Author's Note: Like promised, her's Chapter Four. It's kind of a transition chapter, same for Chapter Five, but there are some things I need established before I can get into the action. So read and review- I'm very, very open to criticism, just as much as compliments. Love, C.

Disclaimer: I don't own Cats. If only I did...

VII

I descended from the hill surrounding Deuteronomy's den. My father had been quiet, near silent, listening to me tell Demeter and Bombalurina's tale. He asked few questions, and never once seemed to doubt my belief in their honesty, and the reasoning of their remaining here.

He had informed me of his remembrance of the queens, and their definite place in the tribe. He stated he himself we see them in the morning, and if they wished, re-welcome them to the tribe.

With the happier matter settled, I began to breach the subject of my brother. My father seemed barely able to hold back tears at the news of his oldest son's atrocities. He physically shook with grief at the plight of his grandsons.

"Find them… immediately. You must bring them here, son… they must be safe."

VIII

Alonzo quickly thanked the tom, and grabbed his younger brother's arm. Quickly, he pulled him towards stacks of cargo, abandoned with the warehouse, that reached nearly the rafters.

"Alonzo… w-what are we doing? Where are we going? Where's Mother?"

"Misto, quiet. Hurry, we have to get out of here as fast as we can. I swear I will tell you exactly what's happening as soon as we get out of here. Just... trust me, okay?"

"Okay," the younger tom nodded.

They scaled the stacks as swiftly as possible, heading towards one of the few small windows gracing the room.

"We have to get out as fast as possible," thought Alonzo. "If Dad, or anyone catches us, he could kill us. Misto can't survive this life without Mom, he's too young. Staying here is equal to sitting on death row. And if we don't hurry, they'll figure out we're gone."

They reached the window, only to find it sealed, and the frame painted over. Without a word, Misto grabbed a small box and smashed a pane straight through. Alonzo nodded approvingly, and looked out the window, before climbing out onto the ledge. Misto followed, and together they descended down the building slowly. Finally, they reached the ground and scurried out into an abandoned alley.

"Where on earth is Alonzo taking us? We don't know anyone outside of the warehouse… and where exactly is Mom? What does he expect us to do?" thought Misto.

At the same time, Alonzo mused over the situation. "What should I tell him? And how? I really didn't think this through very well… we have absolutely no where to go or any idea how to survive." He watched as Misto stumbled and almost tripped over an empty bottle in the road. They were ambling towards nowhere in particular, along the noiseless, moon-washed streets.

Silently, Alonzo tapped his brother's shoulder and gestured towards a quiet park. Now with an end destination, the pair sped up a little. "I guess this is it. I have to tell him now… we probably can't stay here all night, we have to put some distance between us and Father. But he has to know, I can't keep Misto in the dark all night."

Spotting an old tree, with thick, woven roots, Mistoffelees settled in at the base. Alonzo followed, and sat near his brother.

"Misto, moms-"

"Dead? I know, 'Lonz. That's the only reason she wouldn't have come back. Was it Dad?"

Alonzo sat for a moment, before silently nodding. A tear ran down his cheek, and Mistoffelees moved closer to him, placing an arm around him.

The pair sat that way for a while, with no words exchanged. They needed none- the other's presence was comfort enough for the both. Finally, Alonzo stood.

"We need to go- I want to rest, too, but we need to get farther away from… the warehouse."

Mistoffelees stood, nodding. "Where are we going?"

"I don't know," responded Alonzo, "We'll probably have to just find a nice neighborhood or park for now."

And again the pair set off.