The next day, mid-morning the two sisters walked proudly out of Demeter's den. After waking up early Bombalurina had decided she had a reputation to uphold, and even if the one tom she felt incredibly close too had pushed her away, well, she would move onto bigger and better things!

The two of them lay down and stretched out on the east side of the junkyard, letting the sun warm their fur as they contemplated the situation ahead of them.

"So who are you going to get?" Asked Demeter.

"Not sure, no one else in this tribe really matches Tugger….." Demeter sat up.

"Your thinking of bringing in an outsider?" she gasped. Bombalurina brushed her nails and shrugged.

"Maybe. Theres rumours of this tom…"

"The powerful one?"

"Yeah, I mean, just think if I came in with that on my arm…." She begin to smile, her eyes darkening. "Why I would pay to see Tugger's face!"

Demeter laughed with her sister, "So, how are we going to find him?"

"With a little help from my friend." Bombalurina said and she rose onto her feet and set off across the junkyard, Demeter in tow.

Mistofolees was still asleep when a loud knocking echoed though his den. Opening it he met Bombalurina's chest.

"Eyes up little man." His eyes met hers. "Now, I need some assistance."

Cassandra, with Tugger slung over her, sat in the prime spot on top of one of the junkyard heaps gently played with his ears as he snoozed, head resting on her back.

"Oh heaviside." She muttered. Tugger wearily opened his eyes.

"What?"

"Look!" Cassandra hissed, and Tugger sat up. Bombalurina had entered the junkyard, on her arm a tall, muscular, ginger tom. Bombalurina's smug smile coupled with the strangers proud air made it very clear they were an item.

"…" Said Tugger.