Beautiful. If there was ever a word to describe some epiphany like her, beautiful was the word. It was her whole being; her soul was beautiful, her face was beautiful, her coat, her eyes, her laugh, it was all beautiful. The only word that could describe her better was gone. As beautiful as it was it was all gone, it left the moment she died, but her memories were still around; especially in his mind. Mungojerrie never forgot about his beloved sister, not for one moment. They were as identical as two cats could be; almost putting a mirror to shame. Except she was dead and he wasn't, and sometimes he wished that it was the other way around; but as hard as he wish he couldn't change it.

His parents missed her too; dearly, but they weren't as close to her as Mungo was. The twins did nearly everything together and shared everything, including the blame, even if they had no part in it. Mungo sighed as he rolled over; he could hear the excited voices from outside, talking about the new found kitten. All thoughts of Majellina were thrown out the window. He heard them talking, saying that it's been six month, much too long for him to still be moping around, but they just didn't understand.

"Mungojerrie, come out here and meet her."

"No," he said quietly. He wasn't going to go out there and act happy with them just because they found a kitten in an alley. He was going to stay where he was, honoring his sister's memory. He heard the cloth that covered where the screen used to be in his television that he called home be pulled open. He closed his eyes, the sun was rather bright and it was shinning straight into his eyes.

"Mungojerrie," his mother said harshly. "You come out here and meet her like the gentleman we raised you to be."

He glared at his mother as well as he could with the sun shining and pushed himself to his paws, rather reluctantly. He shuffled outside; he was one year old and shouldn't have to keep taking orders from his mother. He walked across the center of the yard and over to where Jellylorum was sitting with the new tribe member. His eyes fell upon her and he stopped. Majellina was sitting in the Junkyard, talking to Jellylorum. She didn't look like her, her fur was much lighter and the orange and black that accompanied it was more splotched then striped, like it used to be. She must have been six months old, as if she didn't age in her death. Her eyes were a lively green, instead of the deep, passionate ocean blue that they once were and her face had little dots of brown on her cheeks that one foolish enough may mistake for freckles. Majellina didn't have those either but there was just something about her that screamed his lost twin's name; especially when she turned to him.

"Hello," she said cheerfully, snapping him out of his trance. Her voice was just as lively as her eyes; Majellina's voice was reflected by her eyes too. "My name's Rumpelteazer."

"Mungojerrie," he said as he extended his paw towards hers and graced it. He didn't say his name with the same pride as she did, a name was not something to be proud of, it was merely a label to distinguish you from the others. He, nor Majellina, ever boasted about theirs but it seemed to be the kitten's being; like how beautiful was hers. The two older queens began talking about pointless things as the younger cats looked around in silence. Mungojerrie watched as Rumpelteazer scanned the area in wonder. Why is it that she reminds him so of her? She's nothing like her yet she seems to resemble her in almost everyway.

"Well I should go," Mungojerrie said, breaking the eerie silence between them. "I was in the middle of something when mom came to get me." Rumpelteazer looked a little putout but nodded anyways. Mungojerrie turned and left without so much as a glance back at what appeared to be his sister. Her climbed back into his broken TV and curled up. He closed his eyes, welcoming the darkness and turned his thoughts back to Majellina. She was up in the Heavyside Layer; not across the way, sitting on an old lunchbox in the middle of the Junkyard.

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Mungojerrie laid on top of the tire, staring into the stars. He had been doing it for the past few months; each night hoping that Majellina would send him a sign, anything for him to know that she was okay but each time he was disappointed. He found the familiar tears teasing his eyes as they always did whenever his sister failed to pull through. He closed his eyes, not wanting to think about how much he missed her; how much he wanted to have her back. He missed the way she always smelled liked spice; as exciting and invigorating as her personality. He missed the way she'd sneak up on him and surprise him even when he knew that she was right behind him; the way that she'd laugh at the most ludicrous things until he joined in with her. He missed the way that he never felt alone when she was alive, because he knew that she was thinking about him... and now he was always alone.

"Are you alright?"

The voice took him by surprise at first; in the silence and sanctity of the night you never expect to her something so innocently joyful. He peeled open an eye slightly and saw Rumpelteazer staring up at him from the ground. Her whiskers were twitching in the chilly air, although it was warm for early April it was still no haven of warmth. She tilted her head to the side as she continued to look at him closely.

"I'm fine, I'm just thinking," he grumbled, wishing that he pretended to be asleep. She would have left soon enough and he could continue with his solitude.

"About what," she asked, blinking a few times as her twitching whiskers tickled her cheeks. Mungo couldn't help but give her a small smile; she was being rather cute, although it seemed like she wasn't trying to.

"My," he paused for a moment, unsure if he wanted her to know. She seemed to be happy enough being in the dark, metaphorically speaking, for they were currently both in the dark. He wasn't sure if he should say it but his tongue ignored his thoughts and allowed it to escape him. "My sister"

"You have a sister," she asked happily but soon saw the look on his face.

"I had a sister," he corrected, his mouth still ignoring his mind. "I lost her six months ago in late September. A Pollicle got to her," he shuddered as his memories came back. Lying in the infirmary; still dizzy from hitting the fence head on; slipping in and out of unconsciousness. His mother hysteric, Jellylorum trying to calm her down; he only caught snippets of the conversation but it was enough to know what happened. After knocking him out the Pollicle figured that he was dead and went after her.

"I'm sorry, if it's any consolation I know how you feel," she whispered. Mungo wanted to scream; he was sick and tired of having cats feel sorry for him. Why should they, it wasn't their fault that she was dead, it's his fault. And none of them understood what he was going through or how he felt! None of them lost someone as close to them as he did. He didn't want their pity; he didn't want hers. He was about to start lashing out at her when he noticed the softness of her voice and the glossiness of her eyes. "I lost my brother."

His mind stopped ranting for a moment as he looked down at her, her whiskers continued to twitch, her eyes blinked furiously, but it didn't have the same joy as it did two minutes ago. Her ears drooped down, as she seemed to be trying to fight off tears of her own. He extended a paw and helped her up onto the tire. She sat down beside him, tail swinging back and forth by her side. She seemed so pained and he longed for it; he wanted there to be someone more miserable then him. "What happened?"

She shrugged her shoulders sadly. "I'm not quite sure. As long as I can remember it's always been me and him. He was a year older then me so he always took care of me. He'd go to sleep with me and we'd wake up together every morning. He'd tell me stories about Momma during the day; she died when I was being born. There was this one morning, a few months ago, where I woke up and he wasn't there. You could hardly imagine how worried I was. I went out and began looking for him. I went everywhere I could think of but nobody seen him. I kept looking straight through the night and fell asleep when I was walking. When I woke up though he was right beside me... He was so cold. His eyes were looking right at me, as if he was still watching over me. And his stomach, it's usually orange, but that morning it was red, dark red. So was his mouth; and he was just lying there..."

Her voice broke and she looked away, not wanting to show him her tears. He continued to look at her, confused. He did not get the satisfaction from her pain that he thought that he would receive; it was the opposite, he felt bad that someone as young as her should of have to have been though that. When he lost his sister at least he didn't have to see her when she was dead. He put an arm around her and pulled her close, like his parents did to him for several days after the loss. He could feel her whiskers on his chest, trembling every now and then and weighed down with her tears. "A few days later I met Munkustrap, and he began to take care of me. He's nice and all but... It's not quite the same though."

"No it's not," Mungojerrie agreed. That was exactly what he said to his parents when they insisted that he play with the other kittens in the Junkyard like he used to with Majellina. It wasn't the same; it never would be the same again. He looked down and caught a glimpse of her eyes, in the dark and with the tears in them they looked remarkably like his sister's. He shook his head, nuzzling her ears at the same time. He caught a whiff of her scent; not spicy like Majel's but soft and sweet, like wildflowers, rather comforting. He could hear Jellylorum calling out Rumpelteazer's name, obviously looking for her in the dead of night. She pulled away from the embrace, and wiped away her tears. She waved good bye as she began walking towards the desperate yells from her newly adoptive mother.

He laid back down on the tire, staring into the stars. At least he had someone to mourn with, she was all alone. He closed his eyes again, Jellylorum stopped her shouts and the yard was silent once more. He felt himself grow heavy and he felt as if he was sinking into the tire as he fell asleep.

He didn't sleep soundly, far from that. He woke up a few times, only to fall asleep and have the same dream again. It was Rumpelteazer, talking to him, her eyes were blue though; her voice was soft and calming, it was Majellina's. It was both of them and neither of them at the same time. They'd always be saying the same things, no matter how many times he dreamt he'd always get the same response from her. 'I want to keep my promise Jerrie... I promised that we'd always be together.' After waking for the seventh time he figured that he's just stay awake anyways, it was too bright and being on the tire when the kittens are awake is not a safe place. He trudged himself back to his home and lay down, hoping that he wouldn't fall back asleep.

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A/N: Nothing but pure extreme boredom could make me post this today. I am bored out of my simple little mind. I have no homework to do; having trouble making my one-shot sound not as dumb as it does; Poet's at JA; no one is on MSN right now. So I'm entertaining you. I suppose that I could draw, or at least start sketching a picture. I'll find something to keep me busy once this is up.

Allie was at school today. She came up for a little visit, and we (being my Drama group) are going to go see her on Wednesday (the 16th). We're so excited. I know I said that a million times but I'm just really looking forward to it. And I really want to go bowling, I just need to wait until eight and ask my brother when he gets off work. And if he doesn't want to go… then the boredom streak will continue.

Chimmy-Lava – I made an alert in your e-mail. And I also got Poet to write today. I'm two for two.

Jingle cats; cats who 'meow' Christmas carols; not as cool as they sound. Actually pretty disturbing to watch