I was sitting in the theatre waiting for Cats to get back on as I started writing this chapter. Brought my three little sisters this time. We are all super exited! The girl that played Misto was a mess afterwards since it was the last performance.
Waking the next morning curled up in bed made of blankets was wonderful. Waking up to the loud squeal of two little kids and being scooped out of that bed, not so much. Apparently, Tugger lived in a family with twin, seven year old girls. One of them, with curly, out of control, blonde hair and sparkling green eyes, scooped Quaxo out of his spot curled up next to Tugger. She hugged him tightly, squealing excitedly as she swung around to face her sister and parents. "Lookie, Mumma! A new kitty! Spotty brought a friend over!" She exclaimed as she rushed over to her mother, Quaxo dangling helplessly from her arms. "Can we keep him? Please!" The mother of the two glanced down at the kitten hanging from her daughters arms. "Keep him? Maybe. If he is here when we get back from school and dance, and he doesn't belong to anyone else, then we can. Come in, put the kitty down and go get ready." The girls both let out a exited squeal and rushed over to Tuggers bed, where the quickly dumped Quaxo and rushed back to their room to get ready for the day. Tugger chuckled slightly as the now ruffled Quaxo was deposited back into his bed. "You look like you just got licked by a pollicle." He chuckled as he groomed his mane. Quaxo glared at him and rolled his eyes. "You live with that? I... How do you go everyday without dying?" Tugger chuckled once again. "They don't usually pick me up like that. Unless they are exited." His ears twitched forwards in anticipation as the two girls came running back to the bed. "Bye Spots! Bye Noodles!" The girls chirped as they placed a kiss on both cats heads, first Tugger, then Quaxo. "Mumma! Papa! We're ready!" The girl that hasn't picked Quaxo up, who had short, straight blonde hair, called as they shrugged on their backpacks. As the mother walked over, followed closely by the father, to the door, Tugger sprang from his bed and rushed over as well, meowing loudly. Quaxo huffed a sigh and padded after him, guessing that this was when Tugger usually left for the junkyard. As soon as the door was open, Tugger darted out and Quaxo followed. Tugger reached the end of the driveway and turned to pad down the sidewalk, towards the junkyard. The two girls called out goodbyes as the cats padded darted across the road, then stopped as they ducked into the bushes.
For every step of Tuggers, Quaxo had to take three, which apparently amused Tugger greatly. "Come on, Quax, keep up. You're falling behind." The older tom chuckled. Quaxo gave Tugger a glare, but sped up to trot beside him. The walk to the Junkyard was mostly silent, other the the occasional times that Tugger tried to start up conversations. "You are an awfully silent cat, you know." Tugger eventually sighed after yet another failed conversation. "Why so? I saw you become pretty quick friends with Lonz. I don't scare you, do I?" There was a slight hint of hope in his voice as he said the last part, as if scaring the younger tom would bring a great deal of pleasure to him. Quaxo's only answer was a slight grin, a roll of the eyes, and a shake if his head. His silence caused Tugger to sigh again, obviously tired of the tuxedo's silence. "Come in, Quax. Say something!" He mewed as the hole in the fence that the tribe used as an entrance came into view. Quaxo gave Tugger a broad grin, the cared enough to speak. "Something." Tugger gave him an unamused glare, but a hint of a smirk lifted his mouth. "Well, at least I know you didn't become a mute overnight." The fluffy tom sighed, then slipped through the gap in the fence, grimacing as he twisted himself to get through without snagging his beloved mane on the jagged edges. Once they were both through, Tugger once again took the lead and padded into the main clearing. "Looks like the kittens are still in their de... Oof!" Suddenly, Tigger was pounced on by five of the tribes kittens. Plato, Victoria, Cassandra, Pouncivil, and Rumpleteaser had apparently been awaiting the older toms arrival and were now all sitting on him. "Tuggy! You promised to tell us another story when you got here! We want to hear about Stellos!" Plato, who was sitting in the toms chest and completely messing up his mane, said in way of explaining the sudden attack. Tugger chuckled slightly and reached up, then pushed the kit off of his chest, giving the others the same treatment until he could pull himself up. "I will later. Right now I have to go talk to Sorrel with Quaxo." He gestured towards the black and white tom, causing the others to loom his way. Pouncivil and Rumpleteaser were more exited to see him than the others, although they all rushed over to hug their friend. "Quaxo, you're back! Maybe now Alonzo will stop moping around like he lost his favorite toy." Rumpleteaser squeaked happily, then grabbed Plato's hand, who then grabbed Victoria's, who latched onto Pouncivil, who snatched up Cassandra's, so that the five were all connected. "Let's go tell Linzy right now!" Teaser then took off as a run and, being latched into her by hands, the other kittens had to follow behind. Tugger watched them go with a slightly chuckle, then turned to Quaxo. "Alrighty, let's go see Sorrel."
"Sorrel? Are you in there?" Tugger yelled into the entrance if the protectors den. The silver tabby, of course, wasn't in her den, after all, the sun was already up and the tribe was already milling about, only a careless protector would be in her den at this time. "Sorrel should be near the old human house. Someone said they heard something sniffing around in there this morning. Probably just a pollicle that got loose." Tugger and Quaxo whipped around to face the tom that spoke from behind then. "She took Munk, Mortimus, Whistle, and Deme with her to check it out." The tom was a golden tan tabby with beautiful green eyes. Tugger nodded slight, thankful for the information. "Alright, thanks Skimble. Come in, Quaxo. Lets go find her before the kittens come here looking for us." With a quick nod to Skimbleshanks, Tugger turned and started off towards the abandoned house that sat just outside the junkyards borders, on e again leaving Quaxo with no choice but to follow.
The closer they got to the house, the less Quaxo liked about getting any closer to it. He could sense that something terrible had happened here and he certainly didn't want to find out what. They were close to the junkyards dance when two slender bodies slipped in front of them. "Quaxo, we though we..."
"Sensed you coming. Can you..."
"Feel the evil? We came here to..."
"Wait for you. The house doesn't usually..."
"Feel so terrible. Something very bad has..."
"Happened here today. We don't know what though."
Coricopat and Tantomile, the mystic twins, blocked the path as they spoke, which only led to Quaxo feeling worst about entering the house. "I feel it. We have to go seed, though. Sorrel took a group here today. Something might have happened to them." The tuxedo said, and the twins nodded in perfect sync with each other.
"Well then, shall we..."
"Go see what happened?"
Quaxo nodded and the four continued towards the house.
What happened in the house? You all have to wait for the next chapter in order to find out! *Evil laughing* Please Review, Rate, Fave, Follow perhaps, if you like anything about this story! Also, perhaps back out my other fanfic, Fathers and Sons? It casts a totally different light on Macavity.