The Victoria Kitty Fanfiction Times
Destruction of the Jellicle Junkyard
PART ONE
'Honestly, I can't sing' groaned Munkustrap from his bed as he was lapping up some warm milk that Jemima had given him.
'Don't worry Munku, it’s gonna be alright. I’m sure Mr. Mistoffelees will be able to fix up that poor cough of yours' said Jemima sympathetically, nuzzling Munkustrap gently.
*coughsplutter* 'I hope you're right Jemima, although I thankyou for your kind support over these weeks, I know you’ve had a lot of things, and a recent conflict with Victoria as well! I hope you guys will sort it out and make up so we can continue in peace’.
‘Yeah, hopefully we will be able to. She’s so quick tempered though, just because she wanted MY pink ribbon, doesn’t mean she’s gonna get it. It will be catfight to the death around here, I’m telling you’ said Jemima as she carefully checked Munkustrap for a fever. She gave out a long sigh before adding ‘you’re not gonna get better anytime soon if you keep having this stupid fever’.
Munkustrap sighed as well. ‘All thanks to Macavity. He was the one who gave me the stupid cold when we were fighting the other day’.
*LEGASP* ‘Why on EARTH would you keep on fighting, you know its not going to do you any good’ said Jemima.
‘I know, but he keeps threatening to kidnap someone. If I don’t do something, who else will?’ sighed Munkustrap.
‘I’m sure we’ll find someone. Maybe Admetus could help you?’ offered Jemima while stroking Munkustrap’s face reassuringly.
Munkustrap got up from his bed and started to pace around. ‘I am not sick, I will do something. I’ll show that stupid Mcavity who’s boss around here, and Jemima, please don’t touch me’ snarled Munkustrap as he stomped out of his cave/junkyard home and leaped up to the lookout post, where, sure enough, Mcavity was waiting for him, his eyes glistening maddeningly red in the hot, midday sun. Mcavity had been waiting in this very spot for the past three weeks, just waiting for Munkustrap to come out and challenge him again.
It’s not like he’s going to win this time thought Mcavity menacingly. He knew full well that Munkustrap was sick, and that Jemima had been caring for him. He used to watch Jemima coming back and fourth between her home and his, but then he got bored and just started to find more attention in the goings-on at the local club. He was known as Rumscarus there, a quiet cat, but known to have been cheating at cards. He wished it was as simple as it was then, before he had taken up the name Mcavity and become the most fearful of all cats, but that was all in the past. He couldn’t do anything about it, and it wasn’t like he was going to change now, he couldn’t.
Stop trying to be soft he thought and resumed staring at Munkustrap threateningly.
‘Why have you come here?’ said Munkustrap to Mcavity.
‘Why, I just wanted to have a lil’ fun with your ladiessss, if you know what I mean.’ He let the word ladies roll off his long tongue. ‘You have some darn good ones in this heap’ said Mcavity.
‘You leave our ladies alone; it’s none of your business what going on around here and
it certainly never will be. You were welcome here once, not anymore. Leave, and don’t come back.
You are not welcome here.’ Growled Munkustrap in a threatening voice he didn’t even think he was capable with, even with a cold. He sneezed then continued pacing.
‘Oh ho there, I’m not welcome. That’s something new, even if I do say so myself. I am a Jellicle, after all’ said Mcavity, sounding dr
unk.
‘You haven’t been a jellicle for a long time, fishface, and you are not about to be. Leave this junkyard at once, and don’t return. I keep asking you... you... yo-‘
‘YOU JUNKHEAP’ chimed in Mungojerrie, just as he was going back to his den after his afternoon walk. Then he saw something moving down at the western gate and he ran of, meowing angrily.
Prologue
Mcavity laughed then jumped onto Jemima’s den, ruining the roof and sent junk and dust sprawling everywhere. When the dust had cleared, he was nowhere to be seen. Munkustrap passed out cold and Jemima had to drag him back to his cave and put him in his bed. Mcavity got away scotch-free and Munkustrap learned a hard lesson: Do not fight when you have a cold, stay in bed. Its cheesy but true.
Thankyou for reading, stay tuned for part two.
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