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~SK~
Coricopat's POV
"What is she thinking?" Tumble hisses to me as we watch my mate calmly walk up to the gates of the Jellicle Junkyard.
I shrug.
"Honestly, Tumble, I have no clue. All I know is that we can't survive like this anymore- scrounging around for food, beating off Pollicles, and fighting furiously to protect our little scrap of turf. We're struggling to survive."
He sighs, rolling his eyes.
"I guess you're right, Cori… how're you feeling today, by the way?"
I frown, batting at the brown-and-white tom with my paw.
"I'm not a kitten. I don't need you to check up on me every five minutes." I pause for a moment before answering. "I'm fine, Tumble. Don't worry about me."
I turn around, the dumpster we're on creaking beneath me, to watch Jemima.
"Someone's coming," Electra whispers from the sidewalk beside us. My tribe darts further into the shadows as a silver tabby tom- Munkustrap- leaps over the rusty gate and lands in front of his stepdaughter. We're hiding because… well, what if our apologies go unaccepted, and we're attacked by the Jellicles? (Not that it's likely, but still.)
I twitch slightly, straining to hear their conversation.
"… what are you doing here, Jemima?" Munkustrap questions, seeming mildly confused.
"I… I want to apologize, Daddy. On the behalf of me and the others who were exiled." Jemi swallows slightly. "You were right. We… aren't doing so well on the streets." She glances back in my direction, frowning sadly. "Tanto was killed by Macavity's henchrats a little while ago. Cori hasn't been taking it well."
I scowl. It was true that I still had some bad days, but they were getting fewer and farther between. Yet everyone treated me like I was made out of glass!
"I'm sorry to hear that, Jemima," Munkus murmurs, seeming like he really is sorry. "And… I've been doing some thinking, while you were away. I now realize that my behavior regarding you and Coricopat was unacceptable. I would like to withdraw my orders of exile… that is, if you'd be willing to come back to the tribe."
She beams at him, and I also put forth a small smile, venturing out from the shadows. The others follow cautiously behind me.
"All of us?" I inquire, looking him in the eye.
"Of course, Coricopat," Munkustrap replied, meeting my gaze equally. "All of you."
Jemi looks at me- one of those glances that say a whole conversation.
"We'll return," we decide immediately as I wrap an arm around her waist.
Munkus smiles at us, and I think that he really means what he says next.
"Welcome back to the family. I'm glad you've returned."
~SK~
Here it is! The sequel to Broken Glass, Broken Dreams! This chapter turned out kinda weird, and it's really short, but… *shrugs*And, surprisingly, there won't be much angst in this one! Except, perhaps, for the next chapter.
Anyway, I hope you liked it!
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