Macavity was watching over the rooftops of the Junkyard once again the next day. He'd repeated the spells allowed, casting magic and tangling it in the words he spoke. Each spell went towards that cat type it was spoken of. The fanatical cat was now suddenly mute. The dramatical cat was deeply depressed. The hypocritical cat should start to go bald, and the Romantical cat would begin lashing out at anyone who gave her a compliment. The pragmatical cat would begin to become a nervous wreck and be filled with anxiety over everything, and the skeptical cat… would lose tension and would feel a little more carefree.

He could have smacked himself for showing mercy to one Jellicle, but he simply couldn't help himself. The ginger tom watched his spells unravel upon his victims. Mungojerrie's facial expression was shocked and terrified as he mouthed words to everyone, though no voice really came out. Rumpleteazer was watching him, but was lying sprawled over on a crate, looking dismal and tragic. Macavity liked her better that way. There was a lot les s bouncing around.

"Jerrie…" the tiger-striped queen said languidly, "Oi 'ave no idear o' what you're sayin'."

Her partner raked his claws through his mane and began getting into her face with an expression that looked like screaming.

Macavity smirked to himself as he left them, feeling completely satisfied with how he left them. His field of vision moved to Bombalurina and Tugger, who was holding her and kissing her.

This would have made him a bit more angered, and suspicious that his magic didn't work, but then he saw Bomba take out a clump of his main in her fist. And then the both became excessively frantic and beside themselves. He chuckled to himself. He didn't even mind that his spell hadn't been activated on the scarlet queen just yet, because this was much more entertaining. He sneaked around them in the shadows, hearing a dizzying conversation between the two:

"I don't know how it came out, it just did!" the scarlet queen said.

The Rum Tum Tugger fluffed his main, "Bomba, this mane does not just come out!" when his paws got untangled, a few follicles of fur flew out of his grip. He gasped, covering his mouth his this paw. "THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!" he screamed.

"Well don't get so panicked!" she shouted at him.

"PANICKED? I'm not panicked! IS THIS A FACE THAT LOOKS PANICKED TO YOU?"

It did obviously, because once he said this, she smacked the side of his face, "Get a hold of yourself!"

Macavity would have stayed for the rest of the conversation, but he had another appointment that he couldn't miss. The ginger tom sneaked around to Munkustrap and Demeter's den. He found them after searching around and smirked at the sight. The silver tabby was pacing around worriedly for some reason, and Demeter was sprawled out on a pillow with a slight smile on her face, though her eyes looked slightly annoyed.

Munkustrap was looking at the floor as he paced. His movements were jittery, and his words were fast and blatant. The Hidden Paw watched in the shadows, in great amusement. "-We're going to need to pick out names pretty soon, Deme. And of course I've got a meeting with the Irish and Scottish tribe in two weeks, and theres a lack of medical supplies that I need to take care of and Jenny needs me to watch the kittens when Skimble leaves in a coupleofdays-" he gasped for a breath; "Oh my gosh, spring cleaning! I forgot all about it next month!….-Heavyside, Oh Heavyside, Oh Heavyside! What am I going to do?"

Demeter looked up at him with a relaxed face and sighed. "Munk, you're worrying yourself. Stress is a killer you know. Just… please, do something other than list your agenda for the next three months orally."

"Demeter, I have about a thousand things to do that I need to start on soon!"

"Why can't you just live life? Forget about tomorrow, Munk! Look, I know you don't like stress, so why don't we take a walk later?"

His lips curled back. "You go. I'll stay and take care of everything here, and… I'll catch up with you later…" The silver tabby walked over and kissed her cheek before striding out of the den with purpose in his steps.

"But Munkus!" But the gold queen was too late to catch him. He was already gone, beginning his list of well-to-do tom scout work. It made Macavity sick to his stomach.

Demeter's gaze followed him. Her ears slightly drooped as she stood up. Macavity was thinking about exposing himself, simply because he needed to see her and talk to her. He wanted to see if the spell had helped her any. But the ginger tom restrained himself, mostly because he worried that the magic would flee her the minute she laid eyes on him. If he did that, he would be leaving the Junkyard with two skittish Jellicles, instead of just one. It wasn't a good idea to leave her alone with Munkustrap if they were both fidgety and nervous.

Instead of this, Macavity followed her out of the Junkyard. He decided that he wanted to keep an out for her when she walked. She was, after all pregnant. Those Junkyard cats were completely ignorant of her leaving. They were all idiots to him…

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