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Chapter 2: Misto's Story
"I was walking back to the junkyard when I sensed someone's presence not far away. I jumped onto a box and headed to where the sense was coming from. Jumping from box to box I finally heard voices. I crouched low on the box and shimmied to the edge and looked down onto a terrible scene. There was Macavity standing in the middle of a circle of his henchcats, formulating a plan. I over heard him saying that they were going to take the Jellicle Junkyard by storm and imprison all of the Jellicles." "How is he planning to do this, boy?" Bustopher asked. "A surprise attack, the Jellicles won't be suspecting it. All he has to do is capture one and then the rest will do whatever he asks out of fear that he will hurt his prisoner. I have to warn them!" he finished and began to run off again. "Hold up there lad," Skimble said, once again grabbing him, "You're not going anywhere without me as back-up. Macavity may already be there with his henchcats. If so, you will be outnumbered by about forty to one!" "Fine," Misto said, anxious to go warn the others. "Good," Skimble said, "Bustopher, I'm sorry lad, but you're going to have to go home. I'm afraid that you aren't really in good enough shape to battle." Bustopher, Looking somewhat relieved, replied, "Alright, be careful you two, and take good care of my nephew Skimble." And he waddled off.
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Skimble and Misto began to make their way to the junkyard. They traveled in silence for a few minutes, and then Skimble spoke, "You know laddie, that story you told earlier didn't explain that scratch on your face." Misto stayed quiet for a few moments before replying, "Macavity sensed my presence and attacked me without warning. I managed to disappear, but not before a small battle." Misto touched the gash on his face, absentmindedly, and remained silent. Skimble just looked at him and stayed silent as well.
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The two walked on, they were about ten feet from the junkyard entrance when Misto froze. "What is it lad?" Skimble asked. Misto grabbed him, said "This way" and led him to the back entrance of the junkyard. Misto peeked around the corner, then turned to Skimble, "Okay," he said, "follow me and be sure not to get any closer than I am, and also, when I stop be sure to stop too, and be as still as possible." "Why?" Skimble asked. "Because," Misto said gravely, "Macavity might sense us."
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW? (Demetergirl makes her best Jemima eyes) How can you resist the Jemima eyes! Anyway, I really like this story so far, please tell what you think! Criticism welcome!
P.S. This chapter goes out to all my friends from school, especially the ones who actually read and review it! LUL!