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I walked steadily down the street, Jemima following me. I was surprised, unlike Drake she actually trusted me to know were exactly I was going. Getting out of the junkyard was actually easier than I thought. Most cats were minding their own business and thought we were going for a little walk. Luckily for us Munkustrap had been else where. So we'd gotten out without trouble.

I sighed as we walked, I was looking for that branch I'd been hanging from, it would at least suggest we were on the right track. But so far I'd seen nothing. I had no idea how far the cats had traveled when they took me back to the junkyard, so I was utterly lost.

I stopped, we had to be traveling for at least a mile. I leaned back against the wooden fence we'd been traveling near and sighed. Closing my eyes. I heard Jemima flop down beside me. And then she asked.

"You really are lost aren't you?"

I smirked, knowing I might as well start some sort of conversation. I then said.

"Me? Don't you mean we? As in both of us?"

She frowned and swiped playfully at me. I straightened up and rolled my shoulders. We still had to get back to the junkyard undetected too and that would be hard. Munkustrap would probably have toms looking high and low for us.

"Why is Munkustrap so protective?" I asked.

She stopped and this time her frown deepened into something serious. That was a quick change, though I'm not sure how much I liked it. She then spoke quietly.

"Well, ever since the last jellicle ball, Munkustrap has been extra careful. He's really afraid that Macavity will just all of a sudden show up again I guess."

I'd heard of this cat called Macavity. He was talked about around the junkyard a lot. I shivered, thinking about if he just popped out of nowhere, but laughed nervously. What would a master criminal want with a bunch of disobeying kittens? I smirked as we walked.

We came to an ally and I stopped. It was pretty long with one of the wood posts taken away. I frowned, maybe we'd gone through that way? I sighed, yes, were else would be go? Well, there were a lot of answers to that last question. Without anymore thought I turned and went slowly down the darkened ally. It was still daylight, but it seemed like the sun was about the set back there.

I felt Jemima press close beside me, and I was glad of it. Though I hated to admit it, maybe I was a little bit scared. Okay I was terrified. I had plenty of enemies everywhere and this time I didn't have a big guard dog to protect me. Not only that Jemima could get hurt and then I'd also be in trouble with the Jellicles. Maybe Drake had been right. Going out was bad because I was a naughty, idiotic, stupid–

Something interrupted my thoughts and I looked. Oh no, I knew this alley, I wasn't to found of this alley.

"Davrik." I half whispered half whimpered. Suddenly I heard a whimper beside me.

"A friend of yours Tabis?" Said Jemima timidly as she backed up behind me. And could I blame her? She was a bit younger than me, plus I don't think Jellicles females came in contact with to many alley cats. Of course, neither had I.

There he stood. Tall dark and lean figure. He was actually only two years old, the leader of a gang of alley cats. His black glossy fur gleamed in whatever was left of the sunlight in the dark alley. His claws, white as snow were extended and a unnerving smirk on his face. His tail lashed out as he carefully folded his arms to stare at us queens.

"Well Tabis, how nice of you to join me," Davrik said in a quite sophisticated voice. I tried for no reason to move farther in front of Jemima as Davrik's eyes flicked over her. "and you've brought a friend, how nice."

I wished that a miracle would answer my prayers. I wished that Drake was here. Someone was here. Gosh, I wouldn't even mind Munkustrap. Okay, I was really desperate at the moment.

I didn't speak and I could feel Jemima trembling behind me. I now trembled too. But at least it was only Davrik.

"Gee D, what's all the racket?' A semi long haired grey male sauntered out behind a track can. He shook his dusty fur and then caught sight of us. He smirked, and he recognized me. He looked around as if expecting something to appear out of nowhere. "Eh, its that tabby kit from a few weeks ago?"

I rolled my eyes. Of course it was me, who else would it be. I sighed, they at least weren't attacking me. I fear to think what kind of disgusting things were running through Davrik's mind.

"Hey, Jay, get out here! Someone came to visit!" The semi-long haired one yelled.

And to my dismay, another one came out. This one was a short hair with a short tail and he was what I thought was to be unnaturally skinny. I instantly remembered him. I'd actually gotten a chunk out of him when I'd tried to fight back. Yeah, part of ears was missing. Now he'd get his revenge it seemed.

"You, the termite who dared challenge me," Jay eyed me with a sparkle that symboled that he was still mad at me. Stray cats really never get over that stuff." You really got some kinda death wish dontcha kid?"

"Oh, I'm not sure about death." Said Davrik suddenly as though we weren't even there. "Been a long time since we had kittens in the group.." He gave me a meaningful stare

I felt my self shrink, this could not be happening. I was to young to have kittens, Jemima was to young to have kittens. These toms were psychos and now we were trapped in there alley and had to obey there orders.

Now Jemima clung to me like a kitten hanging onto its mother. And she seemed so much like one to. When I talked to her she seemed so much more sophisticated. But she couldn't help but be afraid could she? No, she couldn't and I'd make sure she got out of this unharmed.

Davrik nodded and his two 'friends' pried Jemima off of me. Now she cried in protest as they carried her away around to the back of the back of the trash can. I knew they must've gone into a hole in wall that led inside the building.

"So it's you in me." Davrik drawled as he looked me over. A twinkle in his eye.

I was still in a low crouch, glaring up at him. My odds here were basically 0. I mean come on he's older stronger and he's trained for fighting. But I mouthed off anyway.

"Tell me were Jemima is you disgusting, ugly, twisted beast." I growled in my most dangerous voice. I glared right back at him, trying not to avert my eyes from his. I wouldn't give in, I couldn't.

"You know, you'd be a pretty good fighter, if you didn't hang around filthy beasts like Jellicles...and dogs."He said, ignoring my threatening voice. He was probably ten times as fast and strong as I was, plus he could tell his 'friends' to do what they please with me or Jemima and that was one thing I'd rather not have happen.

It was getting rather annoying, me trying to be strong and brave while he lazed around, talking to me like I cared. It was sickening. But he was too calm, to relaxed. He knew something I didn't. Then the lightbulb came on and I practically screamed.

"What did you do to Drake!" My voice was now deadly, I didn't even half to try. I would've surprised myself if I hadn't' been so mad. My claws were now unsheahted as though I was really ready for battle. And there was so much rage burning with in me, I sure as well might've been able to beat the rat that stood in front of me.

He looked at me, also seeming surprised, but he made no move. He simply raised his hands and seemed to clap, a smirk on his mouth. Eyes glinting.

I was getting annoyed, to annoyed. I couldn't control myself. This beast had ruined my fun for the last time! I leaped.

One grey body went flying through the air at the totally surprised Davrik. I was surprising myself, feeling the energy coursing through my body. He of course being the ever ready cat he was, leaped easily out of the way and I landed on my paws. I'd admit later that it was a pretty lame attack, especially since I knew Davrik was very experienced, much older than me and at that some freakishly smart psycho freak!

He hissed loudly, crouching low, ears laid back upon his dial. Red eyes narrowed as he looked hatefully at me. Being the slow kitten I am, I know realize that Davrik was somewhat afraid of me. But I had no power at all? Except...god I can't believe I am thinking this...the power of friendship! And I thought most evil cats didn't believe in that sort of stuff!

This time it was me who smirked, a wicked triumphant smirk. I for once felt myself itching to sink my fangs into his dusty black pelt. It might seem disgusting but to a cat who wanted revenge, it was just plain satisfying. I leaped towards him and slashed out one of my paws, he ducked expertly, but I noticed that he wasn't as surefooted as before. Circled me slowly and chose to followed him with my eyes. My long tail whipped around my legs and I knew that to any passerby this looked exceptionally stupid. I had to be at least six inches shorter than him and obviously younger. Yet the strange thing was, I seemed to hold the power in this battle.

Talk about weird, but I have been in weirder situations, trust me! Well, don't ask Drake, he'll just tell you that I'm an annoying fluff ball who he unfortunately got stuck care-

He took a swing and me, actually more than one swing, and I crouched, taking the chance I rammed right towards his stomach, and I now also realized another weakness he had. As a stray he was skinny and it was hard to find food. He might be more agile but he defiantly was light. That gave me the advantage, luckily.

He gasped as he flew backyards, hitting a random trash can. The only reason I was disappointed was that there was no banana to fall on him. There was on the core of an apple!

I would've laughed as it bopped him on the head, but this was serious. Though I couldn't help but crack a grin, only some stone faced idiot wouldn't be able to not laugh. I mean, ya had to really be a hard faced person!

A low groan came from him as he brought his paw to his stomach, the other went towards his head. I stayed were I was, crouching still, ears perked. I was tense, not sure if it was a trick or not. Making a wide semi circle around him I nodded. He wasn't getting up, I could tell. I scrambled over. And stood over his weak figure. It seemed to small to me know, my mortal enemy really was at my paws, literally. I knew that now I could do whatever I wanted to him. He was totally at my mercy.

Holding paw claws near his neck I threatened him, this time it was all serious. I would not hesitate to kill him.

"Tell me where Drake is!" I hissed, brown eyes burning into his skull. I knew he could only answer me and not try to protest.

"Through there....you filthy whore." He said weakly, not even looking up at me. He pointed to a rather large whole in the wall, it was almost all the way hidden behind another trash can. It lead into the same building as Jemima had been taken away. I knew in there I could find her also.

"Thanks...you stupid bastard." I added. Raising my paw I scratch his face for that last remark. Then prowled off towards where he had pointed.

He hadn't been lying, blood, Drake's dried blood was leading into this empty building. I sighed, not even glancing back at Davrik, not wanting to. I was no longer afraid, I felt older now, more responsible. Nodding, I disappeared inside to await whatever was coming.