Quaxo's Secret Tale
By: Brittglamorra
Part 6
"…I name Munkustrap the Jellicle leader, and officially retire." Deut meowed. Silence met his words.
Even Munk was stunned into silence. They all stared up at their leader, grief and confusion radiating from everywhere. Munkus broke the looming silence, and leaped up next to his aged father.
"But father…you…I…I can't." Munk meowed. Quaxo fidgeted not-so-subtly and Deut's gaze turned to him.
"Speak Quaxo." He meowed gently with a smile. Quaxo blinked up at the leader.
"I understand your decision. And Munk, you can absolutely lead us. You have been for years. I know you can and I trust you with my life. Your father does deserve a rest before he joins Heaviside. Did you think he was going to lead us until he died?" He asked. Munk winced and blinked at the young tom.
"No. But…I'm scared." He admitted. The tribe started arguing loudly with Munk. They all told him he could, and they trusted him, and he was their protector. Quaxo nodded.
"Munk. Have faith in yourself. You are everything we need." Quaxo meowed. Old Deuteronomy nodded his head as though he had won the argument and stepped down from the Tire. He bowed in the deepest respect to the new leader, and Quaxo followed his lead, and the tribe followed Quaxo's lead. Munk blinked in surprise, then he nodded his head, determination blazing in his eyes.
"I will do my very best for this tribe." He meowed solemnly. He blinked and furrowed his brow, remembering the official words.
"I Munkustrap, Protector and Second in Command of the Jellicle's accept the position ot Jellicle Leader, and rise in position, demoting former Leader Old Deuteronomy to the rank of Jellicle Advisor." He meowed. Deut nodded his head respectfully and Munk spoke again. "Now as Leader I choose the new Protector and the next Jellicle Leader, unless death or misfortune takes him to the Heaviside layer before his time. Alonzo. Do you accept the position of Protector?" The black and white tom's eyes widened with surprise and he looked up at Munkustrap. The tribe was silent, waiting for an answer that didn't come.
"…No." He meowed. Munk's eyes widened and the tribe gasped, staring at one another in confusion. Munk faltered and he blinked at his life-long friend.
"Wh…what? Why?" He asked. Alonzo smiled up at him.
"You told me long ago that I would be your second in command one day. You said you choose me to help you look after the Tribe as the Head of the Patrols, because I was the best cat for the job. But...I am not the best cat for the job…not anymore." He meowed, meeting Munk's gaze. Munk blinked in confusion. Alonzo stepped up and spoke boldly. The tom did not often speak, but now he did so with confidence and certainty.
"I agree that I used to be the best cat for the job. But this year another cat came along. Someone no cat would expect. Since he joined us he has been nothing but helpful, making cats smile, helping cats overcome their sorrows and their fears, though he has had one of the hardest life's he always has a positive attitude. He speaks with a wisdom and intelligence greater than his years. I bet he could if he wanted to, convince us that a mouse was a rabbit. He has a pure and noble heart, and he is undyingly loyal and selfless. For his tribe he threw himself bravely at the enemy, though it was unlikely he would win. He defeated the enemy, though the circumstances were against him. He ran with greater speed than any cat before him or after, and he has saved many lives…including mine…this night. Macavity was going to kill me, and this young cat saved my life. These are only some of the reasons that I believe Mistoffelees should be the next Jellicle protector." He announced. The clearing went silent, and Quaxo gasped, broken from his thoughts as the reality of what the black and white patched tom had said hit him. All eyes turned to him and he could feel their stares like pins. He was completely in shock, but Deuteronomy nodded at the black and white toms speech.
"He saved mine too. This young tom is better suited to protect us than any cat. He has strengths that put our enemies to shame and he is indeed wise beyond his years." Deut meowed confidently. Munk began nodding his head, realization lighting his eyes, and a smile lighting his face.
"I believe Alonzo is right." He meowed. Alonzo dipped his head and vanished into the crowd who were murmuring in agreement and acceptance. Quaxo blinked.
"But…but I am still young." He pointed out, thinking of the good of the tribe. Munk nodded.
"A youthful mind will bring fresh perspective to the tribe." He meowed. Quaxo blinked…
"But…I do not deserve this in any way." He meowed. "I was only doing what I had to." He meowed. Munk smiled gently.
"Quaxo. There is no cat with a bigger heart than yours, and I would be honored if you would take up the position of Jellicle Protector." Munk meowed. Quaxo blinked, his jaw slack. He turned his gaze towards the cats. They were all smiling encouragingly. Tugger was nodding his head, and smiling at Quaxo. Teazer was smiling at him with utter affection. They all had such confidence in him.
Quaxo blinked, thinking about it. Perhaps this would be good. He could protect the tribe better that way. He blinked at his paws for a very long time then with a heavy sigh looked up at Munk. Munk blinked, looking worried that he would refuse.
"Ok. I will become the Protector…but none of you must treat me any differently." He meowed, a new found pride and determination welling up from within him. He smiled gratefully as cheers rang up like 'vivat' from among the cats. Munk once more spoke the official words.
"As Leader I choose the new Protector and the next Jellicle Leader, unless death or misfortune takes him to the Heaviside layer before his time. Quaxo Mistoffelees. Do you accept the position of Protector?" Munk asked formally. Quaxo stood taller.
"I do." He meowed sincerely.
"Then I Munkustrap, leader of the Jellicle's name thee, Quaxo Mistoffelees the Jellicle Protector. Protect and defend this tribe even at the cost of your life, lead with fairness, and kindness, and fight always for what is right." Munkustrap meowed. Quaxo dipped his head low, his whiskers brushing the ground.
"I will." He vowed. Munk nodded, and flicked his tail.
"This gathering is now dismissed. Return to your dens for some well-earned sleep." He meowed. Quaxo sighed with relief as cats scattered around him and turned to pad into his den when and alarmed voice called out.
"Quaxo! Your head is bleeding!" It was Tugger, blinking in shock, at the nasty wound. Munk, Deut, Teazer, Jerrie and Jenny all froze and returned to him. Quaxo blinked, remembering.
"Oh yeah. This is from Macavity throwing me against a garbage bin." He meowed. Suddenly there was a pale outline. It slipped from his body and stood before him, eyes concerned. Munk blinked in shock.
"Likia?" He gasped. The she-cat waved her tail in kind greeting at the others, but focused on her son.
"It will mend with time, but the journey will be treacherous. Do not believe you will die, because you will not, and your wound will heal, if you rest a lot. I must return to where I belong. Farewell my son." She meowed. Quaxo watched her blinking, as she bound across the clearing, leaping into the air, and vanished into the sky. Jenny immediately nearly leaped on him, checking over his wound…It was bad and it throbbed annoyingly. Quaxo decided to go ask Tanto and Cori how to heal himself whenever he woke up. He crawled into his pipe finally and collapsed, drifting into a deep sleep. It was dark and disturbed, and the pain in his head grew steadily worse throughout the night.
By morning Quaxo was in a feverish daze, his eyes fluttering in his sleep, and his paw pads sweating. He was too weak to move, and Tugger was not there. He had slept over at Bomba's. Quaxo's throat was dry and he could not force himself up. He felt like there was fire everywhere. But he could not move…he just burned…It was near noon when he sensed cats moving about outside. He tried to make a noise, but none came. He cast his dazed and confused mind out into the junkyard…he could hear all the cats conversations, but he could not seem to be able to penetrate their minds. He blinked, slowly, listening. He located Tugger and Munk. Tugger was heading towards the den, when Munk cut him off.
"You probably should not go in there. Quaxo is still asleep. He must be really tired after a full night of dancing, fighting, and magic, and then the news delivered upon him this morning." Munk meowed. Tugger blinked.
"Ok. I will go catch a wink on the Tire." He meowed, padding over to where Old Deut was stretched out snoring softly on the Tire. Tugger stretched out behind him on the other side, and drifted off…Munk padded off to organize patrols. Quaxo sent his mind towards Jenny's den. He could hear her and Skimble talking quietly, while all the kittens were asleep in the back of the den.
Skimble was staring out into the clearing, watching Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie wrestle, tails flying about. He sighed, and Jenny padded up beside him. Her eyes were gentle, but there was a pain buried deep. However she smiled gently and spoke softly.
"Are you ever going to tell them that you're their father?" She asked quietly. Skimble's eyes widened, and he blinked at his mate with shock. She narrowed her eyes. "I know you Skimble. I have been your best friend since we were kittens, and mates since we were Victoria's age. I know what you like, what you dislike, your strengths, your weakness's, I know every part of you. Those two look a lot like you if you really look Skimble. And they have your eyes, and they have your fur color." She meowed softly. Skimble sighed and flattened his ears.
"I…I am so sorry Jenny…I didn't mean too. Someone spiked my Scotch with something stronger…I was not thinking…I have always regretted it. I love YOU Jenny." He meowed. She smiled with a purr and rubbed her head against his cheek.
"I know. I love you too. I am not mad at you. I understand. But I wish you had have told me originally. Did you think I would hate you?" She asked. He blinked and stared at her with sorrow.
"No luv. But at the time I was scared. I promise I will not keep anything from you ever again." He meowed. Jenny smiled with a purr, licking his cheek.
"I know you won't. But Skimble, don't regret it. Those two are wonderful cats, and you should be proud to call them your kits." She meowed. He nodded gently and sighed.
"Thank you Jenny. I will tell them…just not yet." He meowed.
Quaxo slumped into the blankets, giving up on searching. Sickness and fever blurred out his feelings of happiness for the couple, and fondness, and respect for them. He blinked, his breathing really shallow. He remembered his mother's words that morning, but he did not believe her for some reason, though he knew he should. Perhaps it was the heat in his body, the fact that even though he was a cat sweat was breaking out on his forehead, making his fur stick and clump to his skin. And that made him shiver. Darkness edged his vision, and his sense, but he forced himself to stay awake, and the effort it took was nearly unbearable. Then suddenly he knew someone was aware he was sick. He desperately cast his mind out and saw that Cori and Tanto had woke, and instantly sensed his agony. They raced into the clearing, and halted outside Jenny's den.
"Jenny!" Tanto said, eyes wide with terror. The fact that the twin was showing such a powerful emotion scared her more than her loud yowl. She started away from her mate, and blinked in shock and fear. She blinked.
"What is it?" She asked nervously.
"Its Quaxo! He is dying!" Tanto meowed, panting. Cori's eyes were wide.
"We never found him, but as soon as we woke up we could feel something wrong. We searched it out…Quaxo is dying…" He said fearfully. Instantly Jenny took off across the clearing, Skimble and the twins on her tail. Tugger smelled fear, and woke watching the cats run towards Quaxo's den, Jenny in the lead. He leaped up and raced after them too. Any cat in the clearing, noticed the commotion, and followed them…Quaxo was suddenly snapped back into his own mind…He could hear them coming, and blinked blearily as Jenny rushed it. She paused over Quaxo and stared at him.
"Can you hear me Quaxo?" She asked. Quaxo tried to answer, but he could not move or speak. He blinked twice rapidly. Jenny pursed her lips, and she stared at him with fear. "Skimble! Get him to the den!" She ordered briskly. Skimble slipped inside the narrow pipe and Jenny slipped past him, looking in as he gently clutched Quaxo's scruff…pain tore through him but all he could do was give a strange whimper sort of squeak. Skimble winced and let him back down. He frowned down at the young tom, trying to figure out how to move the tom, without hurting him. Then he blinked. He grasped the corner of the blanket beneath the black tom and pulled him very slow and gently from the pipe. There was pain at being moved, but it was nothing to the fire that he had felt when Skimble's narrow ivory fangs met his skin. It had pulled on his wound just above there, and he felt much more comfortable here. The sunlight made him wince…or think he did, when really he just lay there and blinked…
The tribe stared down at the weak, sweaty scrap with fear and worry in their eyes. Tugger, Alonzo, Skimble, and Asparagus lifted his blanket up, carefully cradling him between them. Quaxo stared into Tugger's eyes silently, as Tugger gazed back, such fear and pain in his eyes it looked as though tears were going to fall. Quaxo blinked blearily, feeling the darkness push in again. He blinked, his eyes rolling wildly. Tugger gasped, and the others looked at Quaxo, who fought to stay awake. After what felt like an eternity Quaxo felt them set him down in Jenny's home. His eyes peeled open the slightest crack, and the light was dim once more. Jenny was crouched over him, while Skimble pushed the others from the room. Jenny very gently licked the caked blood off his head, and Quaxo felt such pain…but he could do nothing but lay there, and bear it. Jenny suddenly gasped. Quaxo heard Skimble slip in again, pressing close to his mate.
"Whats wrong?" He asked.
"I figured out what is wrong. Look. There is a piece of metal lodged in his head, right in his skull. Look at how the fur splits out around it, and the flesh is jagged. He never hit his head on the garbage bin Skimble. He never got close enough. He simply hit a piece of protruding metal and it broke off in his head." She murmured softly. Skimble let out a quiet breath, and Quaxo felt Jenny bend down again…oohhhhhhh! The fire! Jenny had gently pressed her teeth into his wound, and sunk them around the small shard of metal. She clamped her jaw shut and slowly pulled. Quaxo suddenly felt more than fire all over his body…it tingled, and a screech of agony rose in his throat. Wherever the piece of metal had been lodged, it had seemed to paralyze him. And finally his voice was heard.
"Ooooowwwwww!" He yowled…but his voice was quiet and weak, and his head twitched. Jenny lay a calming paw on his shoulder, and Quaxo lay, panting. The pain was far worse now that he could actually feel it, and his whole body felt like it was just thrown in molten lava, inside out. He stared up into Jenny's eyes, fear in his. Her soft pale blue eyes calmed him, and he stared there without blinking. Jenny worked quickly and carefully, pasting a few mashed herbs she had found in the forest behind the park, to his wound gently, and then gently wrapping it with clean white cloth. She fastened it behind his head, and Quaxo blinked at her. The pain was finally ebbing. But it was still bad. He did not believe he would live.
"Please send me Tanto and Cori." He rasped in a very weak voice. Jenny nodded, and called in the mystic twins, they padded up nervousness and fear radiating from them. Quaxo blinked.
"Do you know how I can heal myself?" he rasped. Tanto blinked.
"We do…but it takes up to a week for bad injuries to heal." She meowed. Quaxo blinked.
"Please tell me." He meowed. Tanto nodded, and Cori crouched by him. The twins twined tails and touched their muzzles to his forehead, speaking directly into his mind, as he welcomed them in.
Focus all your energy and powers on the source of the pain. Locate the source, and force your power there…picture the flames of pain being extinguished by a cool and refreshing water, flowing over and in, making it painless once more. Picture the flesh knitting itself together, and the bone fusing back into place. Banish out the infection. Send in your own flames to chase the nasty foul infection away. Tanto told him in his head. Quaxo concentrated, and the twins focussed their own healing powers on his wound. Quaxo weakly forced his power to the surface and focused it on the wound. He could slowly feel it begin to heal, and miserably kept on…and on…soon he was oblivious, until Tanto touched her nose to his. He blinked.
"It's ok. You did it as much as you could. You are done now. Your wound is slowly healing." She murmured. Quaxo nodded, and watched the two vanish. Jenny was near him, moving about, worry radiating from her. The darkness began to close in again and Quaxo finally succumbed to the black.
When he woke again it was near midnight the next day…so he thought. Skimble was curled around the young rom keeping him warm, and snoring softly in the still evening air. Quaxo was stiff as a board, and ached dully all over. But whatever tearing and stabbing and shooting pain he had felt all over, had faded away, to the present ache. He was a bit dizzy, but that was understandable. Quaxo blinked again and he noticed something very curious. Tugger was curled up in the den entrance, facing towards Quaxo looking troubled in his sleep. And beyond him outside the den, the entire tribe was gathered, sleeping out there…all of them…even timid and aloof Exotica. He blinked and moved his head. He felt with relief that, yes it still hurt, but it did not send spots flying across his vision.
Skimble started, taking a rapid breath, and lifting his head. He stared at Quaxo, whose green eyes glowed in the moonlight, bright and alert. He sighed, and relief rested his head on his paws again.
"Glad you're alright Misto." He whispered. Quaxo blinked and nodded, swallowing down the dryness in his throat which was still there.
"Thanks…how long have they been sleeping there?" Quaxo whispered hoarsely, gesturing to the tribe. Skimble blinked.
"For the last four days." He murmured. Quaxo's eyes widened.
"I have been out for four days?" He asked.
"Five." Skimbleshanks replied. "They didn't know what happened the first night, and Jenny didn't want them to. But Tumble went and blathered it about. To everybody who did not see you get hauled across the clearing, unconscious and in a blanket." He meowed. Quaxo blinked in surprise.
"Why would they wait so long for me?" He whispered. Skimble looked at the young tom with a surprised look on his face.
"They all love you Misto. You saved so many lives here, you do magic, good magic, you are a great tom…and you are their protector now." Skimble breathed back. Quaxo sighed and stared at them.
"I never knew they cared so much." He murmured. Suddenly something grey bothered his eyes. The dawn was creeping stealthily into the junkyard. Quaxo staggered to his paws, and Skimble helped him limp towards Tugger. His head was spinning again, but he focused on the tom whom had raised him. Skimble stepped back, as Quaxo buried his face in the squirming and whimpering tom's mane. Tugger startled away, accidentally jerking Quaxo's head up, but Quaxo did not care, and ignored it. Tugger's warm and pained blue eyes landed on him, and instantly filled with tears. Tugger pulled Quaxo to him, and curled up around him, not letting him go.
Quaxo squirmed a little, and Tugger loosened his tail. Quaxo slumped into The Rum Tum Tugger's fur, and drifted into a strange sleep. Tugger quickly fell asleep too, snoring softly, his heart beating against Quaxo's back lightly.
When Quaxo woke again Tugger was also stirring. The tribe was still sleeping outside, though the sun climbed steadily higher in the sky. Every cat seemed reluctant to leave him. Deut and Munk were sleeping just outside the den, and Teazer, Jerrie, Tanto, Cori, and Victoria after, then the rest of the tribe, variously scattered. Quaxo slowly rose and walked up to Deut, gently nudging his head. Deut's soft twinkling blue eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at Quaxo. He smiled, and Quaxo nudged Munk. The silver tom rose to his paws, stretching with a relieved smile. And so Quaxo went, limping heavily throughout the tribe, and gently nosing each cat awake. When he woke Cori, Tanto woke instantaneously at the same time as her brother. Quaxo rolled his eyes and moved on. Soon the entire tribe was awake and the morning hummed with the constant quiet chatter of the tribe cats, as they celebrated, and welcomed him, and greeted him, and showered him affection. Quaxo was usually very shy, but he blushed, and allowed the tribe to shower him with love. He was very confused. He did not even know on a personal level some cats in the tribe, yet they all cherished him. He suddenly realized that he had a bond with these cats, blood or not, being a fellow Jellicle meant everything to them, and him being their new Jellicle Protector, meant the world more. He smiled happily, his head buzzing a bit.
After what seemed like ages the cats began to disperse reluctantly, not at all eager to leave him and go about their duties. Tugger, Jerrie, and Teazer were the only ones that remained and followed him into Jenny's den. Quaxo suddenly heard a deep and terrified mewling. He darted past his friends and into the kitten's room. The oldest kitten, Victoria, was looking rather ill, and she had accidentally kicked Etcy awake. In turn El, Pounce, Tumble, Billy, and Jem had woken, their ears flattened, staring at the white queen, who was really looking more greenish. The young teenager raced past Quaxo and out of the den. Quaxo followed her, and came upon her losing last night's dinner in the shadows behind the den. Then the queen slumped against the junk pile nearby and slid off her paws. Quaxo walked up to her, and sat next to the younger queen.
"You're sick?" He murmured questioningly. Victoria blinked painfully at him with a shrug.
"I…I don't know." She rasped with fear. But she was looking pale, even for an ivory cat, and a cold sweat pasted her fur to her head. Quaxo blinked in shock as she collapsed.
"Jenny!" He howled in fear, crouching over the queen with concern. Seconds later Tugger and Jenny appeared with Jem, Jerrie, and Teazer on their heels. Jenny crouched by Vicky and took her temperature. She then checked her all over. Fear-scent instantly radiated from Jenny's body. Quaxo swallowed heavily as she spoke.
"I….I need Skimble." She meowed nervously. Jem darted into the den with the mischievous twins. Skimble appeared a moment later, and ran to his mate. She looked deep, deep into his eyes, and he swallowed when he saw fear there.
"What is it Jen?" He asked. The queen blinked, tears in her eyes.
"Talloma." She replied darkly. Anyone in or near the den froze, their breaths hitching. Quaxo swallowed nervously.
"What is that?" He asked in a cracked voice.
"Its…it's a disease that one can never wake up from unless they are injected with a certain formula, that requires the blood from kin." She meowed gravely. Quaxo blinked in confusion.
"So what? There are lots of members in her family." He meowed. "Jelly and Admetus primarily. Jenny and Skimble glanced at one another before glancing back at Quaxo with concern. He narrowed his eyes. He didn't have to read their minds. After the way Ella had acted…He had only heard rumors of who Ella's litter-sister had been. He narrowed his eyes to slits, worry in them.
"Victoria is Griddlebone's isn't she?" he asked quietly, eyes narrowed. Jenny startled then looked angry for a moment.
"You know I wish you would stay out of our heads." Jenny snapped in annoyance. She glared at him with pain in her eyes, and Quaxo knew she had confirmed his suspicions. His eyes were round and gentle, soulful green.
"I don't just go into my tribemates heads. That's an invasion of privacy…And besides you would know if I had of. Right Skimble?" He asked the ginger calico tom. Skimble nodded in return, looking a bit uncomfortable. Jenny's eyes softened.
"I'm sorry Quaxo…I don't know how I could have thought that." She meowed quietly. Then she looked up at him. "But how did you know? Even Victoria does not know. Only Skimble, Admetus, myself and Jelly know." She meowed. Quaxo blinked.
"I think you will find I am a very observant tom, and I noticed the way Ella was around Victoria. I have also heard rumors of Ella being sisters with Griddlebone, so I put two and two together." He meowed. Jenny blinked.
"How come you did not suspect that she was not Ella's instead?" Jenny asked. Quaxo smiled.
"Ella is fixed, and has been since she was six months old." He meowed. Jenny gasped and wrinkled her nose.
"That's terrible!" She breathed. Quaxo nodded, his head with an amused afterthought.
"They tried to fix me two weeks ago too." He meowed. Jenny and Skimble gasped and awkwardly stared at him. He smirked when Skimble cleared his throat.
"Tried?" The old tom asked. A mischievous glint entered his eyes.
"Oh they tried…but I killed them." He meowed with a dark grin. Jenny gasped and Skimble gawked at him.
"You didn't!" Skimble protested in shock.
"No! Of course not!" Quaxo laughed. "I did something worse. I performed magic in front of them, and freaked the heck out of them! Then I just vanished and reappeared behind them and knocked the anesthetic and sharp things on the floor, and glared at them with a hiss." He laughed. Jenny and Skimble's eyes widened in shock and worry.
"But Quaxo, you will get our world discovered by the humans!" Jenny meowed. Quaxo laughed.
"They won't tell anyone." He meowed.
"How do you know?" Skimble asked sternly.
"Because everyone else would not believe them, and would call them crazy." He meowed. Jenny and Skimble rolled their eyes, and Quaxo grew serious once more.
"We need blood from kin." He meowed darkly. "And Ella cannot do it. Her Majesty went away on a trip to Canada, and took Ella with her." He meowed gravely. Jenny shivered visibly. Fear-scent radiated from her and she stared into his eyes.
"Then someone will have to go and find Griddlebone." She meowed. Quaxo blinked.
"I will do it." He meowed. Skimble and Jenny stiffened as one.
"No!" they both snapped. Quaxo narrowed his eyes.
"Why not?" He demanded. "I am magical. I could just think of her, and appear at her side." He meowed. Jenny and Skimble glanced at one another, their eyes dark.
"Because Griddlebone works for Macavity. She lives in his lair." She meowed darkly. Quaxo blinked, and his brow furrowed.
"And I suppose you know where it is?" He asked bitterly. Both looked at one another, and frowned with fear. Quaxo nodded. "It will be me that goes. He cannot keep me there if I am captured, and I don't think he will try anything anyways." Quaxo growled.
"Why not?" Skimble asked.
"Because I hurt him pretty bad that night, and he is scared of me." He growled. Skimble and Jenny looked at one another uncertainly. Quaxo felt frustration and anger boil up in him. "Look! No matter what you say I am going! Vicky is one of my best friends, and this whole tribe is my family. I will not sit here and let her die when I know I can help!" He snarled. He turned without waiting for an answer and vanished into the dusk that was now falling. Wherever had the time gone? Quaxo felt air whirl around him, and there was a small *pop* as he appeared in an alley. He peered out and saw a huge old warehouse that looked abandoned.
Quaxo stood for a few extra moments, and then narrowing his eyes strolled out into the light of the sliver of Jellicle moon. He could see a cat, hiding near the door, and its eyes shot to him almost immediately. Quaxo walked right up to it, his green eyes blazing with determination and glinting as hard as steel.
"What do you want?! This is private territory!" Snarled the ragged black cat, with sickly yellow eyes. Quaxo blinked, un-phased.
"I have come to speak to Macavity." He said in a strong and deep voice.
Yee! Another chapter done and another Mac confrontation incoming! ^^ Hope you guys enjoyed!