Bonconlo was fighting tooth and nail to protect the Jellicles when he heard a small cry coming from the Junkyard outskirts. He pricked his ears and slunk away from the fight. He peered around the corner and almost yelped at what he saw.

There was Fenara, tied to a pole. Cattamier and Zufier were circling her, grins plastered on their faces. "Come on, darling! Let's have a bit of fun!" Cattamier jeered.

Zufier didn't say anything, but pounced on Graci. Graci kicked and struggled as Zufier licked her cheek, but he was too strong. Bonconlo snarled, "Let her go."

The cats whirled around. "Hey! Look who it is! What's up, Bon?" Zufier cried, getting off of Graci.

Bonconlo glared at him. "Get away from her."

Cattamier raised his eyebrows, "You want a turn, Bon? I didn't know you liked this stuff! Move over, Zufier. Let's see if Bonconlo is really on our side…"

Bonconlo extended his claws. "Oh, I'm on your side, all right!" He bellowed and knocked Zufier to the side.

The cat crashed to the ground. Both were stunned for only a second, but that was enough for Bonconlo to slice through Graci's bonds. Graci snarled and launched a surprisingly powerful roundhouse kick at Cattamier, hitting him in the stomach and knocking the air right out of him.

Wasting no time, Bonconlo onto a dazed Zufier, and slashed his stomach open. Blood poured from his body, and he shook wildly for a moment…Then he was still.

"ZUFIER!" Cattamier cried.

His anguished screams were cut short as Graci grabbed his throat, and ripped it clean out of neck. Zufier started to bleed, and fell on top of his twin brother, making no sound as the life left his body.

Graci stared in disgust at the two bodies. "I shouldn't enjoy fighting…" She muttered.

Bonconlo smiled a little. "It's your father's blood. It makes you rebellious and strong."

He put a paw on her shoulder, but Graci shook her head, stepping back. "No…Let's go…No more death…We have to end this, now."

Zazor looked anxiously across the dark sky. The Jellicles had the upper hand now. He had under estimated them; he admitted that with no shame. But he could not stall any longer. He had to kill who he wanted, and get out. He couldn't wait for Sillabub to get back. He had to kill Macavity, and he had to do it fast.

He leapt down into the Junkyard clearing. The cats immediately stopped fighting, and scurried to the sides. They knew what was going to happen, and nobody wanted to be in the way when it did. Zazor shouted into the night, "Alright, brother! No more hiding! Let's have at it!"

There was a rush of hot wind, and crack- and Macavity appeared, leaning coolly against an old oven. "So, you finally showed up. It's about time. You took much too long to come to your senses."

Zazor clenched his paws together, and growled, "I'm ready, Mac. I'm ready to tear you down!"

Macavity smirked a little. He seemed to almost be amused, and Bombalurina, who was in the crowd of cats, was quite sure that he had lost his mind.

"Alright, Zazor. If that's the way you want it…" Macavity gave a low and mocking bow, "I'm never one to turn down a good fight. ALRIGHT, EVERYONE BACK UP! This is between me and him…"

Everyone quickly pressed themselves even tighter against the rim of the clearing, the Henchcats behind Zazor, the Jellicles behind Macavity. The two cats began to circle each, sizing the other up.

"Mac, no, please!"

Bombalurina burst through the crowd, and tried to run to Macavity. She had nearly reached him when a paw shot out, and caught her wrist. Sillabub's face loomed up in front of her. "Don't you dare, you red bitch!"

She threw her back into her place. Macavity and Zazor didn't seem to have caught any of the action going on behind them.

"So, this is it, my dear brother!" Macavity snarled.

"Indeed…" Zazor whispered.

Simultaneously, they both raised their claws, ready to tear each other limb from limb.

There was a sudden blur of black and brown fur streaking through the darkness. The next thing anyone knew, Graci and Bonconlo were standing between the two brothers, Graci facing Macavity, Bonconlo facing Zazor. Every cat went silent.

"Graci…"

Macavity didn't know whether to hug or strangle his daughter for jumping into the fight. Finally, he said, with as firm a one as he could manage, "Move!"

"No! Daddy, this has to stop!"

"Bonconlo, get out of the way! You traitor!"

Bonconlo stood firm as Zazor glared holes through him. "No."

"Graci, I understand you want to help, but these cats are-"

"Just like us! They're just like us, Daddy! Look at them! Us! What difference do you see? They're cats, just like us! They were never given a chance!"

All of the cats stared at each other. For the first time, all hatred disappeared from all eyes. The Henchcats lifted their heads, and their eyes shone, not red, but a rainbow of beautiful colors, and the scars on their faces seemed to disappear.

Zazor snarled, "Attack!", but not a cat stirred

"No!" A Henchcat yelled, "That kitten's right…Enough is enough." With those bold words, he crossed the line to the Jellicle side.

Zazor looked livid. "Get back over her, you pitiful excuse for a Henchcat! Come back here and fight!"

Sillabub suddenly let Bombalurina's wrist go, to everyone's shock and amazement, and made her way over to Zazor. Slowly, she put her paw on his. "Zaz…"

She looked very uncomfortable. To Graci, it was obvious that the remorse was beginning to sink in. "Zaz, I'm tired. I'm tired of fighting, always fighting! Look how many of our own have fallen! It's not worth it…I'm done."

Other cats began to cross over to the Jellicle side, until Sillabub and Zazor were the only ones left. Sillabub took a deep breath, and crossed over. Zazor let out a roar of anger, "TRAITOR!"

Sillabub flinched at his words. "Let it go, Zazor." Macavity said firmly. "Put the past behind you."

Zazor growled, "NEVER!"

And then he lunged at Macavity, who knocked him aside with ease. He stood, too angry to speak in front of the Jellicles who would not fight him back. "Cowards!" He cried, "You're all cowards!"

Suddenly, a demonic gleam appeared in his eyes. "I don't need you!" He growled, "I don't need any of you! I can kill the old man myself!"

And with that, he disappeared.

Everyone, Jellicles and Henchcats alike, turned to look at Macavity. He seemed to be in a state of shock. Bombalurina came forward, and hugged him. "Mac…What are we gonna do?"

He shook his head. "I…I don't know. Zazor isn't stupid enough to attack tonight…Let's just….rest, for now…Find the dead…They'll need to be buried…"

Everyone began the horrible task of collecting the dead. Among the fallen were Skimbleshanks, Jellylorum, Asparagus, Alonzo, Plato, and several distorted Henchcats.

Just when they thought they had finished, Munkustrap ran towards Macavity, his eyes wide, and…Could those be tears? "Mac! It's…It's Tugger!" He panted.

They both ran to the outskirts of the Junkyard, where Tugger's secluded den was located. Tugger was lying in a puddle of blood, his breathing labored. Macavity knelt beside his brother. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

Tugger gave a weak smile, "You're just jealous because I got all the girls."

Macavity smiled back, a lump in his throat. Tugger's eyes flickered. "Tell…Tell Bomba that…I'm sorry…"

His face froze as those last words escaped his lips.

At that moment, Bombalurina ran into the den that she used to know so well. "Mac! I…"

She came to an abrupt halt, staring at Tugger's lifeless body. "Oh my Everlasting cat…" She whispered.

Her eyes filled with silent tears. Macavity stood up, and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face in his chest, trying to quiet the sobs that were rising. "I…I never told him how...how sorry I was!"

Macavity ran his paw through her fur, "Shh…" He whispered, "He knew…He knew…"

As they stood together, Munkus dragged Tugger's body out of the den. "I feel so terrible!" Bomba cried, "It's all my fault…"

"No, it's not…It's mine…"

A soft voice cut through the sobs. Bombalurina and Macavity looked up. A small figure had emerged from the den entrance.

Sillabub looked very tiny at this moment. Neither of the other cats had ever seen her without a look of bloodlust in her eyes. At this moment, they could see how very young she really was. Why, she couldn't have been any older than Graci! She was actually quite cute, and looked so sad that Bomba was tempted to run forward, and give her a hug. Sillabub looked up at them, and her eyes filled with tears, "I killed my brother."

Bomba's paws flew to her mouth. Macavity simply stared. "I was foolish…I…I wish I could take it back! I wish…I wish that I was dead. My brother was…Zazor told me it was all going to work out in the end…He used to tell me stories about the Jellicles…That they gave us up just because we were the smallest. Zazor always cared for me, and I wanted to help! I loved him!"

Graci was listening from the entrance of the den, and was taken completely aback by this statement. It seemed almost alien that anyone could love Zazor. Ever since she had witnessed the nights carnage, she had made an oath to herself that she would never kill again, and now she knew that even if she got the chance to kill Zazor, she wouldn't be able to do it.