A/N: sorry it took so long to get this up, I have been gone and have had some writers block. Oh! and I don't know if it has caused much confusion, but I'm not having Rumple get her accent until she meets up with Jerrie.

What Would I Do Without You

The next week with Brute passed quite quickly, and the whole time I was blissfully unaware of crooning tom cats intentions. How was I supposed to know what he really wanted? After all, I was just out of kitten-hood and longed for a friend. The only reason that I chased him away in the first place was because his ego was bigger than an elephant! Besides that, he used every cliché possible while trying to coax me out of the tree.

I eventually warmed up a bit to him, and enjoyed his visits despite our first encounter. Like I said before, I was desperate for a friend. The girls were gone all day, and the only time I was inside was when they were asleep. It would have been better if they left me outside all the time. Humans always say that cats are independent creatures. There is some truth in that, be we do need company every once in a while.

Brute would entertain me during his visits with his heroic stories of pollicle battles growing up on the street. He claimed that he beat up 32 pollicles and killed three. I'm no fool though. He's scared to death of pollicles. The day before I saw him running a way from a Chihuahua like his tail was on fire. I humored him though.

"I was almost dead! There were three on each side of me …I had one of their tails in my teeth and had ones tongue by my bare claws -with those slobbery things hanging everywhere, they are easy targets- I had another by the nose …The one on my left gave a yelp as I clawed it with my back paw …I was able to knock three out with my other back paw. After that with a couple of my most fierce hisses, I had them running away crying to their stupid peek mothers.

"Oooooooh! You're so brave!" I would swoon. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately for him, I never completed my sentence "OoooOooh! You're so brave and I'm the Queen of England!" but he just heard "OoooOoooh!". Looking back, I regret humoring him like that. It only encouraged him. Every day his stories would get more elaborate until, I could hardly control my laughter.

We eventually drew close to each other and became good friends. We were able to confide in each other and share everything. Our hopes and dreams, our wishes for the future. I took a great liking to the scruffy handsome tom cat and even tried to picture what our lives would be like if we ever became mates.

I remember the time I told him all about my home before. All the luxuries, the food, and most importantly to me, Daryl. I was telling him about a dream I had been having. I would be sitting in the tree and Daryl would appear. He picked me up and brought me home. I know it seems simple, but to me it would have been the best thing that could happen. I started crying when I was finished. I had repressed the tears so long. I always thought if I was strong and never cried, Daryl would come home faster. I was completely wrong. In the presence of the comforting tom I was able to let it all out. He was so sweet to me and seemed to show genuine compassion. I was actually in love with Brute, but if I knew that he was the best actor to walk the face of the earth I would have kept my wits about my and stayed in the tree. To put it in other words, we wanted different kinds of love from each other.

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"Oh Teazaa, Teazaa!" Mungojerrie was whispering her name in a hypnotic voice while swinging a fresh mouse by its tail in front of her face.

"Jerrie, just give it to her, that's not way to treat your pregnant mate." Mungojerrie plopped the mouse on the desk, just missing the neat papers. Teazer quickly ate it down, after all, she was eating for more than just one.

"Lectra! You came ta visit!" she exclaimed around a mouth full of fresh mouse.

"Of course I did. I saw this excuse of a brother trying to catch…"

"SUCCEDING!"

"Whatever." she teased "Anyway, I saw him "mouse hunting" and decided to tag along and see how everything was going."

"So far so good" Rumpleteazer replied, licking the last meal remnants off her fingers and patting her belly. "Oi think they're comin' soon."

"Hey you in there" Electra whispered to Rumpleteazers belly, "you coming out soon? Everyone is anxious to meet you. Your aunt Electra especially. I'm going to teach you all you girls how to wrestle better than any boy could. You boys, Oh! all the things your dad will teach you. It's a great world out here. Hurry up."

"Not to fast though" added Rumpleteazer to her belly, then to Electra. "Oi 'ave ta finish the story first."

"What story?"

"Oi want to write what 'appened ta me before 'Jer and the tribe, so my kits will know all about it when they get big."

"Ahh! That's such a great idea. I'll leave ya alone now, Jerry looks like he could use some pestering. Besides, I have no where to go. All that happens at home is a lot of tail pulling. Speaking of tail pulling." Electra had spotted Jerry's tail swishing out of the corner of her eye, "I have some business to take care of. Oh! by the way, I must read your story when you have it finished." With that Electra stalked low to the ground ready to attack.

Rumpleteazer picked up the pen to continue writing when she heard a loud "ARRRRGGHHHH!!!! ELECTRA GET BACK 'ERE!!!!" and some loud giggles.

"You deserved it brother, waving your tail like that."

"Oi'm a cat what da ya expect?"

"You a cat? I never would have guessed? Mum always told me you were a pollicle that she took pity on."

"That's it, you're 'guna to get it!"

"I've heard that before"

Rumpleteazer just smiled at the display. "ahh! Siblin' love. I 'ope you guys aren't 'guna ta act like that. Oh well, back to the story."

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A/N: This chapter was short, but like I said, a bit-o-writers block. I hope you like it, and I hope to have more up soon.