her to die, daddy. Please get her out." She said. Munkustrap nodded. He pulled her out of the cell and gave her to Skimbleshanks.

"Take her outside and wait." He said, and then walked over to the cell next door. Using his claw, he slipped it into the lock and twisted. The lock clicked, and the door opened. What Munkustrap saw made him gasp.

A queen laid there, almost dead, curled up in a ball. Blood was all over her body, along with numerous wounds, some scars, some open and bloody. Her fur was matted everywhere. She was just fur and bones, nothing else.

Munk shook his head. He wanted to kill Macavity, his brother. This poor queen has probably been through more than they could think. He couldn't leave her here. Walking in, he stooped down beside her.

Almost immediately, she started to cry, unsheathing what was left of her claws and scooting away. Munkustrap put his hands up.

"Easy, easy. I want to help you." He said. The queen looked at him through wide eyes.

"Toms have said that so many times. How do I know you're not going to force me again?" She said, through a squeaky and cracked voice. She was terrified, and Munkustrap realized why. The tom looked at her, concerned. How was she supposed to trust him?

"My name is Munkustrap. I'm. . ." He started, but she gasped.

"M. . Munkustrap?" She exclaimed. Munkustrap nodded.

"You're. . .you're a Jellicle!" She said, relaxing but still crying. Pain ran through her stomach and down her legs from her numerous beatings. She cried. Munkustrap looked at her, and then picked her up carefully.

"You're okay now." He whispered. She still whimpered, but she sighed. Pain ran through her body, and she wished it would stop.

Stepping out into the open, he heard the toms gasp. Jemima, being held by Alonzo, was nodding. She had been in worse condition than she thought.

"Right now let's just get home. Mungojerrie, lead the way." Munkustrap instructed. The orange cat in front nodded, and started his way, in a brisk walk, home, followed by the rest.


By the time they stepped into the Junkyard, the queen was unconscious and breathing heavily. Munkustrap didn't know what to do about the cat. She was so frail and weak, she would probably die soon.

"Lonz. Run ahead and tell Jelly and Jenny what happened. They need to be ready." He said. The black and white patched tom nodded and ran ahead. Skimbleshanks stayed in a steady pace beside Munk.

"Do you think she'll make it?" He asked in his Scottish accent. Munkustrap sighed.

"I have no idea." He said.

"If she can make it through all that, I think she can make it Dad. She had to be there longer than me." Jemima said, walking beside him. Munkustrap smiled, nodding.

"Let's hope." He said, looking up as he saw the familiar faces of the cats. Some smiled, others gasped at the sight of the queen.

"Jemima!" Demeter exclaimed, running over and pulling Jemima into a bone crushing hug. Jemmy didn't protest, but fell into it. Munkustrap smiled, glad to see his mate and daughter together again. Demeter looked up and saw the queen in his arms. She gasped, covering her mouth. Munk nodded, then walked over to the clinic part of the junkyard.

Jennyanydots emerged a minute ago after Alonzo appeared. She looked up to see Munk headed toward them with the cat. She wanted to cry, looking at the poorly disheveled queen in front of her. She led the way into the clinic.


"Put her here Munkustrap." She instructed. Munk set her down on the table gently. He backed up as her and Jellylorum started checking her over.

"She's still alive. But barely. She's been starved to death. How long do you think she was in there?" Jelly asked him.

"Jemima just said longer than her." He said. Jelly sighed.

"We have to run multiple tests, and clean her up." She said. Munkustrap took that as to get out. Nodding, he walked out of the clinic to see his daughter standing there.

"Will she be okay, Dad?" She asked, wringing her paws.

"I do not know Sillabub. Come on, you need your sleep." He said, wrapping his arm around her. She leaned into the warmth as they went over to his den.