Misto lied on his stomach as he waited for Tugger. He had that stereotypical dreamy look on his face as he thought of the mained coon. He missed those golden eyes already and that fluffy maine and those hips. Misto sighed, thinking about Tugger's sweet ass.

"Misto?"

Misto shot up and smiled at Tugger. He held his knees and looked at the older tom, oblivious to what was about to happen.

"Misto," Tugger sighed, and Misto's smile faltered.

"Yeah?" he asked, worried.

"Well..." Tugger looked at the sweet face. "I don't think...I don't think we should do this any more."

"Do w-what?" Misto asked, but deep down he knew.

"I don't think we should be together."

"But w-why?"

"Well...look, I'm just holding you back. You can do better than me and if we come out then we'll just be split up anyway and it's just better for us."

"But that's what you think, Tugger."

"If we stay together then you'll regret it later in life."

"No, Tugger, I care more about us than myself."

Tugger sighed, and no matter how much he didn't want to break up with Misto, he knew he had to, no matter what it took. "I don't wanna be with you, Misto," Tugger said. Before Misto could say anything, and before Tugger could see him cry, he walked out of the den. He ran back to his father's den, thankful no one was their other than his dad.

"Tugger? What on earth is it?" Deuteronomy asked. "Just ten minutes ago you were fine and now you're crying?"

Tugger collaped next his father and bawled into his fur. He didn't tell his father anything, but he just degressed to a kitten state as he let his tears fall. Thirty minutes went by, and Tugger finally calmed down. He sighed and sat up.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" his father asked.

Tugger shook his head. "I'm gonna go home," he mumbled.

"Okay son. If you need anything, you know I'm here for you, and so is Munk, and something tells me Macavity is, too."

Tugger nodded. He hugged his father and walked from the den. He sulked inside and looked around. He sighed, depressed, and collapsed onto the bed. He sat there, thinking of Misto, and how so suddenly his life had became all about Misto, and how he had to forget it. He had been so happy for that short amount of time with the tuxedo cat, and now he had to throw it all away.

"Tugger?"

Tugger rolled over and turned to see Etcetera peeking into the den. He sat up and said, "Hey Cettie." He tried to act normal, but Etcetera could see through it.

She came in hesitantly and sat down next to him. "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.

He sighed. "Just fine sweetie," he said, but frowned when she frowned.

"What's wrong?"

He sighed again. "I fell in love, but I have to fall out of love."

She tilted her head. "Oh, you did?"

"Yeah, but I was just going to hold them back, and so I broke up with them."

"Who was it?"

"I can't tell you."

"Please? You know I won't tell."

Tugger looked down at the adorable cat who had just become a queen a few days ago. Etcetera loved gossip, but that didn't mean she was bad at keeping secrets. "Well, I fell head over heels for Mistoffelees."

She smiled. "Really? That's so cute."

Tugger managed a smile, and was slightly surprised that she wasn't showing any jealousy. "Yeah, but I had to end it, because otherwise we'd have to hide it or if we came out we'd have to run away and it's just not a good relationship. I'd just hold him back."

She frowned. "No you wouldn't. Misto is the type of cat who needs someone to depend on. If he doesn't have anyone to depend on then he's not going anywhere in life and so either way it'll be bad for him."

"He can just depend on some other cat, though."

"Who? Everyone practically has their mate, Tugger."

"Oh really? Then who are you gonna end up with? Or what about Electra or Tumbles or Pounce?"

She smiled cheekily. "Well, Addie has been trying to win me over," she mumbled, blushing.

Tugger raised a brow. That explained why she wasn't jealous.

"Then Electra has some thing going on with Cori and-"

"Cori? But he's a bit older than her."

"Yeah, but they're a lot a like if you really think about it, and they're happy. Pouncival and Jemi and totally in love and Tumbles is...I don't know, but I think he might be with someone. He looks pretty happy lately."

"But that's just an assumption. So see? Tumbles and Misto can be together," Tugger said, but he really didn't want them to be together.

"Did you ever ask Misto what he wants?"

Tugger sighed. "No, but I don't want to hold him back and-"

"But that's what you want, Tugger. You're sacrificing your happiness for his life but maybe he wants to sacrifice something for your happiness. If you two have to run away then he'll still be happy and that's all that should matter."

Tugger groaned and lied back onto his bed. "Cettie, he'll regret it later."

"And so will you, but you'll regret not taking a chance with him, and so will he."

Tugger sighed. "You're a smart cat, Cettie."

She smiled. "It happens. Bye Tugger," she said and scattered out of the den.

Tugger lied on his bed for some time, thinking, and after an hour he finally got up to get some fresh air. He walked around the Junkyard, breathing in the fresh air. He smiled a little as his thoughts were coming together, but frowned when he was shoved to the ground. He rolled over to see Quaxo towering over him.

"Quaxo? What the hell?" he asked.

"How dare you hurt my brother?" he seethed. "He is at home, crying his eyes out. I thought you had grown a soft spot when you looked at him, but I should've known you would just use him. Sleep with him a couple times and get bored with him. That sounds very familiar. How can you just do that to people, Tugger? You just love hurting innocent cats, don't you?"

"Of course not," Tugger protested, standing up.

"Then how could you do that to him? I thought you cared about him."

"I do! I care about him so much that I'm willing to give it all up for him!"

"Give it up! Give up what! Why the hell does that matter?"

"Misto can be a great cat without me."

"He can be an even better one with you!"

"That's a lie! I'm trash! Everyone thinks I'm trash and he's not and it just won't work!"

Quaxo sighed. "You're stupid, Tugger."

"Take that back."

"I'll take it back when you make things right again. Though you've always been stupid and so you probably don't know how to make this right."

Tugger's ears went flat and he slapped Quaxo.

"Uh!" Quaxo exclaimed. "I swear to the Everlasting Cat Tugger, I will beat your goddamn ass."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, really. If you hit me again then you'll just hurt Misto more, but of course you don't know that because you can't comprehend that."

Tugger just wanted to slap the tux again, but he didn't because of what he said.

"Come on, Tugger. Hit me. Go ahead and disappoint everyone in the tribe more. Disappoint your father, your brother, all the kittens, and especially Misto."

Tugger was very tempted to, but then something clicked in his mind. "No," he said, and turned around. He walked to the back of the Junkyard, a new plan forming in his mind, one that could make everyone happy, and he meant everyone.

Oooh, what's Tugger got up his sleeve? =)