Just to make things clear, this isn't the sequel to my fanfic 'Obsession'…this just a series of one-shots from different Jellicles on how they see Munkustrap when they finally rescue him!

I don't own Cats…unfortunately…

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I stared at Munkustrap as he lay on his side on the mattress in the infirmary. He was sleeping. We had just managed to get him back a few hours ago; I carried him home, away from Macavity's torment. I watched as my mate, Jennyanydots, treated his wounds as he slept. His normally bright silver black-striped fur was grimy. His ribs were sticking out from under his fur, his eyes were bruised, his lips swollen; claw marks marked a spot on his chest…just above his heart. I sighed. Munkustrap was curled up tightly, a sign he wasn't comfortable around others. His head rested on one of his arms while the other lay beside him, his paw clenching and unclenching in his sleep. His normally peaceful face was…uneasy, I guess would be appropriate. He gave a small groan in his sleep and I sat up. Jenny gave me a soft smile.

"He's a little scared, dear," Jenny murmured. I watched as she gently rubbed Munkustrap's ears.

"He's been through so much," She whispered. I watched as tears pricked at my mate's gentle brown eyes. She loved Munkustrap more than anything…other than me of course, and our adoptive sons. I knew how she felt. I cast my eyes back to Munkustrap as he whimpered and trembled in his sleep. I wanted to help him, I wanted him to stop being scared, stop his pain…but I couldn't. Not what after Macavity did to him over the space of a year and a few months. I shuffled over to Munkustrap as Jenny left his side to go outside to wipe her eyes. I rubbed his ears; his pressed his head into my palm, his sleeping face going calm. I smiled. He was always one of my favourite kittens and when he grew up…one of my favourite Toms, always so polite and respectful but he had a playful side as well. As I sat beside him I began to wonder. Munkustrap was shattered into many pieces…into many fragments. I knew Munkustrap would recover…but there would be pieces, fragments, which were missing. Munkustrap hazel eyes flickered open slightly and he looked at me. He gave a sigh and his eyes closed again. I stared at Munkustrap, my heart aching. The poor boy. He would be a Tom I'd proudly call my son, as Deuteronomy must surely be proud to call him his son.

"Oh, Munkus," I murmured, resting my paw on his shoulder. Jenny came back in and sat beside me.

"Do you think he'll recover, Skimble?" Jenny asked me. I gave a slight nod.

"To a certain degree, love," I told her. "He might go back to singing and dancing and telling stories to the kittens…but there'll always be something at the back of his mind…something that will make him hold away from the others," I looked at Jenny.

"He will never fully recover, love," I murmured. I looked back at Munkustrap. "He'll never be the Munkustrap we all knew and loved…which is the greatest tragedy,"

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Skimble's point of view! I don't know who will be next…maybe Mistoffelees?

And I'm trying to write the sequel to 'Obsession' while I'm writing this…so :D

Anyway, please read and review…

Luv HGP!