There are sufferings that have lost their memory and do not remember why they are suffering
 Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943,

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"Auntie Dem!" a small red and black kitten shouted walking into her aunt and uncles den. "Uncle Munku!"

"Ssshhh!" another kitten, this one all black with silver paws that looked like boots, hissed running in from the bedroom (really just a small space in the large oven that had been hollowed out and filled with soft things) and covered his cousin's mouth.

"Mommy and Daddy are sleeping Tu!" he whispered to keep her from struggling, "Carlic already accidentally woke them up and they were furious!"

Tubomba giggled and licked her cousin's paw as it covered her mouth. The young tom pulled it away in disgust and feigned wiping something disgusting on the ground.

"What's going on here?" Another kitten popped her head in, the bright gold of her tabby coat was almost shocking if you weren't used to it.

"Nothing Carlic." Marshil said waving his paw at her, "Just go back to sleep."

Carlic pouted, "Mommy and Daddy are boring to sleep with. So I came out here to see what the fuss was all about."

"Then why did you wake them up in the first place to ask if you could sleep with them?" Marshil sighed rolling his eyes at Tubomba to show how unbelievable his twin was acting.

You wouldn't expect that Marshil and Carlic were siblings at first glance, they had such shockingly contrasting coats, but if you took a closer look you would see that their eyes were the same piercing green, their facile structure was the same, and they even held their tails the same way.

You would never believe for a second though that Tubomba was even remotely related to the twins. Her bright red fur had bold black stripes that ran down her back and across her face. A bright tuft of gold fur (brighter even than Carlic's) stretched from her left hind-leg, ending at her right shoulder going right through her chest.

"Because," Carlic said defensively, "You were being a stupid pollicle."

At this little booted tom jumped at his sister and pretended to swipe at her face with his dull claws, (it takes a little while for they're claws to get really sharp, these kittens are not that old).

"Ooooh! Mommy! Daddy! Help me! Save me from this Macavity spawn!" giggled Carlic.

"You're going to be wishing that Macavity's spawn was attacking you when I'm through with you." Marshil mock growled.

The two play fought like this while Tubomba comfortably sat watching them.

Suddenly, it felt as if her gut was boiling.

"STOP!" she shouted over the light din, the shout itself must have echoed all around the junkyard.

"What is going on here?" an angry voice whispered from the bedroom doorway. Turning all three of the kittens saw a very sleep deprived, angry silver tom.

"Uncle Munku! It's their entire fault!" Tubomba said angrily, the rage that had suddenly filled inside her dimming slightly as she let it out slowly; she pointed an accusing digit at the two twins.

The two looked at each other then gave Tubomba a filthy look that for some reason she took pride in.

"I told you two to keep quiet." Munkustrap said taking Carlic and Marshil by the scruff and taking them into the bedroom, "You are to spend the whole day inside. No friends, no playing." The two gave Tubomba an even filthier look at this as they were dragged into the bedroom.

"You had better go home Tubomba." Munkustrap said turning around to look at her.

"Yes sir." Tubomba said snapping to attention. The older tom chuckled and went into the room.

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Skipping down a path through the junkyard Tubomba merrily looked back at the past few minuets. The rage that had filled her was almost gone and she was now feeling the post-rage when you get your way feeling.

"Good riddance to." Tubomba said to no one at all. "They were going to wake up Uncle Munku and Auntie Dem!"

No, actually, you did that. It's you fault Uncle Munku woke up and got Carlic and Marshil in trouble. A small voice in her head said.

"No it's not. They were fighting and would have woken Uncle up sooner or later." She said back.

Nuhuh. The voice said slightly stronger this time. They were hardly making ANY noise at all. You knew that if you shouted and woke up Uncle he would have been furious and punish them for nothing. This was all to get even for something they never did that caused your rage.

"They did something bad." The little queen said weakly hopping onto a trash can lid and sitting down. "I just know it."

No they weren't! The voice said so forcibly that any rage or post-rage feelings she had vanished instantly. It was all that unbelievable rage you felt! It was your entire fault!

At that the conversation ended and Tubomba was left with her thoughts, the voice had won.

"Why did I do that?" she whispered. "What is going on? Those weren't my feelings. I was perfectly happy. What changed it?"

She looked back and tried to remember exactly what happened.

"It's all their fault Uncle Skimble!" shouted a small red and black queen pointing to a fluffy gold and black main coon who was throwing her glares along with his companion, a small black and silver tom. Both the kittens looked furious.

"Are you sure?" The orange and white-stripped cat asked looking from the red kitten and her companion, a gold and black-stripped queen, to the two toms; both groups were glaring at the other.

"Yes." Piped up the smaller queen, "They stole Aunt Jenny's milk."

"Very well then." Sighed the older tom, "Come with me boys, your going to have to help in the hospital with your Aunt Jenny."

"Noooo." Moaned the main coon. "Alonzo said that he had something awesome to show us."

"He'll just have to show it to you later." The tom took the gold and silver kitten's paws, "Come on."

As the three walked away, two of them very sulkily, they didn't catch the two queens jumping up and down cheering silently with post-rage feelings of when you get your way.

"Those two will be sorry they made us mad!" the golden queen cheered.

"No doubt."

"What the?" a shock ran through Tubomba's body enough to through her off the trash can.

"That wasn't my memory." She mumbled picking herself up. "I would never set someone up like that."

But you just did. As the thought entered her mind she shook it out and began to run.

"Aunt JENNY!" she screamed running to where the hospital and her great aunt were.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed and liked my story! And yes, I was very sad to have to kill off Bombi in the first chap but it was necessary. She has a part in the plot directly later on. Keep on reviewing and critiquing! Any ideas would be helpful to!