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~Two Hours Previous~
A small mist fell over the junkyard as a time of remorse and regret lurched in Munkustrap's stomach. How could he have been so foolish? A tiny Jemima attempted to come to the rescue. Munkustrap had tried to pull Macavity down to the junkyard ground with force; the idiot lurched for his waist but tripped on the way. Jemima took a massive leap and fell on her fathers back, clawing and biting at the scarlet fur Jemima's heart sank as she got thrown and slashed at her throat. The youngest member of the junkyard died in a scarlet pool….
~Present Hour~
I cry, I sob, I wail, but I know this will never bring my kitten back. A deep loathing cut into my stomach as I try to bring my daughter back. Pouncival is beside me, sobbing like a kitten his mother tries to pull him away but he clings on to the calico screaming her name. I wrap my arm around the small tabby kit and we sob into each other's fur. Munkustrap kneels down beside me, whispering that it was his fault and that he was an idiot. I don't try to comfort him, I'm to busy mourning over my kitten.
"Demeter," he whispers "I – I think it's time to go."
I nod, holding Jemima to my chest and nestling her like she's a newborn and carry her to her den, our den. Munkustrap helps us in and covers Jemima in her favorite blanket. As I sleep, I swear to myself that I'll be the one who will kill Macavity the next time I see him…
((Sorry it's really short! I'll update soon. It's horrible to kill my favorite character =P)