Coricopat and Tantomile sat intently still outside the studio, watching everyone through the window. Inside, several human beings were practicing some kind of self-defense techniques. Coricopat and Tantomile had been coming to this studio sense they were 4 months old. During their childhood, the twins were often being picked on by pollicles or bigger cats because of their strange abilities and small stature. Because of this, they learned only to depend on each other; they rarely ever opened up to anyone else. Sure, they respected all of the other jellicles and loved them like family, but they never trusted anyone of them. They had never been separated from each other either. The two were always side by side, mimicking each other's move.
The constant bullying also prompted them to come to the studio daily. For three hours they watched and practiced outside the studio. During these past 6 years, they had gained what humans call “black belt” in several martial arts, including Shotokan Karate, Judo, and Kung Fu. Both Jellicles were equal in their abilities and complemented each other extremely well in any scruff. Their martial arts abilities also helped them to harness there uncanny sense of clairvoyance. Inside the studio, the instructor introduced a new kick technique to his class. The twins, focusing intently on their target, which happened to be a dummy shaped like Macavity, struck the dummy using their new skill. Their target, being the dummy’s head, flew off of the dummy’s body.
“Dead on,” Tantomile said.
“We still need more practice though, we are just learning it,” Coricopat commented. Soon, after, the instructor ended the class, and the twins left, carrying the “injured” dummy.
“It’s a shame this happened to it,” Coricopat said, speaking of the dummy, “You made to Macavity’s exact likeness.”
“It was pretty hard not to. How can you get a face like his out of your mind?” Tantomile asked. Coricopat certainly knew what she was getting at. Back when they were near a year old, Macavity had heard of their unique powers and attempted to take the twins in order add their powers to his evil arsenal. However, they were always able to evade Macavity because of their clairvoyance. They always knew when he or his minions was coming and were able to prepare themselves to fight or flee.
The twins walked down an ally that lead to the junkyard, when suddenly, both felt that danger was eminent. Macavity, they felt. They looked around for a place to possibly hide from Macavity, but there were none.
“Do you see anyway to get out of this without resorting to fighting?” asked Tantomile.
“No. I guess this means that we’ll have to fight after all”
“Okay,” said Tantomile, resting into a defensive stance behind Coricopat, “Are you ready?” Coricopat paused for a long while before answering to his sister.
“Yes,” he said, and settled into his fighting stance as well. The twins were back to back, ready to defend themselves against any danger that might come their way. However, they saw nothing around them.
“How odd, I still feel that something is around, but I don’t see anything,” said Tantomile. Coricopat, acting on a hunch, looked up, just in time to see furry blurs zooming down toward them from above.
“Look out!” he shouted, and managed to jump kick one of the falling cats before it could attack. Tantomile was being attacked by two of the attackers, but managed to subdue them before she was badly injured. The fight lasted for minutes, until finally the twins were able to fight off their opponents.
“No you idiots! Why are you running away? Oh, now I have to do this myself!”
Neither twin new exactly who this voice belonged to. Tantomile noticed a silhouette standing on top of a trash can. The silhouette leaped down right in front of the two Jellicles.
“Your better than I thought you were,” said the silhouette.
“Who are you? What do you want?” demanded Coricopat, resting n his stance again.
“Hmf! How rude of you to talk to an agent of Macavity’s in such a way!” The silhouette stepped out into the light emanating from a street lamp. The twins were amazed that they were face-to-face with...
“Griddlebone?!” shouted a surprised Tantomile. Griddlebone simply fanned her self with her fluffy tail and chuckled.
“Of course! Hadn’t you recognized my elegant figure and poise?” he asked vainly.
“Of course you two wouldn’t know anything about that, being the small wretched alley cats you are. But I guess that will change once I get through with you.”
“You?!,” Coricopat and Tantomile exclaimed in unison, “What could you possibly do to us?!”
Before they could even sense the oncoming attack, Griddlebone kicked both cats to the ground. She hurled Coricopat into a pile of boxes, and slammed Tantomile against a wall. Both Cats were severely hurt by her powerful attacks. Griddlebone laughed hysterically at the two pathetic looking felines.
“Isn’t it amazing what a little money will do? TEN years of FIVE styles of martial arts experience in SEVENTEEN different countries through out the world! Does it show? It must, because your scars and bruises sure are!” Griddlebone chuckled as she watched the twins struggle toward each other. Suddenly, the twins felt that another danger was approaching them! Griddlebone noticed the change in their faces and was disgusted that they weren’t paying attention to her.
“What are you making those faces for? You act as if you are shocked or something! Well, I guess you should be, I did just best you!” But, Griddlebone heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Taking in the scent in the air, she cringed. Out of nowhere, a large Pollicle ran toward them.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pollicle!!!!!” Griddlebone cried as the large German Shepherd ran after her. The three cats scrambled for their lives. Coricopat dived into a trash can to hide from the pollicle. Griddlebone, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky. She managed to evade the pollicle, but by crawling through a gap in a sewer drain. Coricopat could here her cursing about her now dirty coat. Soon, the surroundings seemed silent. But strangely, Coricopat could not sense whether danger was eminent or not. Coricopat peeked his head out from the trash can to see if the pollicle had left. Everything seemed orderly, so Coricopat jumped out the can.
“Hey! You over there! Help me get outta here! I’m getting so DIRTY!!!,” Griddlebone shouted to Coricopat. Coricopat hadn’t been paying attention to her though. He’d been trying to find his sister.
“Tantomile, you can come out now, the pollicle’s gone!” he shouted. He decided that he would use his powers to try and locate. He stood still and meditated, trying to find her location, but, he just couldn’t do it! He took a deep relaxing breath, and tried again, but still got nothing!
“I don’t understand this! Why can’t I do it?!” he shouted in frustration. He thought that it would be best to run to the junkyard and tell Munkustrap, but just as he was about to head off, he realized something...
“Oh god,” he said. “I don’t remember how to get to the junkyard!” Coricopat tried to remember, but failed. He fell to his knees and punched the ground. He shouted, “What’s happening?!” He was getting scared, he didn’t know what was happening to him. Hearing laughter, he turned around in the direction where he thought it was coming from, but was wrong. He looked around and couldn’t tell where it was coming from.
“Wrong way, little man,” said Griddlebone, chuckling at Coricopat’s incompetence. He looked in the right direction, straight at Griddlebone. Griddlebone could see the fear in his eyes. She simply stared and laughed at him.
“Look at you! A mere shell of a cat! Your pathetic! You can’t even find your way to your home!” She gave a haughty laugh, and nearly fell over suffocating. Coricopat’s fear was replaced with anger. He turned away and ran in the direction he was hoping would lead him to the junkyard. Griddlebone stopped laughing and became worried herself.
“Wait!” she cried, “How am I gonna get out of this drain?!” A small rumbling rolled through the sky, and rain began to fall. It slowly trickled in to the drain. Griddlebone screamed at the sight approaching stream of water and went wild trying to find and an escape route. She spotted a small opening that lead to the sewer. In an instant, she dash through it, just barely getting away from the water.
On the surface, however, a confused Coricopat was stumbled through the rain. He felt so lost! He lost his sense of direction, he powers, and feared he would soon loss his mind!
“Tantomile, where are you?!” The thought of the pollicle running away with her in its mouth flashed in his mind. The thought was too much for him. He collapsed onto the ground and began to weep. He had never been so frightened before; he always had Tantomile by his side. But, now, she was no longer with him and he began to believe that she may never be again.
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