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-1Chapter 3: A return and a deal
It was almost dawn in the Junkyard and the jellicles had their paws full in the form of a thin, pale orange cat just out of kitten hood.
"You have to listen to me! There are four newborn kittens all alone just outside of the Junkyard!" Andrian yelled at the guards.
"Alonzo, maybe we should go check, you know. He might just be telling the truth."
Alonzo sighed, "If you want to go check, Jerrie. Be my guest."
The calico, ran around the corner and disappeared. The young, golden-eyed tom decided to try again.
"I'm telling the truth, you'll see. I didn't take your kittens, I was bringing some. Ask Jennyanydots, she'll tell you."
"Jenny's not here."
Andrian just couldn't believe his luck. The one cat who could prove his case, was not here. He slid down the side of the pipe and grasped his head fur in despair. The last time he was having this much bad luck, he was with Macavity and……
Andrian's body went taunt and he snapped his head up. His right paw had started shaking violently.
"No!," He thought wildly, "No! Not now, not now."
His paw pad felt like it was burning and a circle with six lines crossing through it appeared in red on it.
Andrian closed his eyes and concentrated every fiber in his being to reverse the action. The symbol started to fade slowly, and after ten minutes was completely gone. His body was shaking from the energy it had taken out of him.
Mungojerrie returned and walked up to Alonzo.
"There was no kittens anywhere."
The orange tom looked up at Mungojerrie and tiredly focused on what he had said.
"What?" he managed to say hoarsely.
"There was no sign of your imaginary kittens anywhere." Alonzo said bitterly.
"But I--"
He was interrupted by the arrival of Munkustrap and Old Deuteronomy.
"Here he is," Munkustrap was saying to the older cat, "We caught him a few hours ago."
"O.k. son, tell us where Mistofeeles and Jemima are and we'll let you go." Old Deuteronomy said firmly.
Before Andrian could even open his mouth, an evil laugh cut across the Junkyard. Munkustrap instantly got in front of Old Deuteronomy.
Macavity stood up on top of a pile of junk with a powerful hold on a female kitten
"Here is your precious Jemima."
"Macavity, let her go!" yelled Munkustrap.
The ginger cat examined his claws as if he wasn't at all interested.
"If you want her so much, why don't we strike a deal?"
Munkustrap growled in response, "I am not striking a deal with you."
"If you never want to see her again, fine." the mystery cat started to leave.
"Wait!" the silver tabby begged.
Macavity stopped and looked at the second in command before him.
"I'm listening."
"What kind of deal did you have in mind, Macavity?"
Macavity grinned evilly "I'll trade you Jemima," here he paused and pointed to the pale orange cat laying in the pipe, "for Andrian."
