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January 21th, 2010 – Soldier
When Munkustrap was young, he used to play soldier.
All the toms would split into two teams and make a huge wall off junk in the middle of the Junkyard, hurling rocks over it like gunfire and running head to head, pretending to claw at each other whilst making slashing sounds. The queens would sit on the sidelines, cheering on their respective teams and healing the 'sick' and 'wounded'. It was pure, innocent fun at the time, something they did to keep themselves busy in the days where not much mattered because responsibility laid solely on their parents.
But not so much anymore.
Munkustrap watches over the Junkyard each night with alert, trained eyes, waiting for any signs of danger. Such trivial games they seem now… how stupid he seemed in the past. He saw only the valor and fame… but not the pain and the loss of being a real soldier.
And the kittens now… they play these games too. But they've seen what it's like, and every now and again one of them will be too put out by seeing their fathers and older siblings return home wounded to play at all. And soon enough they will all have to grow up and face this too, and Munkustrap can do nothing but watch as generation after generation of Jellicles become soldiers.