Disclaimer: RTT is a good kitty. He wouldn't go kill Macavity...wait, what am I saying? Uh-oh, I may be in a little legal trouble...I own nothing!

I entered the junkyard, walking on my tired legs. I didn't dare get blood on the sacred ground I would once call my home. They look at me as they look at him. And I'm not surprised; he's apart of me now. I'm stained with his blood. His blood is in my fur, in my ears, on my claws.

My father approaches me and I bow deeply, hoping he won't shun me. After all, it was all meant for good. He looks at me with sad eyes – I stare back.

A moan echoes throughout the junkyard and I know who and where it is. I run past my father and stumble into Jenny's den. The railway cat holds me back for just a moment. I peer over his shoulder, watching the healer give him medicine that burns him.

"Tug, he's not doing too well right now."

"Skimbleshanks, I'm leaving tonight. Please let me say goodbye." I look up at him and his eyes soften. He lets me go and calls for his wife to give us our moment.

I collapse beside the bed, taking in the patient's condition. "Munkustrap?" I whisper.

The silver tabby opens his eyes, staring back at me. "Rummy?" He speaks like a child.

"How do you feel?" He curls up under the sheets. "It hurts, Rummy. Father never sees me."

I pet his head. "He's just sad right now. He'll come to see you soon enough."

He sees my hand – my body. "Rummy…you're hurt." I pull my paw away, my gaze leaving his. "Why don't you ask Jenny for help? She could heal you." I give a chuckle, shaking my head. Munkustrap looked up at me with wide eyes, struggling to sit up. "Rummy, what happened? Who's blood is this?"

"His."

Munkustrap choked on air. "You didn't…"

"Tugger! I told you not to! You could have been killed!"

I looked at him with equal hurt. "He hurt you, Munk! You are my brother and I can not stand you being hurt under my eyes! I won't stand for it!" I tried to keep my voice leveled with just the right amount of pain. The other jellicles were already wary of the potential scene in this den – I didn't anybody crashing in and pulling me away before our moment was done.

Munkustrap looked away and held his head in his paws. I softly, gently pushed him back against the bed. "Sleep, baby brother." I whispered, brushing the pad of my hands against his bangs – a sure trick to get him dozing off. I smile softly, remembering the scene from when we were kits. "Munk, you listen here." He tried to obey, as I did not let up on my petting. "I'm leaving the junkyard tonight. Think I'll head over to Griz's place. Don't go lookin' for me none, 'kay? Maybe I'll come back later. But I gotta leave for a little bit."

Munkustrap whimpered and I just let my smile stay. I let my hand slide down his face as I left. "May the Divinity be kind to you, little brother." May Macavity's death forever kill me.