Old Deuteronomy wondered if he had made the right choice. He had had a suspicion about Mistoffelees for months now, and sharing it with his eldest son could be the only way to get the ambitious Tom to back off.
But it was risky, there was no guarantee that his plan would work. Or that a peace, should it come about, would hold. But it was the only way forward he could see that involved no bloodshed.
Jellicles should not kill Jellicles.
Going back to the Junkyard with Munkustrap had been a wise decision. Mistoffelees was a well-liked young cat and many cats were furious at his treatment. Old Deuteronomy had managed to calm things down, but the tension was still palpable.
The tribe was also worried that Macavity would attack them, that taking their strongest magic user was just the first step in a planned takeover. And it was, but not one that was going to happen soon, Bustopher Jones would have known about that and warned them.
Speaking of the rotund tux, he was not going to be happy about what had happened to Mistoffelees either. Best to check that someone level headed had gone to tell him about the incident. He'd talk to Munkustrap as soon as his middle child had finished arranging the extra patrols.
He sighed, Munkustrap was a worry. The Tom took on to much responsibility. Maybe if he could let himself go a little his attraction to the lovely red and gold Queen Demeter would finally flourish. He wished one of them would make the first move, he wasn't getting any younger and he wanted to see his son happy.
He wanted the best for all his children.