Disclaimer: I don't own CATS!

Hey people, so what I'm planning on doing, is posting the endings to my first two stories, and then I'm gonna keep going with this one and my others.

Warnings: This story contains hard drugs, suggestive themes, violence, death, prostitution, abortion, and even some religious stuff. Enjoy!

P.S. tell me what you think of this idea!

A ray of sunlight hit Munkustrap's face and he slowly opened his eyes, unsure of where he was. He had no idea of what he had done the night before, but he was pretty sure it was fun. He groggily started looking around and soon realized he was on the floor next to his bed, although he didn't remember how he had gotten there. "Wow... I must have had a few drinks last night," he slured, before he realized he had a searing headache. He groaned and slowly started to get up. Not wanting to fall down, he tried using the edge of his bed to pull himself up, collapsing onto his mattress. "Nice, I can just sleep this off," he thought to himself, nuzzling his face into his pillow.

But as he was about to fall asleep, a pounding from somewhere started and he sat up angrilly, gripping his head.

"Munkus, you have choir practice, be ready to leave in half an hour," called his dad, from the other side of the door.

Munkus groaned very loudly so his dad heard him, trying to make sure knew that he was unhappy with that.

"Munkus, you know how important this is, now I want you to be out of this room in twenty minutes or else," he said, sternly.

"Dad, you know I don't care about choir, I'm not going," said Munks, resentfully.

"You'll go and you'll do a good job, now get up and get ready or I'm coming in there," threatened his father.

"Old D, go to hell, I don't have to take orders from you!" he said, determinedly laying back down to get some shut eye.

Old Deuteronomy was enraged that his son had talked to him this way, although it was unfortunate that he had come to expect it, it still made him sad and angry. He made a fist to bang on the door again, but then hesitated, realizing it wouldn't do any good. Slowly he pulled himself away from the door, clenching his teeth angrilly as he walked through the den and out the door.

He sat down on a tire in his yard and watched his younger son, Tugger, playing with his friends Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. It always cheered him up to sit on this tire and watch his younger son play, even if it was just a temporary escape from dealing with Munk.

Other Jellicles walked on by, waving to Old D but then turning away when they saw the look on his face, realizing it was his son again. Old D lost track of time watching Tugger playing, wishing Munk was a twelve year old kit again. But Munk really had started to go bad young, when he was thirteen he saw other cats smoking, and so he learned to follow them, or a human who was smoking, around to wait and pick up the butt afterwards. At fifteen, he had lost his virginity and they thought he would have to become mates with the queen. At sixteen he had started drinking, and at seventeen he had gotten into catnip.

Old D looked down at the ground while he thought about it, because really, catnip wasn't really bad for most cats. But for their family, it was a lot stronger and quite addictive, and always turned out to be a gateway drug, which was why Old Deuteronomy feared for his son.

He sat there until mid afternood, just watching his younger son playing, which helped bring him out of his bad mood. As he stood up, he looked one more time at Tugger, praying to the Everlasting Cat that he wouldn't get into the things Munkus was into.

He waved to Tugger and smiled, watching as the clumsy kit with the oversized mane tripped over his own tail trying to catch his friend.

"Be home for dinner sport," he called, his son waving back with a big grin on his face.

Seeing Tugger playing with his friends put Old D in a much better mood, and he walked back to his den with a grin on his face. He was humming by the time he got inside, in a mood happy for no reason really, walking into his den with a slight swing to his step.

But all the pep seemed to fade as soon as he walked into the hall and noticed a note taped to the wall. He felt his heart sink as he starred at the note for a moment, dreading whatever it said. Slowly, he reached up and pulled it off the wall. Written on it, was only one sentence:

I'll be back tonight, late. Munkus.

Sorry the first chapter is a little tame, but I had trouble figuring out how to set this up.