Heyy, So here's Chpater 5! I'm working on chapter 6 and hopefully I can get it posted up by next week :) I think I might have to start shortening the chapters though :( But it means that I might be able to meet the weekly quota and there will be less stress on balancing all my stories, homework and dance.

Don't worry! The real stuff is coming up :) Here's some light content before my evil, misto torturing nature rears its ugly head. xD

Enjoy!

"You did what?" Tugger's jaw fell to the floor.

"He needed a place to stay, we have the room," Munk answered calmly as he dropped another blanket onto the floor between his and Tugger's beds.

"Why can't he just stay with Jenny? We can't have this cat staying with us!" his brother ranted dramatically. Typical Tugger, making a show out of everything.

"There's no room for him there; this is the only place available." he explained once again.

"There isn't enough room here for all three of us. I need my space," he resorted to whining. Munkustrap frowned at his brother's usual selfishness.

"Funny, I didn't mind you moving in to my den when you were in need," the silver tabby retorted. "Besides, isn't he your friend?"

"He's my best friend, doesn't mean I want to share a den with him. People get sick of eachother real fast once they start living together." He did have a point; Munkustrap was even starting to get weary of the mane coon himself.

"Well what do you suggest we do? If it bugs you that much go see if you can find another den or bunk with someone else," Munkustrap snapped. Tugger's mouth twitched at the corners but showed no other emotion.

"That's cold," Tugger stated flatly.

"And turning our backs on him isn't?" Munkustrap turned to look up at his brother.

"That's different-," he puffed his mane slightly and hooked his paws onto his belt.

"Oh? How so?" Munkustrap interrupted, obviously annoyed with his brother. The mane coon's features were knitted into a scowl, the tabby knew that he had won this battle... for now.

He finished the makeshift bed that lay on the floor at their feet, he smirked in satisfaction at the quality of his work. Tugger saw his brother's small pride in the pile of blankets, automatically deciding that the bed needed a little 'Tugger-touch'. He grabbed a small pillow from his bed and threw it on top of Misto's new one; giving Munkustrap a bold smile as he deemed it suitable. Munkustrap shoot his head, amused, and turned to leave.

"I'll be back with our new roommate," he called as he left the den. Tugger raised his hand in awknowledgement but his mind was somewhere else, This is going to be bad.

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"I'm fine!" Quaxo huffed as Jenny crossed her arms down at the young tom. He immitated the old queen's gesture and crossed his own arms in defiance.

"No, you're sick. You're not going anywhere until I deem you fit enough to do anything." she argued with a cold edge to her voice, notably making the tux angrier.

"I'm not a kitten anymore!" he groaned, his voice raising to meet her's.

Meanwhile, Munkustrap walked into Jenny and Skimble's den with Asparagus at his side. He had run into Munk on the way looking for something to do so Munkustrap decided that he could help transport the sick tux, though he was pretty sure Quaxo was going to be a lot sicker than he sounded at the moment. He could hear the confrontation in the back of the box, the kittens were giggling at the rukus and Skimble seemed to be amused by the display.

"What's going on?" Munkustrap asked as the voices drifted, Jenny's being the loudest of course.

"Quaxo's up," the railway cat put simply. The three toms looked back as they heard both Quaxo and Jenny both groan in frustration before continuing their row.

"You should go stop them or they'll be at it all day." Skimble hinted to Munkustrap as he picked up a human paper and snapped it open. He nodded to Asparagus before they made their way towards the hole in the box where the kittens had gathered to watch.

"Everlasting Cat. you're a kitten in a tom's body!" Jenny shrieked, throwing her hands in the air.

"Shove off, Jenny!" Quaxo yelled back, his face turning a beet red. The argument was taking a turn for the worse as neither would back down, the fire constantly being dowsed with gasoline by both sides.

Munkustrap looked between them as he stepped between the two in question and the audience of kittens. "What are you two bickering about?" The two cats stopped and stared at the silver tabby, making him a bit self-conscious.

"Good, Mmunkustrap's here. If you won't listen to me then hopefully he can knock some sense into you," she sighed. Munk took a glance at Quaxo; he was still sweaty from the fever, which probably hasn't broken yet or has recently lifted, and was glaring fiercely at the old queen. His arms still crossed his chest as he breathed heavily, ears flattened to his skull and nostrils flaring. A low hiss accentuated his anger but went undetected by the gumbie cat.

What put Munkustrap off was that this was extrememly out of character for the mild mannered tom. He had never seen the cat raise his voice out of true anger and wasn't one to be insubordinate; especially to Jenny. Yet here he was, watching as Quaxo, soon to be Mistoffelees if this pressed on further, shoot daggers at his self-proclaimed nurse.

"Quaxo?" he approached the dangerous cat cautiously. The black and white tom turned towards him, his expression changing drastically.

"Hey, Munk!" he smiled broadly. His face still redened but his features nonetheless light and cheerful. "I ruined the ball last night didn't I," his head ducked as he gave an ashamed look.

"Oh, no. You didn't ruin it, gave us a scare though," he tried to comfort. Jenny floated about to fix a small bag of items he would need for the move.

"Who went to the Heavyside Layer?" he asked, a slight tone of disappointment laced his speech. This was his first ball as a tom, he didn't have to sit in with the kittens, he didn't have a curfew or a limit to how much he could participate; he could dance his heart out and no one could care less. Unfortunately this whole mess had to happen.

"Gus went this year," he put simply so as to not make him feel any worse about missing it. The young tom's eyes widened in shock, Munk gave him a questioning look before Quaxo raised his paw to point at Asparagus; often referred to as 'Gus'.

"I think I'm seeing ghosts," he whispered.

"Oh no, not another Jennifer Love Hewitt," Jenny muttered as she finished packing Quaxo's bag, handing it gratefully to the silver tabby.

"Who?" Munk asked her as he grabbed the blue sack.

"I'm not dead!" Asparagus gasped in shock, realization dawned on the tux at the misconception. Asparagus was often confused for his father since they had the same name. A light blush tinted the white face fur as he gave the older tom a sheepish smile.

"Sorry," he apologized. Asparagus just shrugged it off as no big deal.

"Well, we should get going before it starts raining again." Munkustrap concluded as he looked out a window pane in the the junkpile, dark menacing clouds threatened to douse the Jellicles any second without warning. No one was aware of the great storm building up silently within the Jellicle tribe, ready to relinquish its fury at any given moment.

OK! I can't wait to start posting the next few chapters!

Small dilemma to which I need your advice. The way I've changed the story takes up a lot of the story's focus and time, possibly preventing a Misto/Tugger relationship. Should I maybe make the story a bit longer and spend more time on a Misto/Tugger pairing or should I just stick to the "action" part of the story? They way it is now, there would be a bit of the slash before the climax and then the story would probably end on a small, slashy note but you might not see too much of the M/T we all know and love. Opinions!

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