Who knows whats going to happen to this fic. Maybe I'll finish it, maybe I'll delete it, or maybe I'll just give up. Idk. We'll see! There will be mentions of blood and possible abuse in later chapters so... just beware. Constructive criticism is welcome!

Disclaimer: If I owned Cats I wouldn't just be writing fanfiction. I would be writing a freaking novel and twelve more musicals. Go figure.

"Alonzo, can you patrol the far end of the yard, please? I'll do this side." Munkustrap asked his best friend and fellow protector of the Jellicle tribe. Alonzo nodded. The two fledgling toms separated and headed to opposite sides of the junkyard that served as the tribe's home. They picked their way over scraps of random rubbish, keeping an eye out for dangers and useful materials.

Munkustrap was half way around the fence when he head a noise. He froze, one paw in the air, ears twitching. He was beginning to think that he was imagining things when he heard it again; a soft meowing. It was coming from just outside the junkyard in a darkened alleyway. Munk crept along the alley.

"Hello?" He called cautiously. "Who's there?" Soon his eyes landed on three tiny kittens huddled together behind a box.

"Hello you three. What are you doing here? Where are your parents?"

"We don't know." one of them sniffed.

"Mummy and daddy told us to stay here. They said they would come back for us soon, and then they walked away, but that was two days ago! And we're hungry!" Munkustrap felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. Another set of poor, helpless kittens had been abandoned by their own parents. A lot of the Jellicle cats were made up by abandoned kittens that had no where to go. They had been taken in and fed and cared for, and now they were happy, but they had still been abandoned. It was so sad that some cats could have the heart to do that.

"I know somewhere that you can go to get food and shelter. You could even live there if you wanted to!" He smiled at the trio. "What are your names?"

"I'm Tumblebrutus and I'm the oldest." Tumblebrutus was mostly white with a brown patch over his right eye and a similar patch on his shoulder.

"I'm Pouncival. This is Plato." Pouncival looked a lot like his older brother. They had the same colouring, except Pouncival had stripes rather than patches. Plato was quite different from the other two, and a lot smaller. He was obviously the youngest. He had a lot more brown fur than either of his siblings.

"Alright then. I'm Munkustrap. Would you like to come with me?" Munk asked. Pouncival and Tumblebrutus looked at each other.

"But mummy and daddy told us to stay here!" Pouncival cried. Tumblebrutus hugged him sadly. Munkustrap sighed. He hated this part of finding abandoned kittens.

"I'm afraid your parents may not be coming back." He said slowly. "And the streets are very dangerous, especially at night. If your parents do come back, though, my home is just over that fence there, so they will find you." He hoped they would accept his flawed logic. The two looked at each other again and then nodded.

"Plato can't walk properly yet. And he can't see." Tumblebrutus informed him solemnly. Munkustrap nodded in responce and picked Plato up and carried him. The other two followed him, holding paws as they climbed the piles of junk. Soon, they arrived in the junkyard.

"Munkustrap!" Munk turned his head to search for the source of the shout. "Munkustrap!" Alonzo stormed out from behind the car.

"Where have you been! You were supposed to come back ten minutes ago! I though Growltiger had got you or something! I though you were- what are you holding?" Alonzo stopped shouting when he saw that the tabby was holding a crying kitten in his arms. Then he noticed the two older kittens hiding behind his friend's legs. Alonzo looked to his friend for explanation.

"I found these three in a nearby alley. Their parents... they don't know where their parents are." Munkustrap watched the anger slide straight off Alonzo's face as he took in the brothers. Alonzo was also found on the streets. His father had killed his mother and then abandoned him while he was only a few months old.

"Let's take them to Jenny." He said quietly.