A/N: I'm so upset that I got writer's block right when I'm getting to the extra awesome part that will either make you hate me, or love me! Yes, I am foreshadowing in an Author's Note. I call it creative ingenuity. Don't worry, you'll understand later in the fic. P.S. Please check out my new poll so I have a fanfiction summer project! PLEASE.

"You must confront the one you fear the most… Macavity…"

…Her one fear, realized. How could she confront Macavity? ... He'd been hunting her down for a full year now, and was still trying to get to her and her family. Could she do this? … She didn't understand why she needed to do this, but if it was going to help her dark future and the tribe in any way, perhaps she could create a better future… maybe.

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The wary afternoon briefly lasted, and the sun was near the west horizon, creating an aura of blazing orange and red. The blinding light touched the night air, faintly sketching the darkened shadows of the Junkyard. There was no florescent streetlamp brightening London just yet. The evening was a simple pre-setting of the little day left for the Jellicles. It reminded Victoria of how precious the little hope was to the tribe at that moment. The irrelevance of darkness would be stronger than ever if they were given a flickering flame to destroy any relentless torment that night could send to them.

Victoria remembered when things were a bit more normal; when she was probably the smallest kitten in the whole Junkyard, aside from Electra. She remembered when Zela wasn't in the Junkyard, and no one knew of her existence. Those were days when Macavity wasn't trying to hurt them constantly. In some ways, Vicky felt like blaming Zela for almost everything. She waltzed right into their lives, made herself perfectly comfortable, and then betrayed them to Macavity. And after winning back everyone's trust and abruptly leaving, she comes back and brings Macavity among them once more. They dealt with a series of attacks because of him and the golden-red queen. It was either for this reason that Victoria was upset with Zelaphelia, or the fact that she was taking Misto away from her.

Yes, it was a petty thing to conclude to. Her mate spent so much time with her half-sister that the white female gained a small insecurity. Zela was getting all of the attention, and everyone was so concerned about how this was affecting her and Plato and Cassandra that no one was thinking twice about the newly pregnant queen of the Junkyard! No one gave her a second glance, not even Jellyorum, who was also stealing the tuxedo tom away now and again, but it was for a legitimate reason. But it was Zela who kept acting like she was in distress since the kittens died, though this was an extremely insensitive way to put it. She felt awful for her sister, but was no one going to watch out for her now? Victoria was seldom envious of anyone when she was little, but ever since the gold-red female came, everything was different.

Suddenly Victoria's ears twitched, feeling a presence of another feline behind her. She turned herself from the mattress she sat on that was sprawled across several junk piles that were not too high from the ground, but still got a good view of the sunset. She noticed a bright glare off a glittering coat, and the white queen quickly realized that it was her mate. She smiled happily, glad to have seen Misto again. "Misto!" she exclaimed, turning herself around to face the tuxedo tom.

Mistoffelees smiled cordially, and hopped up next to his mate in a flurried manner. Vicky embraced him vehemently, which turned out to be stiffer hug than she pictured. Misto parted from her and smiled happily, "Vic…" he murmured, "How are you feeling, love?"

Victoria grinned, trying not to look too bright by the question, "Oh, I've been feeling fine, Misto." This was a lie, naturally. The white queen was relentlessly trying to make it look like she wasn't having any problems, despite being pregnant for almost four weeks. She wasn't sure why she couldn't simply tell him what was bothering her. She was hoping it was simply her mood swings that were making her feel so negative. Not just towards Zela, but to anyone. She wondered briefly what else could possibly overtake her while she was carrying kittens.

Misto's eyes were still filled with concern, which pleased Victoria greatly. He came closer to her and stared down at her paws, "You don't have to lie to me, Vic." He said quietly, "I know I haven't been with you for awhile, but I've just had a lot on my plate. If you need anything-"

Victoria chuckled before nuzzling into her mate's chest, "No, Misto. I'm just fine! I've been dizzy a couple times, and I've eaten a little more, but it's been a good few weeks. Can't say the same for the past few days though…" Her mood suddenly turned melancholy as she turned inwardly to the tuxedo tom and smiled up at him.

Mistoffelees smiled back at her as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her close to him. They curled up together on top of the mattress, despite it being completely unsanitary. He shrugged and looked out to the sunset, "I know what you mean… I've been trying to sort it all out, but it's just too much being thrown at the tribe. Jelly and I are still trying to help Plato, but we aren't having much luck with the cure. And I've been trying to help your sister, but she's just been depressed, and all she's been doing is sitting around in her den. She's in a dead-state. I just asked Tantomile and Coricopat to come and help her, but I'm not sure how that went yet. I'm telling you Vic, I feel swamped." Misto suddenly chuckled, in spite of himself, "You know, I now know how Munkustrap feels."

The white queen chuckled with the tuxedo tom. She hated how troubled he was, but in ways, he did seem an awful lot like her father. Victoria nodded as she sat up to look at him straight-forward, "How are things going with the cure? Is there anything new?"

Mistoffelees shrugged, "I don't know, really. Jelly and I just started our research. We're searching through her medical books, using samples from the blood on the kits, in Vitalee, Plato, and I even drew some of my own blood for tests." The tuxedo tom merely shook his head, "So far, it isn't going very well, but Plato's condition is fairly steady, so if we're lucky we might find something that might at least cure his symptoms."

Victoria nodded, trying to keep up and understand everything he was saying, "Well, maybe things will start getting better, and it might start to calm down soon-"

Suddenly, a voice broke out from not too far a distance: "Misto!" It screamed.

The white female groaned, knowing this was going to ruin her moment with her mate. Mistoffelees looked away from Victoria and stood up on the mattress as he stared around. She reluctantly followed in his stance, and suddenly saw a rushing golden-red shadow that was thrust from the shadows. The white queen almost grimaced as she saw Zelaphelia heading up towards them hurriedly. "Misto," she said again, seeming to be out of breath, "You won't believe it! You won't believe what the twins said!" The gold-red female stopped just to retrieve her breath, but then quickly jumped up onto the mattress to meet the mates.

Mistoffelees untangled himself from Victoria and stood up. She could no longer smell his heavy and sweet scent of smoke and magic. His whole attention span seemed to have shifted from his mate to her sister. This frustrated the white queen, and made her resent Zela just a little bit more for taking hold of the engrossment that was rightfully hers. Maybe it was a selfish thought, but didn't she deserve at least one moment with her mate alone? Reluctantly, Victoria looked up at Misto and Zela, the tiniest bit interested in what the gold-red queen was talking about. She didn't want to be annoyed by her half-sister. She was sincerely hoping that it was just being pregnant. Mistoffelees half-grinned, "How did it go? What exactly did they say?"

Zelaphelia didn't even sit down. She seemed in too much of a panic. Vic put away her petty insecurities long enough to be concerned. Zela inhaled and exhaled sharply, "Basically, they were reading in my thoughts, and they told me that… in one year's time, I'm going to lose something, gain someone, and the ones I love are going to suffer from my decisions. That whole process is going to happen three times…"

Misto nodded in understanding, "Okay so… that will happen three times in one year?"

"Exactly." She answered. The tuxedo tom nodded again and looked like he was about to say something until Zela quickly opened her mouth again, "And that's not even the worst part. They told me that I have to confront Macavity!" When they heard this, the mates were vocally put at a stalemate.

Zela rolled her eyes as her mouth went agape, "That's what I did! Oh Heavyside… this is a disaster… How am I supposed to do this, Misto? I knew I'd have to deal with Macavity at some point, but actually confronting him? It's impossible! There's no way I'd get near the Warehouse without getting my throat ripped out!"

Misto's face finally unfroze as he shrugged disagreeably, "Well, maybe that's not entirely true, Zel. You kept saying that he's after you, and he's going through all this trouble so he can get to you. Maybe he's actually expecting you to come to him." –He slyly grinned- "And besides, I doubt any of the henchcats would be able to rip your throat out."

Victoria grimaced, as she got past her unexpected reaction of Zela's shocking news, and found the need to vacillate about her mate and sister again. She was bewildered if she was jealous of the gold-red queen or upset with Misto. Either way, the last one with her was going to get a tongue lashing, and she wasn't even sure what she would say to either of them. The white female sat aside from the conversation, feeling like the third wheel, which she knew she shouldn't be feeling. Victoria was pretty sure that having anxiety was bad when pregnant.

Zela quickly smiled but then sighed again, "But now I'm not sure what I should do. I can't just walk into the Warehouse and try fighting him. And even if I do go, Macavity still has more power over me, no matter what happened last fall. I'm screwed basically! If I leave, Macavity will win, and if I do nothing, things will just get worse!" The gold-red queen through her paws up in frustration and paced complicatedly on the mattress.

Victoria watched her sister, and decided to end her silence, "Well, Zel, I suppose… the only thing you can do is what you think will be best… for you and the tribe." Her words were vague, and somewhat meaningless, but it was all that the white queen could think of.

The gold-red queen paused and raised an eyebrow at her sister. She quickly sighed, "I know… I'm just not sure what that is. I know I have to face him… I just don't know how…"

Misto quickly stepped forward and looked like he was about to say something, but their whole conversation was quickly interrupted with someone else's voice: "Zela! Zela, where are you?" It was too far away to recognize, but the gold-red queen quickly reacted.

She stood up and stared around, "…We're back here!" she called hesitantly. Before any of them realized it, they saw a silver tabby rushing to their little convocation. Victoria could have sworn that all three of the young adults had some sort of surprised reactions, which were executed at the same time.

Munkustrap looked at each of them individually, and when his gaze passed from his daughter to her mate, his frown deepened. While the protector still stared at them, and glanced at Victoria's stomach, he spoke to the gold-red female softly, "Zela, I need to speak with you. Now."

Zela didn't seem too hesitant, but she did slowly crawl off the mattress and wandered past Munkustrap and back into the shadowed path that lead into the main area of the Junkyard. Before she left, the silver tom side-glanced her and began backing away, but kept his cold, unforgiving stare at the mates, "And I'll speak to you later," he said to them in a deathly quiet tone, "both of you."

Victoria hung her head in shame, for she knew perfectly well why her father was acting so icy. He knew about the pregnancy. She didn't know how he knew, but he did, and the white queen couldn't have felt worse about it, considering she was about a third's way through, and she'd only told Misto, Zela, and Demeter. She never even mentioned it to Jemima or Lectra, and they were her best friends. What was wrong with her? Why was she suddenly being so secretive and insecure? This didn't feel right. For the first time, Victoria felt guilty. The two Jellicles stood there together in an awkward silence, thinking to themselves what they had done. Finally, Misto turned to his mate and raised an eyebrow at her, "Vic…are you okay?"

Victoria shot a glance at the tuxedo tom and shrugged, feeling defeated and tired, "I don't know… everything with you, and Zela, and my dad, and the kits… I just don't know anymore…"

Mistoffelees grimaced and stared away from her. He looked as if he were avoiding her gaze. Instead of looking at her, he simply walked over to her and wrapped his paws around her waist. He held her in a tight embrace, and didn't speak a word; the magician just held her like she was a kitten. Victoria wasn't sure if she was exactly comforted by this, or why Misto suddenly got so emotional, but she did feel good to finally feel a private moment with her mate…

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It didn't take too long for the streetlamps to begin lighting the Junkyard. The white florescence showered down on the Rum Tum Tugger while he sat on a wide metal platform hanging ten feet from the ground. Ironically, he was hiding from all of the queens, and circumventing attention toward himself. Everything that was going on seemed to bug him, which was confusing because he rarely cared about any of the problems that defaced the tribe. However, the Maine Coon did know when to be serious, and whether it was for the Macavity attacks that Munkustrap had been describing, or Zela's little depression. But what was on his mind at that moment was what the gold-red queen had said to him: that he didn't know what he wanted. The thought had been haunting him the moment she said it. But it wasn't her or her words that were upsetting him. Tugger was thinking more about how bewildered he was. Maybe because of who he was and who he had become through the years… maybe he didn't know what he wanted. He knew he liked Zela a little more than the other queens. He knew that he wanted to spend more time with her, and the Maine Coon knew for certain that he missed her and cared about her. But the golden-red queen was so confusing to him. She was going through Hell, and there was no way of knowing how to help her. What was he supposed to do?

"Hey, Tugger." A voice suddenly purred from below. The Maine Coon groaned when hearing the death of his peaceful silence. Reluctantly, he looked down to see a scarlet queen smirking up at him. Tugger scowled, and looked away from her, but he knew she wouldn't go away, no matter how he acted to her. As he predicted, Bombalurina leaped forward on a few spare automobile parts that were steadily piled-up. She gracefully stepped onto the platform and sat herself down. "What's up with you?" She asked mockingly, "You look down."

The leopard-spotted tom growled at her, but she didn't react. Tugger rolled his eyes in bitter annoyance. He really just wanted her to go away, but she didn't seem to read his mental thoughts. The Maine Coon groaned, "I'm fine, Bomba. I'm having a rotten day, that's all."

Bomba blinked, seeming genuinely surprised, "What happened?"

Becoming even more annoyed with the scarlet female, Tugger scowled at her and turned away, "What do you care, Bombs? You only ever seem to torment me. Since when did you ever want to know how I feel?"

In sudden amusement, Bombalurina tittered as her eyes smiled gleefully, "Oh, Tugger. Even after a few years, you're still a naïve fool."

Tugger's scowl only deepened, "Hey! I'm not naïve, and I'm not a fool. I just don't see why you seem to care about how I feel at all. What's your excuse?"

The scarlet queen shrugged as she looked at the air for a few seconds, "You just look down, Tugger. What's been going on? You don't seem like yourself lately. All this time, you've been moping around, acting so helpless. You're not the sarcastic, thick-headed tom I've usually enjoyed. What's got you …-wait... It's her isn't it? Zela? Is she the reason you've been skulking around the Junkyard?"

Tugger didn't answer her question, mostly because he had no idea how to. Bomba's words brought up a blank page in his head, and made him unable to think anything of Zela. "Bomba…" he murmured quietly, "Do you think that… I don't know what I want?"

The scarlet queen raised her eyebrow, looking surprised by the question, "Well… I don't know Tugger…maybe. Why? What does that have to do with-"

"All this time, I thought that I was fine with being curious about other cats; being myself." Tugger gazed at the scarlet queen and sighed, "Being everything that everyone either loved or resented… being the Curious Cat. But now I keep thinking maybe that isn't what I want. I can't stay this way forever… but I don't want to give it up."

Bomba stared at him, grimacing and putting a friendly paw on his arm, "You know…you've always been a strange one, but everyone loved that about you. You were different. How can you decide that everything about you suddenly isn't working?"

"I don't know Bomba." He groaned in slight frustration, "Maybe it is her. She's like every queen I've met, but I'm more attracted to her than any of them. I thought maybe it was because she was like you. Pretty, smart, charming… Hell, she's probably more like you than Demeter! But that doesn't seem to matter. I don't know why, but I'm still so confused by her."

Surprisingly, the scarlet queen didn't mock him for this seriousness that was so unlike him. Instead, she shrugged, "Maybe she's just a charmer, like us. That might be why. We were together once, and well… she is related to me. But she's a lot more serious than we ever were."

The Maine Coon stared at Bombalurina. She was still as smart as she was when he was still with her, but he wasn't necessarily sure if he believed her. "I don't know, Bomba… It's so confusing, and being serious… Maybe I don't know what I want… Not from her or from anyone else."

Bomba sat down closer to him, and what was so surprising was that she seemed more serious and understanding than he would ever expect of the saucy female. Tugger thought about this, and allowed her to stay next to him. The Curious Cat realized he did want someone to talk to, and the only queen that really understood him seemed like a good cat to be company…

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Munkustrap walked quietly behind Zelaphelia as she led the way from the borders to the den. He was contemplating once more on everything that was happening. So far, he got about half of it straight. He knew Macavity was involved in what happened to Plato, somehow. He also knew that his daughter was pregnant and neither she nor her mate told him. This was frustrating, knowing that he wasn't sure exactly what was going on in the Junkyard, but he knew that he had to start calming down or he'd probably die of stress overload. But none of that seemed to matter now, because the silver tabby formulated an idea in his head, and Zela was one of the vital parts.

He knew Demeter would never approve of what he wanted to do, but he already got Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer in it on his way back from talking to Deme, and he just needed Zela to join in and maybe this could work. With some hesitance, the silver tabby glanced forward and paced a little faster near the golden-red queen's side. "Listen, Zela…" he said in a quiet tone, "I know you've been through a lot, and your mother's made it quite clear to me that you need some help."

Zela looked over at her step-father and sighed miserably, "She's too worried. And I did get some help, actually. Misto helped me. He got the twins to see me, but I'm still trying to understand everything they told me…"

The gold-red queen rubbed the back of her head as the silver tabby nodded, seeming to understand. "Their messages can be fairly obscure, but I'm sure you'll understand it later. I don't usually go to them. I don't trust myself with the future. I feel like I should know what I know so I don't run into worse things."

Zelaphelia nodded, grinning slightly, "I guess so… I hate being so confused. I usually know what to do in these types of situations, but… I've been so lost these past few days. I'm confused, but I still want to help. I just don't know how…"

Munkustrap paused, wanting to smile at that reaction, because it seemed to work for him on what he wanted to ask her. He knew he should probably wait to see what Deme thought, but he didn't want to wait. If he could just get into the warehouse, he could get through Macavity's defenses and find out what he was hiding, and whatever it was that the ginger tom had planned could be used to find a cure more easily. Once they cured Plato, things could get back on track. But he needed cats who knew the area. Quite suddenly, the silver tabby stopped, as if having a stroke of brilliance and excitement. This was the first positive thought he had all week; of course he was going to remain elated about it. Munkus watched Zela turn around to look at him. He sighed and looked at her as if she were some hope left in his position.

"Zela, I know it's been a confusing couple of weeks, and I know you're not in the best condition. Trust me, no one really is, but today, I got an idea. We now know that Macavity has something to do with what's going on. The blood samples on the kits apparently matched Plato's. It's a scary thing, but if Macavity is behind this like we expected, maybe something he's got could help us… I know it's a lot to ask of you, but I need Jellicles that know the warehouse. I need you to help Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. I asked them earlier if they wanted to do some spy work around the Warehouse, and they said they'd help. If we have three of you, maybe we can find what we're looking for. I know… it's probably a little petty to start spying, but I'm desperate. I want the tribe's safety more than anything right now Zela, and I need your help to do it."

Once concluding his small explanation, Munkustrap stared at the gold-red female, almost begging with his eyes for the aid he sought. Zelaphelia didn't really react any way he expected her to. She seemed removed from the conversation, as if her mind was somewhere else. She didn't look too excited about this, which he expected. Teazer and Mungo had reacted much the same way. The silver tabby tom sighed looking at his paws in some anticipation, but then was able to look back up at his step-daughter with the hope of an answer.

The gold-red queen finally looked at him, "Munkus… I don't know… I don't know if I'm ready for something like that… Does my mother know about this?"

Munkustrap shook his head ashamedly, "No. I didn't tell her." This thought actually shook him a little, knowing that he hadn't even talked to Deme about what he thought about everything. Had he grown that much clandestine? The protector discarded the thought and turned back to Zela, "I know it's a lot to think about. If you need time to consider it, I'm willing to wait for the plan to be executed. Is that okay?" He raised an eyebrow at her as if she were a kitten being asked a simple question.

The golden-red female nodded and looked around quickly, "I… I'll think about it." She said simply before going in a direction perpendicular from his. Munkustrap watched Zelaphelia leave him quickly, and with a breathy sigh, he decided that he should probably include Demeter in this little plan since it did have her daughter as one of the key points. That would work out well…

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Zela stared around the Junkyard as she paced quickly away from Munkustrap. Her paws had grown heavy and were harder and harder to lift with every step. Her thoughts were clouded with the twins' words and the opportunity she'd just been given. The offer stood in front of the gold-red queen like a piece of the sky had dropped in front of her. She wasn't sure how to react to it, though. She could go with Jerrie and Teazer to the Warehouse and try to steal some of Macavity's secrets. If they got enough, it could help Jelly and Misto. Zela had the courage to think that something like this could work. But then there was the actual thought of going into the Warehouse and sneaking around, trying to find what they didn't know they were looking for. It could prove to be a difficult task very easily. Could she still go through with it? Could this be the way to confront Macavity?

Suddenly, the gold-red queen stopped, and stared over the tribe's home; her home now. If she went on this mission, it may be the last time she ever saw it. If Macavity found her, he'd never let her go. Maybe if she accepted the mission, it wouldn't count so much as coming face-to-face with her father, and simply be looking around for his property, and risking torture and death. That could be a problem, especially because she was basically surrendering to the enemy if she were to be found, and not to mention, Mungo and Teazer were there, which meant that they could just as easily be caught and captured by Macavity's stooges. If more cats got hurt on the gold-red queen's account, she would never forgive herself. How could she? Five kits were dead by Macavity's paws, Plato was barely clinging to life, and normal living in the Junkyard was in serious peril. Zelaphelia groaned, feeling so bewildered and stressed.

She knew she had to go somewhere. She had to find someplace to be where she could think everything through. Or maybe if she found someone to talk through it with it could be easier? Like the twins, or Mungo and Teazer, or maybe even Tugger. Zelaphelia slightly grinned at her own brilliance. Tugger would know what to do… or… at least he would listen to her, and give her some advice. Maybe she was beginning to be blinded by his charm. When she thought of this, Zela turned to the other direction, in hopes of finding the Maine Coon. She stared around, realizing that there were fewer and fewer Jellicles wandering around. They were probably all talking about what was going on, and that scared her, knowing how bereaving the Junkyard was becoming. When she looked around, her eyes caught a peculiar sight that made her pause. She saw Tugger curled up with Bombalurina. He was smiling at her, and she at him. They were together, and that confused and devastated the gold-red queen.

Zela was understandably not one to get jealous normally, but things were anything but normal. Quickly, the confusion turned to an abrupt rage and a flurry of assumptions. Zelaphelia could easily overreact to anything. She padded up to the high platform where the two sat together and stared upward. "Tugger." She called quietly, yet sternly.

The Curious cat and the scarlet queen looked down suddenly to see who was calling, and Tugger's brow quickly raised high on his face as he stared at the golden-red female. Zela could feel herself practically glaring, but she couldn't bring herself to calm down. Not after seeing this. Bombalurina quickly looked around awkwardly, and then looked back at Tugger, "Umm… I'll… I'll see you later Tugs…"

Bomba quickly hopped off the platform and crawled to the ground. She glanced at Zela with something of a questioning look, but then just sauntered away speedily. The gold-red female stared after her with a blank face, and quickly began climbing up crates to reach the platform that the Maine Coon was sitting on awkwardly. He looked over to Zelaphelia with his lips curled back and his paws facing himself. She could sense his mood just by his movements, and right now he seemed nervous… maybe upset.

The gold-red female sat herself on the platform and gazed at the Curious Cat with a frown, "What were you doing with Bomba?" she asked inquisitively.

Tugger looked up at her sharply, then tried to loosen his hard stare, "We were talking, Zel." He said, slightly grinning, "She wanted to see if I was okay, and I didn't have anyone to talk to. No harm."

Zela's eyebrow rose, "I didn't think there was…" she walked quietly to the other side of the raised platform, "but… you're okay now aren't you?" she inquired.

"Not really, Zel." He said at a side-glance, "I actually want to know if you were okay."

The gold-red queen shrugged, and looked down at her paws darkly, "I don't know Tugger…" she said, "Why… didn't you talk to me?"

"You were busy with the twins and your depression, remember?"

Zela's featured turned dark, but she didn't let it affect her too much, "I know. And I think they tried to help… but I don't know… so… what's really wrong with you?"

When the question came out, Tugger finally looked at her with some tranquility, "Nothing, Zel. I'm fine." But the second the gold queen saw his face, she knew he wasn't being truthful with her, and that was infuriating.

"You're lying to me." She said simply.

Tugger's brow wrinkled as he stepped forward, "C'mon Zel, I don't lie to you. Or do you remember nothing of the past few weeks, hm?"

The gold-red female scoffed, "I haven't been able to get past the last three days, if you can't recollect everything that's happened!"

"It's not exactly my job to keep track of everything, Zel." He said with a gelid tone.

Zelaphelia glared at him, "Then what is, Tugger? Hanging around and flirting with queens you're not with?"

Tugger raised an eyebrow, "Oh, so we're together now? I had no idea…" he laughed bitterly at his own sarcasm, "And I wasn't flirting with Bomba! We were talking. I told you that. But you don't believe me do you? You don't really listen to anyone but yourself."

Her glare intensified, "That's not true. How dare you accuse me like that!"

"Oh, so I can't say anything against you, but you can accuse me whenever you want! Now I know how it works, thanks for clearing that up."

Zela rolled her eyes, "Do you ever take anything seriously? Or are you going to act like a damn pollicle the whole night? Why do you have to take everything like a satire joke?"

Tugger narrowed his eyes on the gold-red queen, "Why do you have to overreact to everything?" Zela really didn't have an answer after that. He had shot a bull's eye in her head, and she couldn't exactly think at that moment. Before she could think of anything to say, Tugger continued, "You know, if you can't lighten up and be a little rational, then why are you talking to me? Why aren't you running, like you always do? You and you're stupid nomadic lifestyle..."

Zelaphelia scowled, feeling the anger sizzle her inside and boil to the rising point of her temper. She hated fighting, and he knew that, but he was seriously pushing her. She could barely look at him. Why was he acting so innocent, like he was doing nothing? Why couldn't one cat in the Junkyard understand her for once? "You know what, I will!" she screeched at him acerbically. With that, the gold-red female stormed off the platform and leaped into the air to land safely on the ground. She skulked away, leaving the Curious Cat with his jaw agape. She hated him for everything he said. He wasn't there for her when she needed it. The Rum Tum Tugger was instead flirting or "talking" with the scarlet queen. She couldn't take it. She was angry, and couldn't think straight. Nothing was going right…

When she got far out of his vision, Zela finally calmed down, but she was still very upset. Zela knew things weren't going to get better if she stayed around. Things would only get worse, which was proven through both the twins and Macavity. She had to blame herself for everything; because that way, she could find some way to make things right. And the only way to do that was to take any opportunity at hand. The golden-red female sighed, as she knew what she was going to do. She was going to confront Macavity, whatever the cost would be…

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