"Don't you dare patronize me! You're the guardian, sorry leader, you're the one meant to protect us, so why am I the only one willing to do what's nessacary, willing to do what's right?" Tugger bellowed, his voice harsh and loud in the confines of Munkustrap's living room, in which the meeting was being held. His brother watched him from the other side of the room, with a heavy, tired gaze. "We can't just go out and murder him!" Munkus said in a firm tone, their eyes locking. The cats present were Munkustrap's core, those that he relied upon for strength, guidance, and advice. His father had led through his own indomitable force of wisdom, and will, but he was not his father.
Jenny, from her seat beside Rum Tum reached up a paw to touch his forearm, whispering calming words. Tugger railed on. "He tortured the cats he took Munkus! Your number two will never fight again, might as well releave him of duty right now," he said arms waving about the room wildly. Alonzo bristled hotly but said nothing. "Cassandra is maimed, a lesson for her vanity he claimed, Pouncival won't even talk about what happened, what was done to him, and my daughter won't talk at all! He raped her Munuks, raped her and God knows what else! She was torn a bleeding when we found her or have you forgotten?" he asked, his tone becoming harsh and ragged as he spoke of Impetuoua, who had never in her life seemed smaller or more fragile.
The toms stared one another down, tails thrashing. When Munkustrap seemed resigned to his silence, his jaw grimly set the other tom went on. "You forgot Violetta easy enough!" his words cut deeply, and Munkustrap's fur standing on end took a hasty step towards his brother. "Or what, you think she just went out to play one day and decided not to come home? Wake up Munkustrap! What do you think happened to our little sister? That bastard killed her, and dad, he couldn't handle it, looked the other way, smacked me around when I started asking questions-"
"Dad never hit you!" the silver tabby roared in his father's defense, closing the small gap between the two of them as toms scrambled to prevent any fighting that might occur, hands pulling or pushing the would be combatants towards their respective seats. "Didn't he though?" Tugger went on tearily, his breath rank. "Mom dead, Violetta gone, Macavity manifesting powers, killing things, birds, rats, that Pollicle just for the Hell of it? Dad barley survived any of it, why do you think you and I wound up so fucked?" he asked, voice low and trembling as long held tears trekked their way down his cheeks. "Go home Tugger, you're drunk!" Munkustrap said firmly.
"It's been two fucking weeks! My own daughter won't let me touch her, can't look me in the face, she cries and screams every night! I'm tired of just talking, it's time we take action, and Shanks and Brutus are with me..." Munkustrap looked at the toms who had flanked Tugger when it looked like the two were going to come to blows. Skimble's eyes fell to the floor but he nodded. "What he did to Pounce, and Etcetera, the others" Tumble said his voice clear and full of conviction. "He deserves nothing short of death." Munkustrap look at them, the three made up over a third of his counsel, so readily set against him. "You will go home to your family right now, that is an order!" the Jellicle leader demanded of his brother his gaze steely. There was no warning, the cats were at one another's throats in a heartbeat. With angry hissing and yowls they scuffled, blood drawn from both brawlers in no short order as they stumbled and fell into furniture and surrounding felines.
When as last they were separated, Munkustrap bleeding from a broken nose having got the worst of it, and Tugger held his side as they glared, scornfully at one another. "Rum Tum Tugger," the tabby said pulling himself to stand tall. "I am placing you under house arrest, Alonzo, Skimble," he called his tone harsh as he named the second tom. Though the orange tabby's aligence may stand with Tugger in regards to what would be done about Macavity, Munkustrap was still his commander. "Escort this man home, and see to it that he stays there." Tugger looked bitterly at the brother who's self control and respected position he was once jealous of, how could he be doing this to him? Didn't he know that there was no place worse, more harrowing for Tugger to be than home?
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"That's it good job Impetuoua, you're doing excellently!" Rum Tum Tugger said holding his daughter's hands as he helped her maintain her balance. The child beamed at her father lovingly. "Are you ready for a leap?" he asked as she clung to his fingers with excitement. Impetuoua giggling nodded. "One, two, three!" Tugger called helping to hoist his daughter by her firmly held grip. "Daddy, when can I go to the ball?" the red little queen asked innocently after a while. "When you're older." her father answered cooping her up into a dance of his own.
The two whirled and leaped around the Yard, Impetuoua squealing. "I can fly!" she enthused holding out her arms and earning a laugh from the dark coasted tom."Looks like fun!" Bombalurina remarked as she stepped out of their house. "Mommy look, daddy's being my wings!" Balurina laughed affectionately at her family. "Just remember 'daddy' you were my wings first, and I still like to dance!" Soon the three of them were holding to one another, gracefully spinning in a fashion not unlike a human waltz, Impetuoua lovingly between her parents.