Graci slept alone in her favorite clearing that night. It was the place where she had first met Macavity, and where her mother had heroically gone with him to protect her. Of course, Graci wasn't really sleeping. How could she sleep? At least 10 cats were dead, and she had an inescapable feeling that it was all her fault. She gazed up at the sky, at the stars that gave the Junkyard a dim, but beautiful glow.
She looked down at her paws and, to her great surprise, her right paws was glowing bright red! It only glowed when Macavity was near…Didn't it?
Macavity and Bombalurina lay next to each other on a hill, looking up at the same stars. It seemed ironic that this peace took place the same night as such horrible carnage. Tomorrow, all the bodies would be buried and mourned, whether they were Henchcats or Jellicles. The sudden unity of the two groups amazed both of the cats.
Suddenly, a flash of red light cut through the night. "Zazor." Macavity snarled.
"Graci!" Bomba cried.
They both jumped up, and ran towards the light, to where the cats were already clustered, watching a peculiar scene play out. Zazor was standing opposite Graci, looking quite pathetic, and confused. Graci looked absolutely livid, but not because of Zazor. Her paw was glowing red, and Graci was struggling to keep it down at her side, to keep it from pointing at Zazor. The paw seemed to have developed a magic of its own, and Graci had no control over its desire to kill the Tom who had turned her world upside down. But Graci was fighting it.
"NO!." She cried, as she forced it down. In spite of her continued struggling, the paw rose another inch. "NO!" Graci screamed, "I WILL NOT KILL HIM!"
Zazor stared at her blankly. "You should…" He whispered. All anger had left his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Graci…"
He closed his eyes. At that moment, Graci lost control, and her paw snapped up. A bolt of red lightning shot forward, and blew a hole straight through Zazor's chest. He swayed for a moment, his eyes wide with shock, blood pouring from his chest. Then he fell, crashing to the ground, and all was silent…
"…Zazor?"
A small voice came from the stunned crowd. "Zazor? ZAZOR?!"
Never before had a voice sounded so pained. It was the kind of pain that neither injury, nor blood could cause. Little Sillabub ran to her brother's side, er eyes soaked with tears, crying a name that the owner could not hear. "Zazor! ZAZOR! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! COME BACK!"
Tears streamed down her face as she laid her head over her brother's chest, her body shaking with sobs. Graci could only stare at the horror she had done…