A/N: Sorry it's taking a while to update… I've been really busy with Play Production and other things. I'll do my best from here on out to update at least once a week, though it more than likely won't happen. We've started our contest play, so I'll be busy for the next month. Also, I'm changing the chapter titles to Viewpoint: Name instead of number: name. I just feel like this is more appropriate to the story, because these viewpoints aren't going in a sequential order, they're just recounting the same event from different perspectives.

Viewpoint: Old Deuteronomy

The Jellicle Ball was going swimmingly. All the cats were dancing gaily, and it was a wonderful night. My elder son, Munkustrap, was flirting with the queen he fancied, Demeter. My younger son, Rum Tum Tugger, well, he was flirting with all the queens. I had a cat in mind to ascend to the Heaviside Layer, and I was fairly certain this cat would welcome a new life. I turned to watch my Tribe in their revels, and there was a sudden crash.

"MACAVITY!" Demeter cried. An evil laughter was resonating throughout the Junkyard, which was the first sign of Macavity. I knew all about Macavity. I practically raised the cat until he left the Junkyard.

Macavity was a little kitten, smaller than the rest. He was always getting picked on and beat up by the bigger kittens. Skimbleshanks was the main abuser, but the others joined in as well. I was like a father figure to him, because both his parents were killed by Siamese pirates when he was a newborn. He never showed the other kittens how much their beatings bothered him. In fact, he never showed how much anything bothered him. However, I could hear him, at night when he should've been sleeping, whimpering in his part of the den. He would clean and seal his wounds every night, and he would cry. He never knew that I knew, and it was for the best.

One day, Skimble was having a rough morning and decided to make Macavity's morning all the worse.

"You're a baby, Mac! You're so puny and pathetic that not even your parents wanted to live with you, so they got themselves killed," the orange cat laughed.

"Okay," Macavity said in an emotionless, dead tone.

"Okay? Okay?! Why don't you fight back, you weenie? Or are you too scared that I'll beat you? I bet that's what it is! Come on, I'll go easy on ya!" Skimble prodded.

"No," Macavity said in the same tone.

"What a baby! Here, I'll hit you first so the adults won't yell at you," the future Railway Cat said. He swiped his small claws along Macavity's front left flank.

"Don't ever touch me again," Macavity said, his tone deadly.

"Oh, did that hurt, wittel baby? No? Well maybe this will!" He took another swipe at the ginger cat, but was instantly thrown back several feet into a junk pile.

"I said, don't touch me," Macavity shouted.

"What the heck, Mac?" Skimbleshanks asked, getting up.

"Don't come at me again, or I won't be so nice," the smaller kitten said.

"Yeah, right. You couldn't hurt me even if you tried," the bigger kitten smirked. By this time, all the kittens had come to see the fight. Skimbleshanks cockily made his way over to Macavity and lifted a paw to strike. "Take this, you little weakling!" He threw his paw forward with all his might, but before he made contact, the kitten doubled over and fell to his knees. He coughed up a few drops of blood.

"I warned you, Skimbleshanks. I'm tired of your ceaseless beating on me and making fun of me. I'm leaving the Junkyard to go start a life on my own. Someday, I'll be back, not for reunion, but revenge. Goodbye, Deuteronomy. You're the only one I'll ever miss," he said, before lifting up into the air and disappearing in a burst of light.

"Skimbleshanks!" a small queen-kit screamed.

Some disheveled, black cats appeared from all corners of the Junkyard and closed in around me. "You're coming with us, old one," one of the henchcats said. The group of cats threw a net over me and led me away. They took me to an abandoned building not far from the Junkyard.

"We'll be hiding out here, for the time being," the voice of Macavity stated.

"Why am I here, Macavity?" I asked.

"I didn't want you to get hurt. I'm taking my revenge on the Junkyard, now. You were the only cat who ever showed me kindness and understanding," he replied.

"I don't understand. Most of the cats who took part in making fun of you are older now. Why do you look as if you were a young adult?" I asked.

"You see, these powers I have, they don't allow my body to age. I grew to about the age of your older son, Munkustrap, and stopped growing and aging all together. It's rather nice, I'd say," he responded. He wasn't using a cruel tone, or an angry one when speaking to me. He conversed with me now just as he did all that time ago, before he left.

"How do you know about Munkustrap?" I asked.

"I've been watching the Junkyard. I've been planning my attack for a long time. I won't harm your sons, if that's what you wish. However, there are two cats there that belong with me," he said.

"Who?" I asked, bewildered.

"A lovely queen named Demeter, and her kitten. You see, Demeter used to work for me. She was also, in a sense, my mate. She told me she was expecting, and I blew up and sent her away. I want to apologize to her, and maybe bring my love and my prosperity home with me," he said, as if reminiscing.

"I don't know if Demeter will accept your apology, Macavity. And even if she does, she might not return to you," I said to him.

"And why is that?" he asked, curiously.

"Well, you see, she and Munkustrap have been flirting with each other for a while now, and I think my son is considering asking her to be his mate sometime soon," I explained.

"WHAT?!" he asked, going on a rampage. "How could she do this? She's supposed to love me! Augh!" He started shooting gusts of air at the walls in the building.

"Macavity, I understand that you love her, but sometimes you've just got to move on. You didn't expect her to stay alone forever, just hoping and praying that you'd take her back after you sent her off, did you?" I asked, trying to reason with the dangerously angry cat.

"Just shut up! If she won't come back to me on her own, I'll just take her!" he decided, and vanished in a burst of light. What had I done?

A little while later, Macavity ran back into the building, bloody and bruised. "Henchcats, let's go. We've failed," he panted. "Deuteronomy, I'm sorry for what I've done to your Tribe and your family. I hope it's in your hearts to forgive me, somewhere down the line. Goodbye," he said to me before running off, followed by his henchcats. I knew that in my heart, I had already forgiven him. He wasn't to blame here. Everyone in this world he trusted, save myself, had either been killed or betrayed him. Poor tom…

I felt myself get lighter, and suddenly there was nothing. I tried to move, but it was as if I had no body. As suddenly as it had happened, I was back on solid ground, in the dark, full weight back. A giant cloth was lifted off of me, and I could see all the cats in the Tribe, smiling at me. A young Tuxedo tom-kit was smiling widely. I embraced Mistofelees, knowing he was the one who brought me back. My son Munkustrap was bloody, but he smiled at me. I knew we wouldn't be seeing Macavity anymore, but my heart still ached for all the pain the Hidden Paw has had to endure throughout his life.

A/N: Wow, I made Skimbleshanks kind of mean… I didn't really intend for that to happen, but it did. Please, do review! It makes an author's day :D