I'm so sorry it's been a while since I've updated this story, but I've had exams and no motivation to write this story. However, I'm back and I plan to write the rest of the chapters. I hope you enjoy this chapter and thank you for being patient. Sorry if it's short and if there's any mistakes. I'll be updating this soon and not as long as last time.

I do not own cats.

Munkustrap's POV

I was walking down the streets of London, making my way back to the Jellicle Junkyard after staying at my humans house for a week. I like having a week away from junkyard. It's a lot more relaxing and I can just rest a lot without having someone asking for my help with something.

The only visitor I ever get is my little brother, The Rum Tum Tugger. He comes over to tell me what's been happening in the junkyard. It's nice because he acts more mature and less annoying when he's not surrounded by jellicles.

He told me that our older brother, Macavity, hasn't made any more surprise attacks and hasn't been been seen for a while near the junkyard.

It's shame that Macavity turned that way. When he became a full grown tom, he sort of went bad. He had magical abilities and had the perfect opportunity to use them for the good of this world. Instead he found the dark side of magic and used it to scare everyone. He even hurt a few cats when he lost his temper. Our father, Old Deuteronomy, had no choice but to banish Macavity as he was a danger to everyone in the yard.

I was never close with my older brother. I suppose that was because me and Tugger were litter mates and Macavity was born alone. A year before me and Tugger were born.

Now though, I'm at the teenage stage as I'm no longer a kitten but I'm not a full grown tom yet. As soon as I become fully grown I'll have to be the protector of the tribe. I've prepared myself a lot for this role. I've walked around the junkyard many times so that I know the full scale of it. I've been practising fighting with my best friend Alonzo, who will also be my co protector.

I smiled slightly as I walked. I was looking forward to having this role. It meant that I can have all the responsibility and I'd be able to have the honour of protecting the tribe.

I started to frown as there was one small problem with becoming a fully grown tom. I'd have to find a mate. I let out a sigh. Many of the cats I knew already have someone they were going to mate with or were too young to mate. Even my brother Tugger had someone. He and Bombalurina have been very close since they were kittens. Even though they liked to flirt with the others, they always came back to one another. They were perfect for each other.

Then there was Demeter, she and Admetus were very close. Alonzo also spent a lot time with Cassandra.

Then there was the kittens that were reaching teen hood. Plato, a white and copper tom who was very quiet most of the time. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, the yards thieving twins, who always liked to prank other cats and cause trouble. Coricopat and Tantomile were the psychic twins who were usually quiet and only spoke to each other. However, if you went up to them then they'll have a friendly conversation with you.
Finally, there was the newest edition to the tribe. Victoria. She had recently come here with Bustopher Jones and he asked me if she could stay, so now she lives with us in the junkyard. She's very sweet and very polite. She can be quiet though because she misses her brother so much. She won't tell us much about him. We don't even know his name or where he is, but she can usually be seen crying over him.

That gave me a thought. Maybe I could talk to her and find out a bit more about her brother. Then I could track him down and bring him to the yard.

This made me want to get back faster so I picked up the speed of my walking. However, it was too long before I slowed down and stopped. I could smell a nice, juicy rat. The scent was coming from an alleyway and it made me really hungry. I shrugged and decided to go for it.

I crouched down low and started sneaking into the alleyway. It was quite dark, but I could see the rat. My eyes narrowed on to it as I got even closer to it.

I prepared myself to pounce the rat then I leapt towards it. I was going to catch it. Almost there.

Bang.

I slammed into something much bigger than a rat. I fell to the floor and rubbed my head. I caught sight of the rat running away. Great. There goes my food.

I looked around to see what caused me to crash when I saw him. Just before me was a cat. It looked like a tom and his fur pattern was like a tuxedo. He was also rubbing his head. It seemed that he had spotted the rat too.

We made eye contact and for moment, I could have sworn I had seen those brown eyes before.

So Munkustrap and Mistoffelees have met now. What will happen next?

You'll have to wait and see.

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