Munkustrap immediately took action, giving orders to everyone who was around, "Jenny, Jelly – get the kittens to safety. Asparagus – find Mistoffelees, Plato, Victoria and other queens, make sure they get to the underground. Skimbleshanks – get the other toms rounded up. Mungojerrie – me, you and Rumpelteazer are going to have a serious talk after this; for now, you're coming with me."

The kittens began looking between each other as they were hastily ushered away, hoping to find an answer but kept being met with the same bewildered face. Rumpelteazer looked up at Mungojerrie with a worried expression, he looked back at her and nodded, "Go." She went up to him and gave him a kiss before she joined Jennyanydots and Jellylorum as the toms separated.

"What's going on," Jemima asked, as Rumpelteazer ran ahead of them.

"Shh," Jellylorum shushed as Rumpel lifted up a piece of corkboard, revealing a hole underneath it. Jenny began to file the kittens in, telling them to keep going until they reached the wall. Etcetera was the first shoved into the tunnel, having to go on all fours in order to walk under the low ceiling. There was very little light down there, the only source she could find was the one from the opening, but that light was becoming scarcer as others began going in after her. After a few minutes of uncertain crawling, she found herself in a fairly big alcove, high enough for her to stand in and wide enough to hold a good twenty cats. She walked in a bit more, sitting against one of the dirt walls as Pouncival, Jemima, Electra, and Tumblebrutus joined her. There was a bit of a pause before Jennyanydots came in with Jelly and Rumpel following. Etcetera figured that her figure slowed her down, having to squeeze through the small passageways.

"Jennyanydots," Pouncival said tentatively, "What's going on?"

Jenny looked down at him, "Macavity."

"What's Macavity?"

She opened her mouth to continue when the tunnel was lit up. The kittens huddled towards Jenny and Jelly as Rumpelteazer went on all fours and crawled towards the light. There was a moment's pause as they were plunged back into darkness before they heard Rumpel's voice, "It's just Misto and them."

They collectively breathed a sigh of relief as the faint outlines of the cats were seen creeping in and sat along the far wall. They could make out Victoria quite easily although others like Cassandra, Tantomile and Exotica were harder because of their dark colorings. The kittens all went with their caregivers; curling up by their sides and clutching to them in fear of the unknown. Mistoffelees sat next to Rumpelteazer, who was all alone in a corner, giving her shoulder a reassuring nuzzle.

Jenny looked back down at the other cats in their underground safe house, "Macavity is a ginger cat, he's tall and thin with sunken in eyes. He's the Napoleon of Crime, a terror to all... a mystery cat."

"That doesn't really tell us much," Jemima said from beside Exotica.

"Macavity is a crime lord," Rumpelteazer spoke up, "He has cats in his employ; he makes them spread terror and steal for him when he's too busy to do it himself. He's sadistic, twisted, and a genius who has no problem with killing a few cats if that means he'll get his way."

Electra clutched on to Demeter, who seemed scared enough that Macavity was about. "Rumpelteazer, that's enough," she hissed, wrapping her arms around Electra, "You're scaring the kits."

"It's better that they fear him," Rumpel said, looking over at her, "It'll keep them from going after him and finding all that out first hand."

Demeter seemed to consider that for a moment, giving the calico a hard glare before looking away. Misto gave Rumpelteazer a calculating look, "What's been with you lately? First you tick off Jennyanydots and now Demeter..."

"I'm just not in the mood," Rumpel whispered, drawing idly in the dirt. Misto nodded, giving her shoulder a friendly nuzzle before padding over to Victoria's side. They all sat in silence, the air was tense but they didn't seem to notice. They weren't there long enough to notice. The tunnel lit up once again, everyone turning to it. Rumpelteazer went to scout out who it was. Nobody else made an attempt to go; they were all clinging to those near them. There was a muffled scream from inside the channel; Mistoffelees went to his paws, about to go to her aid, when her voice rang out, "Mungojerrie, you scared the beating heart right out of me!"

He, and all others, relaxed, hearing Mungo apologizing to her, "Sorry, Tea, but it was just so tempting." He raised his voice slightly, it echoing off of the walls, "It's alright everyone. Just a scare – you can all come out now."

Bombalurina was the first to get up to leave their underground sanctuary, obviously displeased that she was sent down there while the toms got to play 'hero' and protect them from Macavity – who wasn't there, as usual. She began to help the kittens out of the hole; it was much too deep for them to climb out of on their own. Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer stayed off to a side, waiting for the elder cats to come out. Seeing Jennyanydots, Mungo slowly approached her, "Uh... Jenny?"

"Yes, Mungojerrie," she asked, turned around to face him.

"Me and Teaze, we got to go talk to Munkustrap," he explained carefully, "You don't mind watching the kittens for the rest of the day, do you?"

For a moment, it looked as if she was going to say that she did mind. Luckily, she shook her head, "No, I don't. You two go."

Mungo hastily said a 'thank you' before grabbing Rumpel's paw and leading her to where Munkustrap was waiting for them. Victoria looked between Plato and Mistoffelees as they other cats left the area, going back to what they were doing, "What do you think they have to talk to Munkustrap about?"

"Probably about getting a hiding spot closer to where they watch the kits in case this happens again," Plato said, trying to cover the hole back up with the corkboard.

"Are you sure," Victoria asked, tilting her head to a side, "It seemed a bit more personal then that... almost like they were hiding something."

"You're crazy," Misto said as he picked up the other side of the board and helped Plato, "What would they be hiding?"

"Maybe they're becoming mates," Victoria guessed as Mistoffelees shook his head.

"They would have told me and they wouldn't have looked so scared. Besides, they said they'd be gone all day."

"Maybe she's pregnant."

Mistoffelees dropped the corkboard, turning to face her, a stunned expression on his face, "What makes you say that?"

"Well, what else could it be? I mean; they were terrified, Rumpel's been cranky – that could be a side effect of the hormones or something. They needed to talk to Munkustrap; they'll be gone all day. They could have to talk about what they're going to do since they're un-mated and she's pregnant."

"Wouldn't it just be easier to become mates then," Plato asked.

"It would be," the tux tom nodded, "And it would be more their style to do that and sneak around it than do everything that Victoria said."

"Then what do you think it is," Victoria asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I don't know," Mistoffelees shrugged, "Maybe they're doing what Plato said... Or they could need some time off from watching the kits. You saw how it was the other day, they obviously need a break."

"They have one – it's today."

"You know what," Plato said, breaking up the two, "Maybe it's none of our business why they needed to talk to them and maybe we should get something to eat."

"Yeah, good point."

"Let's do that."

A/N: So, I'm sitting here, Ma's putting more pink in my hair – thank you Ma – and mulling around and I though – I should really update this. So, that's what I'm doing. And once the dye is washed out – I think I'll go bowling... so long as it's not storming. The wind just blew a window fan right out of the window. It's a little strong today...

Mystitat – I had to use an online translator to find out what you wee saying. The extent of my Spanish is; "El elephanté es grise et grandé." My French is much, MUCH broader then that.

Mima-Love – What are you talking about? I thought that you – above all people – would know that Macavity's not (nor is he ever) there.

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