A.N. Ok guys, I can't do it! I HAVE TO UPLOAD! It's just that I'm very excited by this chapter! So…Go read it!

Disclaimer: *witty line* I don't own CATS.

Munkustrap stood outside. It had taken what seemed forever, but he had finally gotten out. The back wall of his cell had seemed loose, so he pulled each brick out, one by one. Once they were all gone, all that was left was to dig his way through the hill that the cell was built into, a very difficult task, seeing the state of his paws.

When he finally got out, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good to be back," he said with a wicked grin as he made his way towards the junkyard, already forming a plan of revenge.

"Get out and stay out!"

Tugger made as if to chase Munkustrap, but Munkustrap was already running down the path at breakneck speed.

"I better go report this," Tugger sighed under his breath. He started down the path, but in the opposite direction of Munkustrap. Talking to no one, he made his way straight towards Old Deuteronomy's den.

When he got there, he found the old cat napping.

"We have a problem," he said after he woke the ancient cat up. "Munkustrap escaped. He tried to get in, but I chased him away."

A flash of pain flickered over Old Deuteronomy's face, but disappeared almost as quick as it had come. But Tugger saw. He knew it hurt the old cat to lose his first son, but to lose his second must be unbearable. Old Deuteronomy always tried to put on a brave face, but everyone knew what he felt like on the inside.

For Tugger, no emotion came. To him, Munkustrap was dead. No brother of his murdered five kits, let alone one. It was unfathomable.

That's why they locked him up. It was Old Deuteronomy who made the painful decision, seeing as it couldn't have been Munkustrap's decision.

Just a week before, Old Deuteronomy had passed down the role of leader to Munkustrap, who passed down the role of Protector to him, the Rum Tug Tugger. Not enough time had passed, though, for everyone to truly let that fact sink in. They still all went to Old Deuteronomy whenever they had problems.

"Do you know where he went?" Old Deuteronomy asked.

"No. All I saw was him running back down the path."

There was a moment's silence. Tugger shifted awkwardly from side to side while Old Deuteronomy paced the den, pondering what to do next. Suddenly, he turned towards Tugger.

"If he comes here again, let him in."

"Let him in? If we do that he might-" Tugger stopped. It was painfully obvious what Munkustrap could do. Tugger knew he had made a mistake when a pained look crossed over the older cat's features, and he quickly resorted to looking down, and shuffling his feet. After a minute had passed, he looked up and said softly, "What I meant was where would he stay?"

Without a moment's hesitation, Old Deuteronomy answered, "In his den."

"In his den?"

"Yes, in his den. If we treat him civilized, he might be more willing to talk."

"To talk?"

"He would have a trial the next morning. A fair one, mind you." Old Deuteronomy answered, giving Tugger a look. "Maybe he'll be able to justify why he did what he did, and we'll be able to soften the blow."

"Justified reasons? Dad, he killed five kits!" Tugger yelled. "There's no answer that will justify that!"

"You don't know that." Old Deuteronomy said quietly.

"And soften the blow?" Tugger continued his rant, "We already gave him the minimum punishment! If you ask me, we should just feed him to a Pollicle and be rid of him forever!"

"Surely you don't mean that! He's your own brother! Killing him would just add to the problem, not fix it! Killing is the Eason we're here!"

"You know I mean it." Tugger snapped, headed for the door, "And I intend to see that it happens." And with that, he left, leaving Old Deuteronomy sobbing for his lost sons, fearing he might lose another.

He couldn't kill his own brother, could he? His own flesh and blood?

After a while, Old Deuteronomy had calmed down to just a few sobs. Thinking about it, he realized that Tugger was capable of killing Munkustrap, and he would, too. He had to stop him! But how?

He sat there sniffing for a few minutes, when an idea struck him. He stopped crying immediately. No, he couldn't do it. It would be against everything he just told Tugger. But yet he had to. It would require risk, foul play, and most of all sacrifice. The sacrifice of one very dear to him. But he had to do it. It's for Munkustrap, he kept telling himself. He decided he would do it right then. He got up, grabbed a knife, and went straight towards Tugger's den.

Munkustrap stopped running, and rested for a bit. Part one of his plan was complete. He saw their new security. One guard for every entrance. Every time the shadows shifted a quarter turn, they would switch posts. Simple. Now all he had to do was wait for the right time. He pocketed a sharp piece of glass and told himself, "For later use." and laughed wickedly, as he made his way back to the Junkyard again.

Tugger was storming about in his den.

He was in the middle of muttering, "How dare Old Deuteronomy say that we should give him a trial and soften the blow?" When all of a sudden the very cat he was speaking of burst through the door, knife in hand, with a crazed look on his face. He slowly started towards Tugger.

Munkustrap's ears perked up when he heard Tugger's scream pierce the air.

"Perfect. Just perfect!" He said, grinning, and began moving with a renewed energy.

Tugger fans please don't kill me! I had to do it! Tugger's my least favorite character, so I had to get rid of him somehow! Just please say that you'll keep reading my story! *silence* Aw, crap.

Um, yeah, R&R, and I hope most of you still like it! *nervous laugh*