A/n: I'd like to say thanks to Zosia for reviewing, I'm glad you're enjoying it and I promise there will be much much more of this. is currently working on chapter 10. I hope it's not too confusing, and like you said, if the reader is paying attention, it shouldn't be! But, just to be sure, if it's first person then it's either Tugger or Alonzo and that's going to be obvious as people rarely think about themselves in the third person... Also thanks to my other reviewers as well, it's nice. Anyways, here be chapter four, so enjoy and please tell me what you think, good or bad I'd appreciate feedback as always.

Chapter 4 - To Find a Magician

Another important thing that we had to do was find Mistoffelees, or at least what had happened to him. Alonzo was adamant that Macavity had nothing to do with it, he'd just vanished but whether of his own accord or not, he had no idea. Either way, we had to find him, even though we couldn't even agree on when he had actually disappeared.

"We have to find out who was the last one to see him, maybe they know something useful." I suggested. Alonzo shrugged and agreed with me.

"How do we go about doing that?" he asked, sounding doubtful.

"Simple," I said, smirking slightly, "We ask." Alonzo rolled his eyes, I knew what he was thinking. I'd noticed that he was avoiding the rest of the tribe as much as he could, only speaking when someone spoke to him. He didn't ever meet anyone's eyes, and he knew what we-, they were saying about him. He would have to face them at some point, some things were more important than his current popularity among the tribe, or lack there of.

I shot him a warning glare, just to remind him that he had to do it. He flinched, he actually flinched. My eyes widened in shock, he wasn't actually afraid of me, was he?

"Fine." he conceded. We made our way around the Junkyard, gathering the tribe together again. I decided it would be easier than going around and asking everyone individually. that was probably my first mistake. When they were finally all gathered in the main clearing, I addressed them.

"I think it's time we find out what happened to Mistoffelees. We know that Macavity didn't do anything to him, but had also made sure he couldn't escape on his own. We need to know what happened, and we need to find out when he actually disappeared." I began, looking around at them all.

"You're sure it wasn't Macavity?" someone spoke up, a queen's voice. I looked at Bombalurina, still as beautiful as she ever was but at the same time she looked weary, drained. I guess we all did to some extent, even me.

"I'm sure. If he'd done it, he wouldn't have been so pissed off about it." I replied.

"What about him?" the scarlet queen spat, pointing at Alonzo, who blanched when they all turned to glare at him. I sensed danger, and was ready to intervene, but the patched tom did nothing but sigh.

"When could I have done anything? How? He was keeping such a close watch on me, I couldn't even breathe without him knowing about it. How would I have had the opportunity to do anything to Mistoffelees?" he retorted, eyeing Bombalurina defiantly.

"How the hell would we know? We never saw you, unless you were..." the red queen had begun shouting, but she apparently couldn't say what Alonzo was. Both she and Alonzo looked away from each other, she looked hurt, he looked guilty. Again. Damn it, what the hell had been going on around here?

"Enough!" I growled, and they all snapped back to looking at me, many of them seemed surprised at my outburst. In any other situation, I'd have laughed. "I'm certain Macavity didn't do it, and Alonzo is on our side. It won't do us any good to start fighting amongst ourselves. Whatever he's done," I indicated to the patched tom, who was still staring at the ground, "It's in the past now. We need all the help we can get, there are more important things to do now. We need to find Mistoffelees, and we need to help Munkustrap." I finished dramatically. There was a collective gasp from the assembled cats, followed by mutterings of 'He's alive? Munkustrap's alive?' I called them all to silence again.

"Yes, he's alive. He needs help, but he's alive. I would have told you before, but if Macavity found out that I knew he was alive..." I explained, glancing at Alonzo again.

"We also have to find Mistoffelees. Who was last to see him?" I announced, and was answered by a confusing babble of shouting, everyone talking at once and I couldn't make out any one of them.

"One at a time!" I shouted over the top of the noise. I soon realised why Alonzo had been less than enthusiastic about this task. It was a nightmare trying to sort it all out. Finally, we knew when everyone had last seen the conjurer and Alonzo and I sat down and went through it all, sorting out the timeline as best we could, with the occasional help of the others. Finally we had it.

What we had made no sense at all. Apparently, he'd vanished from the face of the Earth for three hours, then he'd been seen in five different places at the same time. I know he has magic, but he couldn't use it so it made even less sense. He seemed to have vanished after that point though, so I just figured that some cats were confused about times. It would have been understandable, considering recent events. The strange thing is, no-one saw him leave. He seemed fine, from what those who had last spoken to him said. He'd certainly been fine the last time I'd spoken to him. I couldn't think of any reason for him to just up and leave, without telling us or trying to take us with him. What with Alonzo's continuing concerns about who had managed to kill Macavity, I was pretty sure that it hadn't been Mistoffelees' choice to leave.

That conjured up a whole host of new worst-case-scenarios in my mind. I was pretty sure that he'd been taken, kit-napped. I couldn't think who else would have something against him, why they would do such a thing. Did the Jellicle tribe have another enemy, apart from Macavity? Or was it an enemy of Macavity's that had done this? What did they want with Mistoffelees? Why did they take him? What did they do to him? Was he alive? Millions of questions ran through my head, driving me mad. I didn't have the answers, I didn't even know where to begin looking for them.

The tuxedo patterned tomcat walked along the pavement, cautious and alert. His ears twitched at every sound, and his eyes darted from side to side. He was trying his best to look like he knew where he was going, but in actuality, Mistoffelees had absolutely no idea where he was. He'd found himself in this strange town a couple of days ago, and still wasn't sure how he'd ended up here. He was looking for a way back to London, he didn't have the energy to use his magic. He was afraid to go back, Macavity would be livid that he'd vanished, the ginger tom would probably kill him. But how could he stay away, leave his family and friends to stew in this mess on their own?

The small conjurer let out a yelp of pain and surprise as he was tackled from behind. He landed hard on the ground, hissing in fear, but before he could even think about getting up never mind retaliating, something heavy sat on top of him holding him down. He tried to twist around, get a look at his attacker. No, his attackers. There were more of them, but he saw nothing but dark shapes moving around him as his face was forced into the concrete. All he knew was that they were feline. Then all he knew was pain, as he was scratched and beaten, was that agonized yowl really coming from him? Finally the pain subsided, and everything went black, Mistoffelees knew nothing more.