Rumpleteazer sighed as she watched Mungojerrie move quietly through the dark alleyway before her. Every step brought them closer to the corner where they would seperate paths, he would go to Macavity and she... she would return to Victoria Grove alone.
Lately she was always alone even if he was beside her. They barely spoke to eachother and his visits to the junkyard had become fewer and fewer. This had caused mutterings among the Jellicle's who so far had been more then willing to overlook their theiving and even had been going so far as to turn a blind eye to his activities with Macavity.
"Mungo?" she asked quietly as they reached the corner.
"Wha' is it, Teaze?" he asked not looking at her.
"Oi Love ya," she muttered not daring to ask what had been at the tip of her tongue.
He hesitated. "Oi love ya, too," he replied. "Nigh', Teaze."
"Night," Teazer sighed and watched him leave before heading back to their human's house.
The Master let her in minutes after she arrived and she drug herself over to the catbed near the fireplace and lay down. After a lot of turning about every which direction she finally got herself comfortable enough to sleep.
A large tom who was mostly white except for a single tiger stripe on his left shoulder was standing there. He had blood dripping from his mouth his victom, a tabby queen laying at his feet her sapphire eyes staring ahead sightless and dead.
"Momma!" A young tabby kitten cried running towards them. The tom growled and she stumpled back with a whimper.
Some other toms and queens came into the large attic and sat down ignoring the queen. Didn't they see her? The kitten was crying but no one seemed to even notice her- or if they did they just didn't care.
Teazer woke with a start then sighed and laid her head back down. It was just a dream. That tom was long gone from her life she had a new one and the Jellicle Tribe was her home and comfort. Her past was merely the past and had no power of her present or future.