In Silent Solace
A CATS Fanfiction
By: Brittglamorra (Saturn)
Prologue: You'll Be Sorry!
As darkness lay heavy over the silent junkyard it seemed that the world was frozen. Void of life or sound or movement…The moon was only a sliver, the stars twinkling distant and cold, and there was very little light. No birds were heard. No crickets. No cars within London's limits. Not even the soft swish of the breeze. But then again there was none. The air was hot, heavy and stiffling. And the atmosphere was tense. Almost as if it were waiting for something. Or perhaps someone. Some might have called it peaceful, but to others there was a definite air of tension and suspense. That quiet, that stillness, that silence...it was all broken…
A blinding flash of light exploded over the clearing, and the deafening crash that followed seemed to unfreeze everything. Tom cats raced from various dens among the rubbish. And dozens of eyes gazed out from among the shadows, wide and scared, and glowing at each illumination of their home.
A female's shriek split the night and the toms surged towards it, their caterwauls of defiance and fury rising in the still night air.
"Demeter!" A deep but young male voice bellowed in terror. A rather young silver tabby surged ahead of the rest, and sprang through the air directly towards the light. He hit something hard and a she-cat of gold and black fell to the ground, shaking and crying. The silver tabby rolled away from her, a much taller and leaner, but just as young, if not younger, ginger tom with icy blue eyes, in the grip of his claws.
Icy blue eyes glared into soft blue eyes, and claws began to lash out viciously. Silver and ginger fur flew, but it was no use. The ginger fiende was dangerous and crafty. He lashed the back of the silver toms hind legs, hard, directly over the tendon, and with a yelp of agony the silver tabby collapsed.
"Munkustrap!" a black and white patched tom yowled. He tackled the ginger cat, forcing him away from the silver tabby, but didn't dare engage further. The ginger tom snatched the scruff of the black and gold she-cat again, and let out a cackle. Finally! His plans would succeed! Finally he would have the prize he so desperately desired, and leverage over the tom whom he had once called brother.
He lifted himself higher in stance and eerie yellow light began to flow from his body sending strange shadows dancing across his fur and the ground around him...But before he could vanish a small black and white tuxedo tom came out of nowhere. A blast of blue magic shot from him, and hit the big ginger cat in the chest. The ginger tabby let out a roar of agony, dropping the she-cat who vanished from before his very eyes, and he collapsed to the ground, momentarily stunned. The tux moved in on him, ears flat, fur bristling, and green eyes glaring with fury. He was glowing blue. The ginger tom leaped to his paws, gritting his teeth at the pain in his chest. He let out a ferocious growl, his head whipping one way and then the other, seeking out his quarry.
"Where is she?!" He yowled. The little tom didn't flinch.
"Gone! Now leave Macavity, before I finish what I started!" The tux hissed ferociously…The Jellicles stood in a line behind him, bristling and facing the threat.
And an anger rose in the ginger tom...unlike anything he'd felt before...This tom! This stupid magical black pest! Every damn time! He got in the way. He did one thing or another to destroy his plans! Or injure him! Now the anger built into a burning hatred, and the answer to his plans became so much more clear, unfurling before his icy blue eyes. Something that suddenly seemed so much more important than merely kitnapping Demeter. Something so much more...satisfying…
He would destroy this tux...He would make him suffer a thousand times over for every little time he got in his way. But he couldn't hurt him, himself...He couldn't fight him and win… No….He needed to do something so much worse...so much more close to home... He needed to make this tom submit so he could make him hurt...He needed to take away what he cared about most…
And at the moment that was his pregnant mate, Rumpleteazer...But there were two problems with that. One. She was pregnant. And Macavity didn't hurt kittens or pregnant cats. It was bad form. And secondly...He could not stand her...He'd tried that before. But she literally never shut up or stopped finding ways to annoy him, or steal his things, or escape just to torment him or his hench cats… With that plan dead...another began to form within his minds eye…
She was pregnant...An evil grin stole over his maw...So sickeningly twisted and dark that a few cats took a few paces away from him, and the tux tensed up…
"You'll be sorry you pathetic scrap! You'll be sorry you ever decided to cross my path or get in my way!"
With a maniacal laugh, he vanished from the spot, hatred and sick satisfaction racing through every ginger hair on his wild scruffy pelt…
Yes. It would take patience. And a lot of waiting. But one thing became so blindingly clear in his mind.
Kittens grew up.
Brit: Welp! There be the first chapter in my new CATS fic! And yes. This time, this one is about my CATS sona, Brittglamorra, or Saturn. I've been sitting on this for a long time but very desperately wanted to do this story!
This one doesn't necessarily genetically line up with my previous fics. While Mac, Munk and Tugger are still brothers, Mistoffelees or Quaxo is not related to them. He's the son of Grizabella (thus only siblings with Tugger), and a tom whom is to remain unknown for the time being. He was abandoned of course at the junkyard gates and raised by Tugger and Munk, but they know full well who left him there. Regardless, Britt, whom is the daughter of Quaxo and Teazer, is not related to Macavity. Just to clarify for future, inappropriate and gruesome torture. Anywho. Enjoy!