This is a notice for all readers daring to read this story. The characters within are a mix of various productions, primarily the Original West End, Film and Current UK Touring Production. This means that certain characters that are in reality the same character with a different name and look, such as Admetus and Plato, appear as separate characters. Apart from my Original Characters and plots, I own nothing. Last and certainly not least, this is a piece of fun and should be treated as such. Enjoy, and please review.
Munkustrap felt like he would collapse. He body was overcome with exhaustion and injury; his legs could barely hold him up. The protector fell to his knees, breathing heavily. Almost instantly his family were helping him up, towards his burrow. Demeter, his mate, supported him under one arm. Jemima, Electra and Sillabub scurried along behind, concerned for their father.
Alonzo was in better shape than his brother, having not been thrown like the older cat. His younger sibling Victor helped him up, the dark brown tabby helping the taller, white and black tom to his feet. Alonzo embraced his father as he came over, Old Deuteronomy tottering under the sudden weight. "You're ok," breathed his son. "Thanks to Quaxo," the old cat replied, straightening his son up. "Are you ok?" "Beaten, but unbowed," the young tom responded. So like Old Deuteronomy. He had just been rescued from Macavity's clutches, and he was concerned first and foremost with his tribe. "Is everyone else ok?" Alonzo asked Victor. He nodded. "George, Coricopat and I took care of them."
The Jellicle tribe had once been built around Old Deuteronomy and his numerous children. While Old Deuteronomy had many children, only nine had remained part of the tribe. While the others kept in contact, his son Macavity had fallen, abandoning the way of the Everlasting Cat for a life of crime and debauchery at the head of a gang of feral cats. The tribe had been swollen by the mates of the remaining siblings and their children.
In the aftermath of Macavity's attack and the sudden ascension of Grizabella to the Heaviside Layer, many of the adults had simply been unable to stay awake. Jennyanydots and Skimbleshanks were rushing around, trying to make sure all the kittens were safe and away. It was nearly daylight by the time they got back to their den. Inside, they found their eldest daughter still awake. Rumpleteazer was cradling the head of her mate. The young thieving queen looked up at her parents, tears in her pretty eyes. "I need your help," was all she said.
Plato, Tumblebrutus, Bill Bailey and Quaxo were waiting up nervously. Victoria was staying close to Quaxo. Even though she had just been inducted into the tribe during the ball, the snowy teen still felt out of place. Despite their younger age, Jemima, Pouncival and Carbucketty had insisted they be allowed to wait with them. Their friend was more seriously injured than even he had guessed until he collapsed after the adrenalin had stopped pumping through his system. Jennyanydots, Gus, Jellyorum and Skimbleshanks were examining him inside the burrow now. "He shouldn't have gone for Macavity like that," Admetus muttered. The white and ginger cat resented being kept awake. "He wanted to prove himself," Tumblebrutus snapped, more harshly than he had intended to. Admetus recoiled slightly, his fur stand up along his back. "Knock it off you two," Plato said, frowning at his brothers. The teenage cats all swung their heads around as a cat emerged from the burrow. Skimbleshanks wiped his gingery brow, smiling at his sons. Carbucketty and Pouncival snuggled up to their father. "If they're able to come, fetch your parents and Uncle George" the railway cat instructed Jemima. The young kitten nodded, scampering off to fetch them. "You get Old Deuteronomy," he continued, speaking to Plato. The young tom stayed put. "Is he ok?" the teenaged cat demanded. "He's badly injured," Skimbleskanks responded, unwilling to lie to the young cat. "But I don't think he's going to die." Plato nodded, running off. "Fetch Alonzo and Cassandra and the twins," Skimble ordered Quaxo. The teenager obeyed his brother in law instantly, Victoria streaking after him. The railway cat then turned to his remaining nephews, Admetus, Bill Bailey and Tumblebrutus. "You fetch your uncle Tugger and aunt Bombalurina" he ordered Admetus. The ginger scoundrel sighed heavily, sulking off. "You two see if you can find your Uncles Victor and Bustopher. I haven't seen them." The twin teens darted off, hurrying away.
The gathering of the older cats crowded outside the door. "What happened?" demanded Munkustrap in a croaky voice as Demeter and Jemima supported his battered frame. "After Macavity threw Alonzo, the rapscallion tried to take him on," Jennyanydots explained. "Got a cracked rib for his trouble. Foolish young kit." "He's not that young. And it was ever so brave," Rumpleteazer exclaimed. "Yes. Though I hope our young friend didn't pay a price he couldn't pay," Old Deuteronomy responded. At that moment there was a painful sounding yowl from inside the burrow. Jennyanydots and her family shot back inside.
"What's going on?" Rum Tum Tugger drawled, coming upon the crowd of cats. Bombalurina, his mate, trotted up to her sister Demeter and half-brother George. As if in answer, Gus and Jellyorum exited the den at that moment. "He won't die," the greying tom declared. "His lung hadn't been punctured," Jennyanydots explained, placating the young cats that waited outside, eager for news. All the kittens, save for Jemima, were tucked up in bed but the other cats were still awake. Rumpleteazer approached the den. "Can I see him?" the young queen asked. ""There is no point dear. He's not up to much," Jennyanydots responded.