Admetus could hear the howling of the Pollicles and Pekes as he looked up at the crescent moon in the sky.

"I'm too tired for this," he said, starting to put on his Rumpuscat attire. He put on the goggles and heard footsteps. He gasped and saw that his roommate, Mungojerrie had entered the room. Mungo didn't know that Admetus was the Great Rumpuscat.

The cheeky calico rubbed his left eye. "New pajamas, Ad?" Admetus nodded and Mungojerrie went back into his part of the den.
"I have to tell him sooner or later," he said to himself. "Besides, cats don't wears pajamas." He put on his goggles and headed for the park.

"Hello? Hello?" He tried to find what was going on, but he couldn't. The howling and barking stopped. "I am here to stop the fighting for the night, the residents are trying to sleep!" There was still utter silence. He shrugged and turned toward the gate to leave. But that was when he heard a growl. He turned around to see a pack of Pekes and Pollicles surrounding him.

"Hello, inferior canines," said Rumpuscat confidently. The dogs just laughed and kept inching toward him. The claws came out and they attacked. Admetus was covered in scratches and bruises. He put his paw to his face and it was immediately covered in blood. He let out a whimper and tried to stand up.

"What did I get myself into?" He asked himself. It was true. By becoming the Great Rumpuscat, he put his life on the line to keep the peace between the Pekes, Pollicles and Jellicles. But looking back...was it the right choice?

Admetus limped back to his den to write his letter of resignation. The next day, who else but Mungojerrie was the first to find the letter sitting atop the boot of the car. His eyes widened as he read every heartbreaking word.

"Munkustrap, Munkustrap, Munkustrap! There's a letta 'ere! Read it!" He yowled, running with the letter clenched in his paw.

The silver tabby took the piece of parchment and read it aloud to the entire tribe:

Dear Jellicles,

I am writing this letter to tell you that I am no longer fit to protect you. Last night I was pushed to the breaking point. I was attacked by both Pekes and Pollicles, and I have yet to discover why they have teamed up against the Jellicles. My armour is damaged, as am I. But I warn you that they will declare war on us, and there is a chance they they will take over. One suggestion would be for me to fight them, however, one leap will not scare them anymore. They have become wise to my tactics and have new mechanisms that I am not able to surpass. In short, I now resign from my position as the hero. Please take all the necessary precautions.

Sincerely,

The Great Rumpuscat

"Wot are we gonna do?" Mungo asked, disappointed.

"Yeah, now we ain't got protection! Is it gonna be safe 'ere?" Rumpleteazer queried.

Munkustrap gulped. "I...don't think it is safe here at the Junkyard anymore." And he was right. But, the Jellicles had to hear it for themselves.

"I'll tell Old Deuteronomy," Alonzo said with a nod.

After reading the letter, the Jellicle leader summoned the residents of the Junkyard. "Jellicles! We are under attack. As you know, our only means of protection from the Pekes and Pollicles is now gone. And soon, our home will be overrun with those dangerous dogs, those killer canines, those malignant mongrels. As I stand before you, I have only one conclusion: the Junkyard is no longer safe."

Everyone gasped and quickly ran into their dens. There was only a matter of time before the first invasion.