Don't worry, the tux we love most is nearly here. . .

Callestia was sweating in her sleep, she could feel the kits moving inside of her, something felt wrong with them. The feel made her restless and as she tried to sleep she couldn't stop the nightmare that was growing.

It was dark in the warehouse, cold and quiet. She found herself not so pregnant anymore. She heard screams and went down a hallway, it was leading to a backroom that was unused at the moment. She approached a door and heard another shrill scream. A long haired calico ran out and past the tux queen. For a moment the two queens made eye contact but the calico quickly vanished down the hall.

Callestia turned slowly to watch the queen run away.

"Mungo!" The other whispered. She turned into a room. "Where's the kit?! Where is she?"

The tux knew the tom who she was referring too, a young calico tom that had disappeared from her old home. She continued on to the room and her blood ran cold at the thought of what she would find. When she looked into the room she gasped in horror and became frozen on the spot. She suddenly threw her back to the wall and tried to stifle a cry of terror but her mate heard her.

From within the room Macavity towered over an abused queen. He heard his mate gasp and grinned. "Callestia, come here my love." His voice was smooth and the tux queen couldn't help but obey.

She slowly entered the room and saw her mate standing over a crying red and black queen. She was so beautiful, and so young. She couldn't have been more than nineteen years of age. Callestia gasped by stood where she was.

Her mate growled. "This is what you are spared from."

Suddenly Callestia's point of view was from that of her already-born tomson. He stood behind the slightly open door. He saw his mother and heard her whimpering, he heard the screams of another queen. He looked in and saw the cat he knew was his father, he was holding another queen, a red and black queen with beautiful amber eyes, by the neck. She was scratched and bleeding.

"You bloody fucking whore!" He screamed. She cried out, he slapped her, "I bring you here! Give you food, shelter, a place to live. I gave you help for you and your daughter and all I asked is that you sleep with me. . .AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN BARE MY YOUNG!" He raked his nails down her face.

The tux kit's mother sobbed for the other queen and put her fist in her mouth to not scream. The little tux watched as his father then let go of the queen and stepped back. He lifted his paw into the air and a soft blue glow went from his paw to the queen's neck, like his claws. It dug into her and she choked on a scream as she was lifted into the air. He smirked and his eyes glowed with a sick acid yellow as he then tightened his grip on the magic and the queen's face began turning purple. Suddenly his fist closed and there was a snap, the queen went limp. Then was a sort of gathering hum in the room that broke when the queen died.

His father slowly opened his hand and the magic retracted. The dead queen fell to the ground her eyes were open wide and as lifeless as glass. Those bright amber eyes staring right at Callestia's tomson. Mac went to Callestia and turned her head to kiss her cheek, he didn't notice the little tom just outside the door. Callestia had closed her eyes when he kissed her and when she opened them again she stared right into the eyes of her only kit. She gasped and as soon as Mac released her she dashed out the door and scooped up her son, taking him to her nest and waiting for someone. . .

Calestia shot up in her nest! She looked to her mate and saw him sleeping peacefully. Tears streaked down her face and she carefully crawled out of the nest, she needed to find one of her only friends, the same calico she had seen in her dream, Chamomile. She made her way to where the calico family lived and went inside. She saw the young tom and his mother sleeping soundly but she desperately needed their help.

She knew that Mungo would go to the Junkyard often to visit his old foster family, along with the daughter of the Railway cat. If anyone knew the warehouse and surrounding area best it was this tom. Callestia cradled her bulging stomach and went to Chamomile, she shook her shoulder.

"Cham," she whispered. "Please wake up."

The calico slowly came out of sleep and when she saw the terror on the younger queen's face she woke up quily.

"Callestia dear, what's wrong?" The calico held the distressed pregnant tux close.

Chamomile had been at the warehouse for many years as a secretary of sort s to Macavity. She had even raised her son here for a while. That was a complicated story that involved meeting Skimbleshanks and Asparagus and giving them her son to have a better life, but he wanted to see his mother and ran back to the warehouse. Callestia became close friends with the calico's and Mungo even ran messages back and fourth for her.

"It's Macavity," she whimpered. "I-I had a dream, a nightmare! Oh Chamomile it was so horrible." She closed her eyes and tried to keep her sobs quiet so that she didn't wake Mungojerrie. "I can't keep my kittens here. I need to get them back to the Junkyard, they'll be safe."

The long haired queen knew of the Junkyard, she heard about it after joining the warehouse. She didn't know why she didn't leave. It was Callestia's old home and she knew they were kind and accepting. She was a river cat at heart though and as soon as Mungojerrie was old enough to care for himself she would leave Macavity's service and go back to the country side. This was temporary for the health of her son, besides she didn't his fathe rot find them, not yet.

"How can we get them out?" The calico asked. "You can't leave, and he won't leave you by yourself when you go into labor."

Callestia sobbed, "I don't know what to do! I can't let him turn them into monsters. I've seen too many others go that way by him."

"Oi. . .moight 'ave an idea."

The two queens looked over and saw a sleepy Mungojerrie sitting up. He still looked half asleep.

Callestia looked at him, "I'm willing to do anything to get them out."

Chamomile bit her lip, she was wary of having her son this involved with someone so close to the Hidden Paw. But there were innocent lives on the line and she was Callestia's only true friend. Besides if it meant getting him back to the Junkyard she would do it.

"Alright son," she said. "What are you thinking?"