A/N: I'm reallyyyy addicted to writing stuff with Macavity in. I can't think of anything for Desertion or Field trip. They're dead fanfictions. Sorry.
Anyway, I decided to write about how Jerrie and Teazer get to working for Macavity. And the Junkyard. Its unlikely, but hey. Fanfiction. Review, or I refuse to add the next chapter :p
"'Ey, 'Jer, come look a' thihs!" An accented female voice called from across some garbage piles in London's west end.
"Whot ihs it?!" A similar sounding voice, that of a tom cat, answered. A dark calico head peered up from behind a rubbish bin to gaze curiously at the younger feline opposite him.
"Oi foun' sohme pearls!" The queen replied, giggling mischievously. The two calico cats had been scavenging around this area for hours, for want of something to do. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer were street cats- they lived off scraps, and things that were traded for their stolen goods. Half of the time their customers were trading for their own things- the duo of calicos often stole and re-sold the same thing to the poor cat who'd owned it originally.
There were many crimes that could get these two convicted. But in brutal honesty, neither of them really cared.
Rumpleteazer, the female calico, sat down on the filthy ground, polishing off the pearls with her arm until they gave off a dull lustre. The young queen was entranced by shiny or sparkly things. She was only a kitten, and had been on the streets as long as she could remember.
Mungojerrie sank to his knees until he was kneeling besides Rumpleteazer on the stony floor. The young tom was exhausted. As he was a few months older than his sister, he had a tiny bit more maturity. And he also had a 'practical' mind.
For Mungojerrie had been thinking. He detested living in the slums of London- it was cold, dirty, and illness and death were sown among the trash and filthy streets, where Jerrie and Teazer made their home. Being a kitten, Rumpleteazer adored pretty things, and objects that lured her in with their beautiful appearances. Little did she know, a lot of those things weren't the best thing for cats. And believe me, Mungojerrie had found that out the hard way. As a young tom kitten, he had been enticed into eating a doughy mixture topped with tomato flavoured sauce and peppers. He'd been sick for a month. All the older tom wanted was to look out for 'Teazer.
"'Teaze, Oi've bin thinkin," Jerrie started off, rubbing a paw against his jawline.
"Whot, 'Jer?" Teazer cut him off, looking up at the darker calico with her wide chocolate brown eyes. Mungojerrie exhaled in slight annoyance and ruffled the young queens headfur.
"Le' moi fihnish. Ya know we're goohd croiminals, roight?" Jerrie carried on. Teazer looked like she was about to intervene with what he wished to say, but her brother cut her off with a stony glare. The thin calico queen fell into the abyss of silence, and nodded.
"OI think.. Oi thihnk we should join somewhehre where we won' ge' punished fa it. Somewhehre where we'll geht troined, an' 'ave a fairleh decent loifestoiyle. Oi thihnk we should join Mahcaviteh."
Rumpleteazer's jaw dropped. Work for that evil guy? The Napoleon of Crime? No way on Bast's earth would she ever consider going there!
"No way!" 'Teazer cried, looking petrified. The young cat hated the idea of working for London's most evil tom. They'd be rejected, surely?! No, she was a good queen. Well, as good as you could get, living on the streets of London. 'Teazer would never subject herself to working for the Hidden Paw.
'Jerrie sighed, moving in an anticlockwise direction so he was directly in front of his sister. Taking her face in his paws, Mungojerrie offered a weak smile of encouragement.
"Teazah.. Weh're awlreadeh croiminals. An' trus' moi, oi'd nevah, evah let ya get 'urt. At leas' we'd 'ave enuff food fa' once," Jerrie spoke softly, lifting his sister's chin so her brown eyes met his.
A long, strained silence followed his little monologue. An onlooker would say that they could practically hear crickets chirping.
Finally, Teazer parted her lips to reply. "Foine. Oi'm in."
(Much, Much later..)
A squat, dismal looking warehouse sprung up on the horizon. It seemed to omit a message- 'Don't come here.' They had no choice. Cats who entered Macavity's ranks either had nowhere else to go, or were just looking for a better life, like Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. Clinging onto 'Jerrie's paw, it occurred to 'Teazer just how idiotic her big brother could be at times.
Jerrie squeezed the young queen's paw before letting go. It wouldn't do to let these henchcats think they were wimps. The older tom tapped the underside of 'Teazer's chin, silently telling her to hold her head up high, as opposed to letting it droop like a lily in the dark.
Teazer held her chin up fairly high before following Mungojerrie inside. After a few terse words with a male cat stood by the door, both calicos headed down a hallway towards an old looking door at the end. The place wasn't very extravagant- plain and simple with absolutely no embellishments, Macavity's hideout was clearly only used for its reason. To turn innocent street cats into ruthless criminals.
Mungojerrie knocked on the door at the end of the room, which swung open to admit the calico cats. Not quite knowing what to do with her paws, Teazer wrapped her arms around her thin torso.
A ginger tom was sitting inside the dark, slightly claustraphobic room, staring at the intruders. Teazer's breath hitched. This was Macavity.
"May I help you?" The Hidden Paw asked in his low, chilling voice. He was irritated at being disturbed when he was about to visit his henches in training.
"We wonted ta joihn uhp," Jerrie stated coolly. He wasn't intimidated by this tom, like Teazer was. Though alike in appearance, their personalities could be complete polar opposites at times like this. Jerrie: Confident and slightly cocky. Teazer: Quiet and a little afraid.
Macavity stood up, and began to circle the two cats, examining their potential. He knew everything he needed to from invading their minds. Names: Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. Siblings from the streets of London.
Mungojerrie would quickly gain muscle, and had the right attitude. Macavity wouldn't throw himm out on the streets. the queen.. With Rumpleteazer, he wasnt sure. Thin and frail, the calico wasn't even out of kittenhood.
"Fine. You're in," Macavity stated suddenly, turning and sitting down.. "Barracks are on the right side of the corridor."
Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer left, heading to the barrack. Jerrie nuzzled his sister and headed to the door marked for toms. Teazer went into the other room. The sound of cats talking hit her ears, but faded away when they acknowledged the small calico.
"Aww, look! She's clearly just a kitten," The nearest queen cooed, gently tickling 'Teazer under her chin. The calico turned her head away and jumped on an empty bed, burying her face in the pillow. How could she spend the rest of her life here? It certainly wasn't going to be easy.