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Jellylorum was worried, something was wrong. Bustopher Jones looked over her shoulder a her work, "What is wrong? Why aren't you doing anything?" he asked.
"There's something wrong, birth complications. If I do anything wrong it might kill her," Bustopher gasped.
"Well help her! Don't you know anything?" he screeched. The other cats turned around, they stopped congratulating Tugger. Murmurs ran through the crowd. Everyone wondered what was going on.
"There is nothing I know that can help you. Jenny was the nurse, not me." Rage and pain filled the fat tuxedoed cat. Without a thought to the consequences, he lunged for Jelly's throat. Jelly had only one second to utter her last cry of, "What?" Then she died. Bustopher Jones felt relief flood through his body, that was before he felt the sharp claws against the fleshy fur of his throat.
No one breathed, Misto stood with his claws at Bustopher's throat; Mistoffelees eyes were wide with horror. "You killed Jellylorum, why?"
"Because she let my mate down," Bustopher hissed.
"You! You killed one of our nurses!" Munkustrap yelled, "Now if Macavity comes we won't have a nurse! Don't you think?" None of the Jellicles moved.
"I do, dear man! I would kill her again too!" Bustopher Jones spat.
"You fiend," Misto said. All of the Jellicles looked at him. "You don't deserve to live, in fact, father, may I kill him now?" Deuteronomy nodded when Misto looked at him. Turning back to Bustopher, Misto smiled grimly, "Good bye." He said, and slit his throat. He made sure the cut was deep and that Bustopher died quickly and without pain.
Demeter ran over to check Jennyanydots. All hatred that she felt for the Gumby cat was forgotten in her haste to help the unborn kitten. When she got there she immediately noticed the lack of breathing, "Someone help!" she screamed. Skimbleshanks ran over and tried to help Demeter get Jennyanydots to breathe. All of their troubles were to no avail. Slowly Jenny's breathing grew softer and softer; all the other cats crowded around the three cats. Cries came from the other Jellicles.
"What's going on?" Victoria cried running up, a disheveled expression on her face, followed closely by Plato.
"We're losing Jenny!" Demeter cried. Glancing down her face became pale. She checked the pulse; "We've lost her."
A/N: yes, I know Misto is very distraught and not in his right mind when all this happens. Please excuse it.