Munkustrap wearily looked up when Samson walked back in, followed by another cat, a Tom. Munkustrap sat up, staring at them both. Samson held out his paw and the Tom handed him what looked like ribbon. Munkustrap backed away, horrified. In the Temts, when a Tom claimed a Queen for his own, he'd put bows of ribbon on them to show the others that she was his. Munkustrap leapt out of the way as Samson tried to grab him.
"Stay away from me!" Munkustrap hissed. Samson called out an order. Two more Toms came into the den and grabbed Munkustrap, holding him down. Munkustrap tried desperately to get free. Samson crouched beside Munkustrap, tying the ribbon around his neck before tying it around his wrists, ankles and one on his tail.
"Get off of him," Samson growled at the Toms. The Toms got up and left the den. Munkustrap sat up, looking at his wrists and ankles. Satin-y midnight black bows were on his ankles and wrists. Munkustrap glanced behind him and saw one tied onto his tail…and from the feel of it, there was a large bow tied around his neck, behind his head. Munkustrap went to rip it off when Samson grabbed his paws tightly, painfully. Munkustrap tried to pull himself free.
"You touch them…and you'll be punished severely," Samson snarled before letting Munkustrap's paws go. Munkustrap lowered his head, listening as Samson left the den. If Munkustrap could, he'd kill Samson…but if he did, there'd be the whole tribe of the Temts to kill him.
"Mac," Munkustrap whispered. He was so freaked out, so scared, that he wanted Macavity there to help him.
Misto and Tugger returned to the yard to find everyone wide eyed.
"What happened?" Misto asked. Cori looked at him. Misto looked a lot better now.
"Munkustrap's been taken," Cori answered.
"Macavity," Tugger hissed. Cori shook his head, holding Pan close.
"No, we don't know who took Munkustrap," Cori sighed. "He went for a walk, two hench-cats were assigned to watch him…they were attacked and when they woke up, Munkustrap was gone and his collar was left behind." Tugger looked at Cori, who was still pretty bruised and cut up from his time with Magma. Misto looked at Tugger, who was breathing heavily as he began to panic.
"Munk, no…Munk…not again," Tugger was whispering. Misto wrapped his arms around Tugger.
"Shh, Tugger, it'll be alright, we'll find him," Misto told him softly.
Two weeks later, and they were no closer to finding Munkustrap. Macavity was going insane, he was barely at the yard, he was too busy searching for Munkustrap. He'd leave at dawn but wouldn't come back until midnight.
"You'll find him, Mac," Millie told him softly as she made him eat. It was midnight, he had just come back and Millie had been waiting for him.
"I…I'm worried about him, Millie," Macavity answered hoarsely. Millie looked at him.
"I don't want them to hurt him…I can't let them hurt him," Macavity looked at her. Millie had never seen Macavity look so broken.
"You'll find him, Mac…you will," Millie told him softly.
Munkustrap looked around the den when he heard someone enter. He gave a choked sob as he looked around, trying to clean the blood off his thighs. Yurro, who was Samson's second, came walking in. He was tall, with dark brown fur.
"What do you want?" Munkustrap hiccupped, his arms wrapped around his starved body. Yurro grinned as he moved closer to Munkustrap. Munkustrap scrambled back, falling onto his back. Yurro gave a dark laugh.
"Presenting yourself, Munkustrap, aren't you a good boy?" Yurro laughed. Munkustrap quickly put his tail in between his legs. Yurro fell to his knees beside Munkustrap, Munkustrap quickly rolled over, trying to scramble away. Yurro grabbed him, rolling him onto his back, before he buried his nose into the fur on Munkustrap's stomach. Munkustrap squirmed furiously. Yurro looked up at him, grinning, before he licked Munkustrap's stomach. Munkustrap kicked out, kicking Yurro in the stomach and making him double over, wheezing. Munkustrap leapt to his feet, going to the corner and glaring at him. Yurro climbed to his feet, his paw massaging his stomach.
"Why, you…!" Yurro hissed.
"What's going on here?" Samson asked as he walked back into the den.
"I was having some fun with Munkustrap here and he kicked me!" Yurro growled.
"Don't you touch me!" Munkustrap snarled. Samson threw a glare at Munkustrap.
"What were you doing to him?" Samson asked.
"Sniffing him," Yurro grinned. Munkustrap shuddered. This Tom was crazier than Magma, and that was saying something.
"Well, punish him then…but no funny business, Yurro," Samson said before leaving the den.
"Nah, he's yours to do that to." Yurro laughed. Munkustrap cursed himself silently as he began trembling as Yurro stalked towards him. Yurro laughed.
"I remember what you used to be like, Munkustrap," Yurro bit, the words biting at Munkustrap harshly. "Strong, brave…not afraid of anyone, of anything." Munkustrap turned his head away. "Looks like Macavity managed to break you," Munkustrap flinched. Yurro got even closer still.
Munkustrap blinked, groaning, as he managed to open his eyes. He gave a pained moaned as he rolled over, his limbs aching and bruised, his body scratched and bloodied. Munkustrap sat up, wiping his eyes as pained tears clouded his vision. This wasn't fair. Why was he forced to suffer through all of this? Why did it have to be him? Munkustrap glanced towards the den exit when he heard the Temts guarding the den talking to one another. What about him? Why couldn't he have a peaceful life? What about him?
Well there's a little boy waiting at the counter of a corner shop What about me, it isn't fair Well there's a pretty girl serving at the counter of the corner shop What about me, it isn't fair So take a step back and see the little people And now I'm standing on the corner all the world's gone home
He's been waiting down there, waiting half the day
They never ever see him from the top
He gets pushed around, knocked to the ground
He gets to his feet and he says
I've had enough now I want my share
Can't you see I wanna live
But you just take more than you give
She's been waiting back there, waiting for her dreams
Her dreams walk in and out they never stop
Well she's not too proud to cry out loud
She runs to the street and she screams
I've had enough now I want my share
Can't you see I wanna live
But you just take more than you give
They may be young but they're the ones
That make the big people big
So listen, as they whisper
What about me
Nobody's changed, nobody's been saved
And I'm feeling cold and alone
I guess I'm lucky, I smile a lot
But sometimes I wish for more than I've got
What about me, it isn't fair
I've had enough now I want my share
Can't you see I wanna live
But you just take more than you give
What about me?
What about me?
Munkustrap broke off, his voice breaking. He had had enough. Tears fell down Munkustrap's face but he didn't care. He was so tired…so tired of all of this. Munkustrap was allowed out of the den later that day. He walked around cautiously on all fours, glancing around as the Temts leered and snarled at him. He found a shadowed spot and crept in there, staring at everyone. There was no chance he could run, the Temts yard was like a fortress. Munkustrap gave a sad sigh, resting his head on his paws.
"Hey there," Munkustrap raised his head wearily, and saw a young Queen standing in front of him. She looked familiar. She crouched down beside him as he sat up. She had a purple bow in her orangey brown fur.
"Millie?" Munkustrap murmured, looking at her. She laughed.
"No, Millie is my sister," She giggled. "My name is Diddy," Munkustrap gave a nod and looked away. He glanced back as he felt a tugging on the large bow tied around his neck.
"There, that looks better," Diddy murmured as she straightened it. Munkustrap bowed his head, unable to stop the tears flowing from his eyes.
"Oh, no…don't cry, sweetie, don't cry," Diddy told him softly as she wrapped her arms around him. Munkustrap buried his face in the fur on her shoulder, sobbing.
"I-I can't do this," Munkustrap whispered, clinging onto her. Diddy stroked his back.
"Shh, my dear, it'll be okay,"
"I want to go home," Munkustrap whispered pathetically.
"Diddy, what are you doing?" Munkustrap whimpered, clinging to her.
"Comforting him, Samson," Diddy answered coldly, detaching Munkustrap and getting to her feet. "You've scared the poor dear," Munkustrap winced at the sound of a loud slap.
"Hold your tongue, Diddy…he's broken, which is the way I want him to be,"
"Savage," Diddy hissed before she stalked away. Samson grabbed the fur between Munkustrap's ears and yanked him off the ground, before dragging him back to the den.
Millie was pacing around her den, occasionally stopping and tidying up some already tidy part of the den.
"Mills," Millie looked around to see her little sister, Diddy, standing by the den entrance.
"Dids," Millie smiled, walking forward and hugging her sister. "What brings you here?"
"Munkustrap," Diddy whispered, pulling away from her sister. Millie's smile disappeared from her face.
"What?"
"Samson has Munkustrap…he's not in a good way, Millie, he's so frightened," Diddy told her sadly. "He's so skinny, Samson isn't feeding him…and the nights," Diddy shuddered. "So many nights of him screaming in pain, Millie," Millie stiffened.
"I need to tell Macavity," Millie breathed. Diddy nodded, hugging her sister once more.
"I need to get back, Lupile will be worrying about me," Diddy whispered. Millie nodded and Diddy disappeared. Millie ran through the yard, and into Macavity's den. Macavity looked up wearily as she ran in.
"I know where Munkustrap is!" Millie told him. Macavity leapt to his feet.
"Where?" He cried.
"The Temts!" Macavity paused, he couldn't believe he had overlooked them.
"How…how do you know?" Macavity asked, growling.
"My sister is in the Temts, she's seen him and she said he isn't in a good way," Millie breathed. Macavity raced from the den, determined about getting Munkustrap back. Three weeks had been far too long, far too long.
Munkustrap was curled into a tight ball in the corner of the den, glaring miserably at the ribbons around his wrists. Munkustrap looked up, as did Samson, who was sitting on the opposite side of the den, when they heard snarls and growls.
"Where is he?" Munkustrap startled, leaping up.
"Macavity!" Munkustrap yelled. Samson leapt forward, grabbing the large bow around Munkustrap's neck and yanking him back. Munkustrap's paws tugged at the ribbon as it was pulled tight around his throat. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe! Macavity appeared in the doorway, fuming. Munkustrap was struggling. He couldn't breathe, but he couldn't pull himself out of the grip, he was too weak with three weeks of minimal food.
"Let my mate go!" Macavity ordered. Samson hissed in Munkustrap's ear.
"He's mine!" Samson snapped. Macavity leapt forward, slashing at Samson. Samson let go of Munkustrap and Munkustrap tumbled to the ground as Macavity and Samson fought above him, as they fought over him. Munkustrap must have blacked out for a few moments because the next thing he knew, there were paws on his arms and Macavity was murmuring softly to him.
"It's alright, Munk, I've got you," Macavity told him softly. Munkustrap gave a nod, looking around. He managed to expel everything, which wasn't much, that was in his stomach as he caught sight of Samson's bloodied, mauled and mutilated body. Macavity looked down at Munkustrap worriedly. Munkustrap was so shaken up, so freaked out. Macavity helped Munkustrap up and they walked out of the den.
"What have you done to Samson?" Yurro demanded.
"He's dead!" Macavity spat. "And if any of you come near my mate again, you'll end up with the same fate!" The Temts all glanced at each other.
"You killed our leader, give us one good reason why we should let you walk out of here alive!" Yurro hissed.
"Because he was attacking all of your mates," Macavity answered. "Whoever he wanted, he would get…no matter if they were your mate," Macavity looked around at the Temts as all of the Toms looked at their mates, who lowered their heads or burst out crying. Yurro blinked. He didn't know Samson had been doing that.
"You're better off without him," Macavity heard a weak groan and spun around, just catching Munkustrap before he hit the ground. Macavity scooped Munkustrap up into his arms, worrying about how light he was…at how bony he was. Macavity hated the feel of Munkustrap's bones as Macavity carried him. Macavity nuzzled Munkustrap's head as Munkustrap lost hold of consciousness.
"Let's get you home," Macavity murmured to him before he carried Munkustrap away from the Temts and back towards the junkyard.
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The song is 'What about me' it's sung by Shannon Noll (Aussie singer, he came runner up in a season of Australian Idol!) Okay, this won't be updated for a few days…but I'll do my best so you don't need to wait that long! I was in a good mood, I finally, finally found footage of the Rum Tum Tugger that I saw when Cats came to Australia…my mum thinks I'm strange because I was practically squealing when I found the video! Hehe…
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