Over the past two weeks, nothing much happened between Sapphira and Tugger, or even the whole tribe. Everything was sullen since Sapphira refused to be in contact with the Rum Tum Tugger.
On a lazy, late evening, Sapphira was sitting right by the broken-down oven, talking to her newly found friends: Jemima and Victoria. They were conversing of the ways of the Pekes and Pollicles and how dim they all were.
Suddenly, a crash of lightning struck and all of the kittens gaped at the sight of a brutal ginger cat. He wasn't just any cat… He was Macavity. Sapphira looked onward at him and furrowed her eyebrows. Since she had somewhat recently arrived, she lacked any knowledge about this wicked cat, but she still knew he was not welcome in this part of the junkyard.
"Macavity!" Victoria yelled with a dismayed look. Instantly, out of nowhere, Plato jumped through the gates of the junkyard from outside of the park and shielded Victoria. When Munkustrap heard the alert, he jumped from the tallest mound of metal (also known as the watchtower) in the junkyard and vaulted right onto Macavity's slender back. They fought and fought and fought until Macavity threw Munkustrap into a pile of sharp metal. Everyone came to Munkustrap's aid and they licked his fur of any blood.
Sapphira licked Munkustrap very carefully, trying not to hurt him. While all the cats were assisting Munkustrap, Macavity saw a perfect opportunity; he seized Sapphira right by the stomach and pushed her side against a rusted refrigerator. She breathed heavily hoping that whatever Macavity was going to do, it wouldn't have to do anything with converging himself with her. She knew she was striking, but she hated being in situations like these.
"Ah, a new blood! Let's see what I can execute with you…" He said slowly scratching her snowy, white cheeks. To Sapphira's horror, he started moving his mouth closer to hers. His breath was cold and vile, it felt to her as if death was breathing down her spine.
"Stop it, just stop! Don't you dare lay a finger on me! I won't let you do this!" She said, somewhat whispering with a shaky, enraged voice.
"Watch me…" He licked her cheek slowly and passionately, and just like that, disappeared with Sapphira.
While all of this was going on, the Tugger was lying in bed of grass and hay, with an old, dirty blanket he found in the park. He was cuddling with Demeter, Bombalurina's own sister and Munkustrap's own mate, until he heard Plato yell.
Tugger jerked up, out of bed, causing Demeter to hit her head on the bedframe, since before, she was lying on The Tugger's bare chest. "Ouch!" Demeter remarked, looking at the Tugger in an angry way.
"Sorry Deme, I've gotta go!" He replied, walking out of 'his' den. He ran towards Plato and said, "Plato! What happened?!"
"Macavity happened. He took Sapphira! He started enjoy himself with her, he licked her, and then just vanished! Sapphira tried to stop him but he had her restrained by then!" Plato explained. His words were jumbled and his tongue was stuck to the back of his mouth, but the Tugger knew what he had said, for he sensed Sapphira's panicked spirit around the junkyard.
"I've got to get her!" The Tugger said. He sighed and thought she's one tough queen. First, she rejects me and then she attempts to stand up to Macavity?!
He smiled in disbelief until Plato asked, "Are you happy she's not okay?" The Tugger laughed and set off to the most likely place Macavity could have been hiding: the underground railway.
To be continued…
This one is the most chaotic neutral and evil story I have ever written. Expect me not to write the next chapter by tomorrow because I know I'll not get a chance, so hang in there! My newest chapter will probably be posted within 2-4 days (4 being the absolute worst).