A/N: This one has mentions of injuries and blood and all that jazz.. So just a warning for more sensitive people! Enjoy!
"What did I do?" Tugger murmured to Alonzo and Mistoffelees, in confusion about Teazer's reaction to his hug. The latter shrugged- Misto had no clue about how to treat hurt, fragile queens. Alonzo, however, had more information on the subject. Clearing his throat importantly, and quickening their pace so as to get out of the hideout quicker, he began to lecture the Maine Coon.
"Clearly, Tugger, she's been hurt by a tom in the past week or so. When you were openly intimate with her, it scared her and she flipped," Alonzo lectured, with the air of a teacher droning on and on about something they thought their pupils should care about. Tugger rolled his eyes and whispered to Misto,
"Everlasting Cat, I'm sorry I asked ."
The tuxedoed tom giggled, as the three toms followed Munkustrap and Teazer out of the hideout, and to safety. Little did they know that they were being watched.
(Jerrie)
Eugh. Why was he such an alchie at times? The previous night before had seen Jerrie and a group of his friends drowning any sorrows they might've had at a local, downtown bar. The calico tom had been left with a pounding headache as a souvenir- and absolutely no will to go and train today. His bones feeling like they were in protest, Jerrie swung himself out of bed and rested his head in his hands, ruffling his headfur as he attempted to recall the previous day's events.
Rumpleteazer. Oh Bast. He'd been such a bastard to her- just when she'd needed support from the only cat she thought would always be there, Jerrie had blown up.
Groaning, he headed out of the barrack room with one intention : Make up with 'Teazer.
(Junkyard)
Skimbleshanks patrolled the yard anxiously, highly anticipating the return of his kids. Skimble could not even imagine life without Teazer or Jerrie. The Scottish Railway Cat just wanted them back with him.
He and Jenny waited anxiously for Munkustrap, Tugger, Mistoffelees and Alonzo to return in absolute silence. A wide selection of Jellicles had come up to console the two- Victoria, Plato, Coricopat and Tantomile... It seemed the calico duo were already being missed by the Junkyard's residents.
A few hours passed, and the two cats were about to give it up as a lost cause, when Munkustrap appeared in the yard, closely followed by the other toms who had ventured out with him.
(Teazer)
Teazer hadn't even registered that they'd arrived back to the safety of the Junkyard- she was too engrossed with hiding in Munkustrap's silver and black fur. Still resenting Tugger for the open hug, the calico queen saw Munkustrap as somebody to hide behind.
She was extremely grateful to the squad of toms for her rescue, though. How she'd ever pay them back, the calico queen had absolutely no idea.
(Jerrie!)
He walked along the path to the jail cells, steps gradually slowing as he drew nearer and nearer to where his sister was supposedly imprisoned. Would she hate him? Would she resent him?
Drawing a deep breath, the calico tom gently wound his paws around the bars, pulling himself closer to the metal array of bars. Keen eyes examined the dark abyss for his sister, but his nose told him everything he needed to know before his eyes did. Teazer's scent was stale- as was Munkustrap's, Tugger's, Misto's and Alonzo's.. Shit. She was gone.
In fear of what Macavity would do to her if he found out the Jellicles had taken the queen back, Jerrie ran out of the hideout and to the Junkyard. Screw training. His sister was way more important right now.
(Junkyard)
Skimble and Jenny ran up to the gates to thank Munkustrap and the others, immediately taking their daughter off of the tabby tom. Munkustrap smiled and nodded.
"It was my pleasure. We didn't have time to get Jerrie, but he'll probably follow. If not, we'll go out again tomorrow," The silver Jellicle Protector assured Skimbleshanks and Jenny, smiling.
Tugger let out a loud groan from behind him, not seeming to realize how bigheaded and uncaring he sounded.
"But I have a date with Bomba tomorrow! I'm not going!" He wailed, fluffing his mane and stalking away. Munkustrap glared daggers at his brother- weren't his fellow tribe member's lives more important? Alonzo smirked and followed Tugger to apprehend him: Munkustrap would probably kill the Maine Coon for being such a jerk.
Jenny and Skimble tried to keep hold of their calico daughter, but it was proving difficult. The young queen was evidently in pain, and wasn't helping her parent's case at all. It didn't help that the two Jellicles weren't the strongest of cats anymore.
"Teazer, relax, darling," Jenny tried to reassure her daughter, but she just squirmed more and fell to the ground, hissing in agony at the impact. It had been painful to do the simplest actions, like moving. How was she supposed to deal with hitting the ground so hard?
Munkustrap was about to step in and help- he was stronger than Skimble and Jenny put together- when a black and orange paw settles firmly on his shoulder, preventing him.
"Oi'll do tha', thahnks vereh much."