[This is my epilogue story to Family Times. The same disclaimer as in that story. I only own Rimabeth, Ripton, Terricant, Sintra, Sintra, and I think that was it…]

*Tugger POV*

Mistoffelees cradled my sisters body to him as she whispered something. A last attempt to redeem herself. A last chance to tell him she loved him. He picked up her body as he carried it into his own den. The rain began to lightly drizzle, then harder, it wasn't long before it was pouring. Jenny ushered the crying kittens away, taking them into the oven with the other Queens, trying to comfort them.

I was speechless. Griddlebone just smirked as she watched Rimabeths body be taken away. Only the Toms were left as we all stared at her with blank expressions. I stood up first approaching her rapidly.

"Well if it isn't The Rum Tum Tugger," She said as-a-matter-of-factly, placing her hands on her hips. "Last time I saw you, you were crying for your mum."

"Go to hell." I spit as my claws took one swipe at her throat, tearing out the jugular. I let it drop from my hands as I hear the drop of her body. I stared down at it coldly, watching the blood seep near my feet. I stepped back as it almost touched them, still staring as the last light died away. I shifted my jaw, turning as I walked away to my own den.

I couldn't believe that my little sister had just been slaughter in front of me. My heart was pounding in my throat as I sat down in the chair, placing my face in my hands I began to sob. Me. The Rum Tum Tugger. Crying. I had just lost my sister.

The pain struck me hard as I screamed out. Hoping that venting out the hurt, the grief, the guilt, would help. I could have stopped it. I should've stopped it. But I didn't. And now my sister was gone. It was all my fault. Everything that had ever happened to her was my fault. And mine alone.

I should've stopped her from seeing Ripton. I should've stopped Ripton. She wouldn't have mated with Ripton. She wouldn't have had a daughter. Then she wouldn't have gone to Macavity. Mistoffelees wouldn't have left. She wouldn't have gone into depression. She wouldn't have gone to find him. We wouldn't have attempted to save her. We wouldn't have gotten caught. She wouldn't have seen Ripton again. She wouldn't have killed one of her brothers. She wouldn't have been kidnapped by Ripton. She wouldn't have been banished. She wouldn't have started working for Griddlebone. She wouldn't have died.

It was my fault.

I'm sorry Rimabeth I'm sorry.