Coricopat blearily stumbled into the den, it had been a good night. He, Admetus and Plato had found some catnip and decided to try it, they had probably had a bit too much but Coricopat didn't care. It stopped him from thinking of his sister. Never in his life had he not been able to feel her mind and now they had been savagely ripped apart by a cat who could think no further than his own pleasure. Coricopat closed his eyes he didn't want to think about that, he wanted to forget forever. He didn't want to remember coming home to find his twin lay on the floor with a gaping hole in her throat and her blood coating the walls, hundreds of cuts showing through her short hair. He shook his head. He didn't want to remember any more but the images kept coming. Finding Jemina curled up in a corner of the den crying like she was about to die. He remembered how she had screamed when she had seen him and not stopped until Jennyanydots had come to calm her down. Their foster grandmother had moved in with them until she thought that Jemina was sufficiently calm enough for her to return to Skimbleshanks.

Coricopat snarled softly he didn't want those images in his head. What had he done to deserve them? Why was he plagued by these memories? Why didn't it bother Macavity? He sighed and curled up on the old sofa that formed part of the den.

It was almost midnight when Jemina and Misto returned from their hunting trip, Victoria had come with them but had left them earlier to join her mate Plato. Jemina and Misto had eaten their fill many hours earlier but both had wanted just to stay together. Jemina didn't want to return to the den that held so many bad memories for her and Misto didn't want to leave Jemina. Eventually they were told to return to their dens by Jellylorum.

They stood outside Jemina's den but Jemina hesitated to go in.

"You don't want to go in do you?" Misto's face was grave as he watched the young red queen in the moonlight. Jemina shook her head.

"I keep remembering what happened to Tantie." She answered looking up at the full moon above them.

"You can sleep in my den if you want," offered the little black cat hesitantly. Jemina paused and Misto began to worry he had offended the little queen.

"I-I-I mean you d-d-don't have to if you d-d-don't want but I-I-I just thought it might be..." He trailed off as Jemina hugged him.

"Thank you so much Misto."

The two young cats wandered off together towards Misto's den.