The Lonely Warrior

by rovalo

Munkustrap has only been in the tribe for a short while, yet he has been given the role of Jellicle protector. There's a learning curve to the job and according to the other Jellicles, he's just not getting it. As time goes on, the Jellicles accept him as one of their own, but at what cost?

The Lonely Warrior

Prologue

He sat alone. Always alone.

The lonely warrior.

He protected them. He saved them numerous times from the resident megalomaniac; the psychopath.

He was the guard by the gate, patrolling in the dead of the night. Always alone.

The kittens played in the sun, not a care in the world. Still, he shields them. Protects them from danger. They scoff, turning their noses up at him.

Alone. Always alone.

The lonely warrior.

He guides the leader, keeps him away from harm. Conflict and work, never resting.

They glare scornfully at him. He was not born of this tribe. He's an outsider.

Alone. Always alone.

There's always Tugger; the Maine Coon that rejects most felines, thinking them below him. He's there, he talks. They're friends.

But when the time for patrolling comes around, he's alone. Always alone.

The lonely warrior.

He sits at the gate, alert. He's always watching, his eyes haunted with the ghosts of his past.

She's there, a quiet shadow, both too shy to speak to one another. When he returns to his duties the next day, she's there again. They talk.

Everyday she's there, they're friends. It's comforting; safe. Soon he realises that he's not alone.

The lonely warrior is not alone.