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Three weeks later Munkustrap was sitting silently at the watchpost, alone. He barely bothered to glance up at any sound or movement, just stared at the ground, soundlessly.
He didn't jump, or even twitch as there was a crash at the entrance to the yard. He didn't look up as a shadowed figure advanced to tower above his somnambulant form. Nor did he acknowledge that the figure sank down in front of him.
"Could you tell me where I might find somebody?" Seemingly for the first time in days, Munkustrap sat up and spoke.
"I might." He finally looked up to the cat in front of him. Tall. Chocolate brown.
"I'm looking for Alecto." Munkustrap stopped dead. "I'm her mate. I think she'll be surprised to see me though, because my tribe told her I had died in a fight just over three weeks ago..." The cat continued, not noticing Munkustrap's expression. her mate. he's her mate.
"Excuse me," He said. The tom looked up. "Alecto died twenty-one days ago."
It all came flooding back. That night. That tom. That young queen. Alecto. The day he met her. And a series of never-ending flashbacks, all punctuated with a single scream of a cat, left alone.
Was he the father of Alecto's unborn dead kittens?