Cat, Black

Yeah She's Fine, She's All Mine

Yeah She's Fine, She's All Mine
(ok yea i cant even lie i completely forgot i have wattpad rip anyways heres the next few chapters :p)

Everyone in the Junkyard had gotten used to Demeter very quickly. She was a sweetheart, a bit scared, but still sweet and kind to everyone. The kittens loved her, and Bombalurina had started to stick close to her.

On the topic of kittens was Demeter's own daughter, Sillabub. The small red kit happily bounced around with the other kittens in the tribe whenever her mother let her, and would cuddle up next to her mother and sometimes even next to Bombalurina when she became tired from all the play.

Tumblebrutus and Pouncival would play around with the tiny kit, gently tackling her and running extra-slow so that she could tag them when they played games.

Victoria, Mistoffelees younger sister, could often be found teaching Sillabub how to dance. Or, at least, trying to teach her. Sillabub was still young and easily became distracted from the dancing.

Munkustrap, as usual, sat guard on top of the tire that lay in the middle of the junkyard. From atop the tire, he could see a majority of the cats as they danced, sang, ate, cuddled, knitted, and a number of other things. Another corner of the Junkyard was occupied by Alonzo, who was supposed to be keeping a watch on whatever Munkustrap couldn't see, but Munkustrap was very certain that the black-and-white tom was asleep.

Another black-and-white tom emerged from a different corner of the Junkyard; Quaxo stretched for a second before slowly making his way over to where the gray tom was perched.

The magical cat had been back at the Junkyard for the same amount of time as Demeter; nearly a month. Generally, he was flitting in and out of the yard, only coming back to greet his sister and a few others before leaving.

If you asked Munkustrap, he would say that Quaxo was sticking around to see how Demeter and Sillabub were. He was slightly protective over his younger sister, so maybe he was worried that the newcomers would harm the white kitten?

Quaxo jumped up onto the large tire, and gave Munkustrap a nod.

"Quaxo," Munkustrap started. "Did you sleep well?"

The tom nodded. "I did. I can't say the same for your brother, though. Apparently I'm a blanket hog and I ruin his beauty sleep."

"You should really consider finding your own den," said Munkustrap.

The other shrugged. "I'm probably going to head off in a few days, so I don't think I need my own den."

Munkustrap blinked, surprised. "Where are you going?"

"Off. I have things to take care of, I just wanted to make sure that everything was okay here. It's a strange time, and there's places to be. Things to do."

"...Oh."

Despite the tuxedo cat never being around normally, it had been nice for him to be there. Quaxo was very good at entertaining the kittens, calming down his sister, helping out the Toms and Queens with the occasional task, and had been surprisingly good at lifting heavy objects. This was coming in great handy; the last time that Macavity had come for a 'visit' to the Junkyard, he had knocked over many things.

"Yeah, I have a job  to do over in the Groove, and then Uncle Bustopher has been wanting some help with a few things. Earns good money," Quaxo continued. Munkustrap didn't know if he could tell that the gray cat was confused, or if he was just elaborating because he could.

"Well, I hope you have a good time with your... Tasks." Munkustrap told him, slightly tentative. He had no idea how such a small cat could be so useful. He was barely an adult, just as Munkustrap younger brother, yet seemed to be working twice as hard.