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I hate to say this, but you will not find out who the mysterious henchcat is. Until chapter…..meh I won't tell you. I'm evil like that.
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"Oh dear EC, you have got to be kidding me!"
Coricopat groaned, slowly blinking his green eyes. He squinted, the blurry bars of his cell coming into view. Outside the metal poles, an incredibly pissed off Evangeline was standing with Bruno. She glared at him, green eyes locking angrily with green eyes.
"Bruno, what the hell happened to him?"
Coricopat narrowed his eyes at the Queen. She was still glaring, but her eyes seemed to flicker nervously back and forth between him and the harlequin Tom. He just continued blinking, hoping she wouldn't notice his moment of staring. Bruno frowned.
"Hmmm I wonder…oh wait, let me guess: Silas, Jasper, Alec and their buddies."
Evangeline snarled viciously.
"I swear, none of those Toms have a brain…alright, maybe they have one brain that they share, but none of them ever use it!"
Coricopat looked down at his stomach, which had persistently burned throughout this whole exchange. Again, his entire torso was wrapped in white bandages.
"You're nose is broken too."
The dark calico Tom looked up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. A petite gray tabby Queen now stood next to Bruno. Her amber eyes stared intelligently back at him. She gave him a small smile.
"So you're finally awake. I'm Pippa, the medic."
Coricopat pointed excitedly at her, his heart beginning to beat faster and faster. Maybe, just maybe…
"So it was you!"
Pippa jumped behind Bruno timidly. She began quaking and nervously peaked around the taller Tom's arm.
"W-what did I do?"
Coricopat just kept pointing. It had to be her. Gray fur, medic…
"I know it was you!"
Bruno growled, glaring and crouching protectively in front of the smaller Queen.
"You're scaring my sister. You'd better shut up, Jellicle…"
Evangeline put one arm around the shivering Pippa. She too glared at Coricopat.
"Shut up or spit it out…"
Coricopat cleared his throat, trying to calm down.
"Every time I've been beaten here, I swear, there's been some cat that helped me. And I found a gray hair. I may be crazy…"
"You are."
Coricopat looked up slowly. All three cats were glaring at him. Pippa stepped out from behind her brother and Evangeline, lowering her eyes.
"I have never seen you before a few hours ago. You were brought to me by…errr…another cat. "
Coricopat squinted at her. But she fit what he had imagined…
"A-are you sure? Could you come near the bars? Just for a second…"
Pippa looked at him warily, but stepped closer to the metal poles. Coricopat crawled closer and pulled himself up using the bars. He leaned in to smell Pippa's headfur…she was right. Her gray striped headfur didn't have the same sweet and slightly rusty smell as the blue-gray hair had. It smelled like herbs. He backed away sheepishly.
"I-I apologize. I was just so sure…"
"Yeah," Bruno growled. "Well you were wrong. Don't you ever bother my sister again."
Coricopat nodded quietly. Evangeline cleared her throat.
"Well, after that ridiculous exchange, you are still coming and training."
Pippa lifted her head and opened her mouth to protest. Evangeline glared out of the corner of her eye.
"Pippa, I don't care if he's injured. A real Tom would work through the pain, and he will."
The gray tabby lowered her head again. She gave Bruno a quick nuzzle.
"I have to go. Nena has a thrown stuck in her paw."
The black and gray harlequin nodded, flashing a quick smile for his sister as she disappeared down the corridor. Evangeline opened the cell door.
"Just get up, you weak excuse for a Tom."
Coricopat snarled but stood up shakily. He stared at Evangeline, who rolled her eyes.
"I'm not getting any younger here. Come on let's go!"
Coricopat followed her reluctantly. He had been so sure, so unbelievably positive. She was gray, sweet, and a medic. But the smell was all wrong. He quickened his pace, getting closer to Evangeline, as they passed through a small crowd of cats. There were Queens, a few Toms, and even kits. Suddenly, he caught a whiff of a familiar smell: sweet like a flower, but with the rusty tang of blood. That cat was in this crowd! And nearby too! He looked around, trying to be inconspicuous. There was a calico Queen, a yellow tabby, a tuxedo, a Siamese Tom, a cream tabby Tom and so many more. So many cats…He looked around hopelessly. There were almost too many cats for him to even take in. How was he going to find that one, kind-hearted cat?