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Two

Munkustrap stood outside of Demeter's den until she completely disappeared. Then he sighed and began to make his way back to his own home for some rest. He was feeling unnaturally exhausted and just wanted to curl up on an old couch cushion and sleep. He couldn't wait to get back to his comfortable den and be alone with his thoughts and dreams.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eyes, Munkustrap noticed a shift in the shadows. His fur stood on end and a chill ran through his body. Being the main protector of the tribe, Munkustrap wasn't going to take any chances. Something didn't feel right to him, and he was going to figure out what was going on. There was no way he was going to allow something to happen to anyone in the junkyard.

With a horrifying hiss, Munkustrap leapt towards where he saw the movement and unsheathed his claws, preparing to attack. He made out a shape in the darkness and lunged for it, sinking his claws into flesh. He heard a yowl escape his victim and felt a paw smash into the side of his face. Munkustrap jumped away from the other being and prepared to attack again when a familiar voice cried out.

"Dammit Munk, if that leaves a scar, I'll have your hide!"

Munkustrap jumped at the sound of the voice. He backed up until he was under the light of the Jellicle moon once again. As he expected, his younger brother, the ever mischievous Rum Tum Tugger, stalked out from the shadows. Tugger examined the minor wound that he had received on his side, courtesy of Munkustrap's instinct to protect, and growled.

"Tugger! What do you think you are doing? You can't prowl around in the shadows like that! It's incredibly dangerous! Not only could someone else have been lurking around in there, waiting for someone to pull a dumb move like that, but I could have ended up hurting you a lot more than I did! What were you thinking?" Munkustrap was beside himself with anger. He hadn't meant to hurt Tugger, but he was more concerned with the situation than his brother's petty injury.

"I was thinking that I was bored while I was on watch, so I decided to go exploring. I was just having a little fun Munk. Everlasting Cat, I didn't think you were going to attack me though." He adjusted his mane and sighed. "The girls are not going to like this…" he muttered, gingerly touching the cut.

Munkustrap's rage only increased. "You're supposed to be on watch?" he roared. "And yet, here you are, playing Macavity or something stupid like that? Everlasting Tugger! When will you grow up? You can't just abandon your post in the middle of your shift, just because you're bored. What if something was to happen to someone because you weren't paying attention? What if some strange cat wandered into the junkyard? What if Macavity himself had showed up? We wouldn't know because you weren't looking out for us. We would all be vulnerable and helpless because you weren't there to alarm us. This is unacceptable!"

Tugger rolled his eyes and shook his mane. "Calm down Munk. You're making this a bigger deal than it needs to be. It was just a little practical joke. I was just having a little fun."

Munkustrap was not in the mood for his younger brother's senseless excuses. "Protecting the tribe is not about fun and games Tugger. I've had enough with your carelessness. I'm not going to allow you to act like this and put every cat here at risk."

"You're overreacting," Tugger argued. "Nothing happened. Everything is fine. So there is no reason to have your whiskers in a twist. Just relax."

Munkustrap shook his head. "You don't get it, do you? You're not a kitten anymore Tug. You have responsibilities to the tribe and you need to start taking them seriously. And if I can't convince you, I know of only one other person who can." He narrowed his eyes at his brother.

But the Maine Coon just looked amused. "You think I'm the one who is acting like a kitten? Yet, here you are, threatening to run over to our daddy and tell on me. That's funny Munk."

"You think I'm kidding?" Munkustrap challenged. "I know that our father will fix this situation. He is the only one that you actually respect and listen to. Therefore, I have no choice but to tell him what is going on and ask him to take care of it. I'm through arguing with you." With that, Munkustrap turned away from his brother and headed towards Old Deuteronomy's den. He was going to speak to the Jellicle leader about Tugger's behavior and then go to sleep.

Sorry guys. This chapter is kind of short. I was experiencing some terrible writer's block :( But anyway... I'm really interested in what you have to say and what you think will happen. Also, suggestions are always welcome! Please, tell me what you think! The more reviews I get, the sooner I'll update. Hooray! ;) Thanks for reading!

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