A/N: Thanks to all who have reviewed, I feel a lot better knowing nobody will think I'm morbid for writing the word whore or something like that. This also serves as a warning, because I will be a lot more lax about what I write, instead of trying to find words around what I really want to say.

As it turned out, sleeping did not help me figure out the problem of whether or not to kill Macavity, my father. But it did help me solve how to get the sympathy of the Jellicles on my side, so that I wouldn't get thrown out like Munkustrap said I would. It involved Tugger, and some emotions I haven't felt in years. Hopefully, his crush on me was as big as I thought it was. Silently, I hunted him down. I was fortunate enough that I wasn't seen by anyone, otherwise I would have gotten some pretty strange looks. I had been using every tactic I had ever learned to make myself nearly invisible, creeping slowly and close to the ground. The Rum Tum Tugger could not see me first, otherwise my plan would be ruined. Finally, I saw him in the distance, between two junk piles. It looked like he was looking for someone, probably me.

Forcing my self to sob hysterically, I hid behind one of the junk piles, and put the tip of my tail out where he could see it. As I suspected, he soon came into view, a slightly worried look on his face.

"You know I don't like 'em when they cry, babes." he said, it was his way of wanting me to stop.

"It's just awful, Tugger. Just awful." I did my best to sound as distressed as I could. It worked, and he sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close.

"Tell me." he said in his persuasive voice, a voice that I admit that was hard to refuse.

"Well, after I met with Old Deuteronomy, I went stargazing. Munkustrap joined me and was asking about where I came from, my family, and that kind of stuff." I began, being sure to break my dialogue with sobs.

"That doesn't sound bad, you told me you had no idea who your parents were." he said, "consoling" me.

"That's just it; I know what my brother looked like, and Munkustrap asked for me to describe him. Then..." I purposefully dropped off, as if the next part distressed me too much to really talk about it.

"Go on." Tugger insisted.

"He told me that my brother looked exactly like... like... like Macavity!" I sank into his well muscled chest, and increased the volume of my crying. He sat there silently, and for a while, I doubted if my plan worked.

"That's terrible." he said, and I could tell without looking that he was stunned my what I had told him.

"Munkustrap said that if the rest of the Jellicles found out, they would rip me to shreds." I had put him in a dilemma: I had made it plainly obvious that I did not want to be Macavity's daughter, but I was still the daughter of their sworn enemy. I was aware that I got my aggressive fighting instincts from my father, even before I knew who he was. Griddlebone was too much a glamor cat to ever fight. Battle had always been my thing: the adrenaline rush, the tension, it was something I had to admit that I enjoyed. The only part about it that I questioned was when I defeated my opponent; would I kill them or not? That's where my slight addiction came in. More often than not, my opponent ended up dead. For now, I reminded myself that I had always made it quick, and the only pain they felt was from fighting.

Returning to the present, I prayed for Tugger's next words. If they were along the lines of 'there there, it's ok,' than I would be fine. But if they weren't, or he just remained silent, I may as well leave. I wondered how I could become so attached to this place over night. Usually, I left places like this in a hurry.

"You know what that makes me, Rose?" he asked, a hint of humor in his voice.

"What?" I asked, honestly baffled.

"Your uncle. So is Munkustrap and Mistofelees. We're all his brothers." he said, needing no explanation of who hewas. It took a moment for me to realize that I had a crush on my uncle, although it immediately went away. I was actually kinda glad; I didn't want enemies here, and Bombalurina had been looking pretty angry. "So your really Macavity's daughter?"

"I guess. I don't know if I could call him my father, seeing as how I've never even seen him before. In fact, I hadn't even heard of Macavity until I came here." I answered, careful to slowly stop my tears. "You won't let the Jellicles throw me out, will you? This is the first tribe I've actually wanted to stay in when I get older."

"Of course not. If Macavity's own brothers can stay here, so can his daughter. I'll make sure of it. And your family depends on who raises you, not who sired you." I inwardly chuckled as I noticed he had entirely dropped the word 'babe.'

"Wait a minute, how can you be his brother? You would be much too young, seeing as I'm 25. You told me you weren't much older."

"He's older than me by 15 years, Munkustrap 5, and Misto is younger by 3. Old Deuteronomy had a serious relationship with Grizabella. They were married for quite a while, before Griz was kicked out." he replied, though in a voice that told me not to continue into this subject. I thought for a moment. Tugger had told me that he was 29, only four years older than me. That meant that Macavity was 44 years old, still too young to be feeling the effects of old age. And that meant that he was only 19 when I was born. That thought made me cringe, and I once again felt dirty to be his daughter.

"Munkustrap didn't say anything about him being Macavity's brother?" He asked.

"Nuh-uh. He said that if the Jellicles found out that Macavity's own flesh and blood had been invited to join the tribe, you guys would have a fit." I responded, seeing where this was going to go. Munkustrap was of even closer blood to Macavity than I was.

"That bastard. I can't believe he would do that to you. You must have felt horrible. But like I said before; I'll take care of it. Trust Uncle Tugger." I laughed at his joke. No matter what, I would consider him too young to be my uncle. Maybe as an older brother. Even though I had found out even more about my family, my plan still worked. I wouldn't get thrown out. Despite the fact that I had only known Rum Tum Tugger for a day, I felt like I could trust him to get the job done right. Relieved, I walked off to go find something to eat. No longer was Macavity the only living member of my family. It pleased me that my heritage wasn't all bad. Then I started thinking. Unknowingly, Rum Tum Tugger had solved my other problem. He was right when he said that your family is made of those who raise you. I would do it. I would kill Macavity.