Woot! Two in one day!

I don't have anything interesting to say here so... yeah.

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Quaxo woke up from a groggy sleep. His head spun as he sat up, and he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He opened his eyes and blinked a few times. He frowned as the shapes before him began to take form. Cats. Almost all of the Jellicle cats were squished together into Jenny Anydots living room. They lay together; on the floor, the chairs, the table. Tugger stood in the middle of the room, watching over the kittens. Victoria sat in a corner by herself, her eyes turned to the floor.

Quaxo looked around at all the faces surrounding him, the same look of pain and disbelief etched on each of them. Quaxo knew the answer to his question before he asked it.

"Munkustrap...?"

Tugger's head turned at the sound of Quaxo's voice. He locked eyes with the small tom and sighed.

"He's dead."

Quaxo felt the wind rush out of his body as if he's been punched in the stomach. His felt almost sick, as if he would throw up again.

"How?" he whispered into his paws.

There was a silence that stretched between each of the cats. Quaxo looked up into each of their faces, willing them to answer.

Tugger took a deep breath. "Macavity." he finally admitted. Quaxo's eyes widened.

"Macavity was here?" shock laced his voice.

"He didn't make it very far. Munkustrap was all over his the second he was over the fence. Alonzo got there in time to drive him away, but..." Tugger sighed again and Quaxo understood. The damage had been done. Quaxo moaned into his paws. It explained why the images had stopped coming to him, it explained everything.

"Where's everyone else?" Quaxo asked, trying to change the subject. He noticed the missing faces in the crowd, Demeter in particular.

"Demeter is off grieving. Bombalurina's with her." Tugger replied as if reading his mind. "The rest of them are helping with Munkustrap's body and watching the fences."

Quaxo could tell how desperately Tugger wanted to get out of this room and go do some good somewhere else.

"Go." Quaxo told him. "I'll keep watch here."

Tugger threw him a grateful look and dashed out the door. Quaxo looked around at the faces surrounding him, there wasn't a dry eye here. Even Victoria, who had known the Jellicle protector for less then a day was crying quietly by herself.

"Hey..." Quaxo said softly as he sat down beside her.

Victoria looked up at him thew her tear stained eyes. She took a shuddering breath and dropped her face into her paws.

"Shush..." Quaxo whispered as he pulled her close. His lips grazed her ear as he comforted to her and she shivered into his body.

"It's alright. He died a hero, that's the way he would've wanted to go." Quaxo continued to whisper to her but Victoria seemed to have stopped crying. She snuggled in close to his body and purred softly into his ear. Quaxo frowned, but began to understand as the white kitten started running her hands down the young tom's arm.

"Quaxo..." she whispered softly enough that no other cats would hear her, "I think we should go someplace a little more... privet..." She batted her eyelashes.

Quaxo could feel his mouth drop open a little bit but he struggled to retain himself. "But... you... Munkustrap? Weren't you?" he couldn't seem to make a sentence form quite right.

Victoria winked inconspicuously and and began her act again. She let tears well up in her eyes and she started to sob harder then before.

"Quaxo.. can... we please... go... outside?" She hiccuped into his shoulder. Quaxo looked around at the other cats in the room. None of them seemed to be paying much attention to the two of them. He helped Victoria up without a word and turned to Jemima.

"Keep an eye out here, ok?" He asked her as he led Victoria out the door. Jemima nodded without looking up.

As soon as the two had made in outside, Victoria brightened and began to laugh. "I can't believe it was so easy to get away from them!" she giggled.

"Well everyone's pretty shaken up right now." Quaxo muttered, not sure how he felt of Victoria obvious disrespect for Munkustrap.

"Oh, yeah." Victoria agreed absentmindedly. She danced a little ways away from Quaxo then wiggled her finger, inviting him to come closer.

Quaxo obliged reluctantly. He stepped up to the kitten and she placed her arms around his neck.

Without a word, she pressed her lips against his. The electricity that suddenly shot through Quaxo's body made him gasp. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they wandered to Victoria's waist and pulled her closer to him. He kissed her back, their lips moving in sync with each other. The pressure building higher and higher...

An angry hiss made them both jump. Quaxo spun around, his eyes widening and his heart racing.

His first thought was relief when he saw that it was only Tugger, but as he continued to stare he noticed something. Tugger was mad. And not mad like the time Quaxo ate his cookie. It was a Tugger, but not a Tugger Quaxo had ever seen before. He was furious. His eyes were red and narrowed into slits. His paws were fists at his side, and all of his teeth were bared and ready.

Quaxo didn't know what to do. Victoria whimpered behind him, reminding him that she was still there. He moved slowly to the side, never taking his eyes off Tugger, to better protect her in case his friend did something stupid.

Tugger howled in rage. His hands flew to his head and ripped out chunks of the fur. Quaxo stepped quickly towards him, reaching his paws out, offering help. Tugger hissed at him, their eyes locking for a second before the big cat turned on his heals and fled. Quaxo started after him but was stopped by an angels voice.

"Quaxo... you're not going to leave me, are you?" Victoria asked, batting her eye lashes and gently wrapping her hands around his stomach.

"Victoria..." Quaxo explained softly, "He's my best friend. I'll be back soon." Quaxo twisted out of her grip and began after Tugger again.

"Is he more important to you then me?" Victoria wailed at his retreating figure. Quaxo paused a second, debating his response.

"I'll be back soon." He eventually muttered and dashed off in the same direction as his friend.

Victoria gasped and put her hands on her hips. She huffed as she turned her body back towards Jenny's house. There was more then one tom in the tribe.

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I make Victoria seem rather mean in this story don't I? Hm. Maybe I subconsciously don't like her.

Next chapter will be up at some point. I'm not quite done writing it yet, so it may be a while. (It may also be tomorrow. I don't know.)