A.N. I HAVE REAPPEARED! I have been very busy costuming and I haven't had much time to write, but a few days ago I was really bored in class and I wrote the first chapter of this. So…yeah.

Enjoy! R&R!

Coricopat hissed as the henchcats grasped his wrists, their claws digging into his skin. This only made the grasp on his wrists tighten painfully. He struggled, but to no avail. All he could do was reluctantly be dragged closer and closer to Macavity's headquarters.

The large, dark building loomed high above them, casting an intimidating shadow. Coricopat swallowed nervously. He still didn't have the faintest idea why the henchcats had taken him. They had appeared out of nowhere, grabbing him off his perch on the old car. And now he thought, I'm probably going to die. Just lovely. He was shaken out of his thoughts when he was thrown to the floor. The cold, hard stone collided painfully with his bones, making a burning pain shoot through his left paw.

Shakily, he raised his head, his green eyes reluctantly meeting the dark, threatening eyes of Macavity. The wild-looking ginger Tom smirked sadistically, his gaze revealing his amusement at the dark calico's pain.

"Ahh, Coricopat," he chuckled darkly. "So nice of you to drop by."

"What do you want Macavity?" Coricopat hissed, narrowing his eyes.

The ginger Tom ascended from his perch, strutting down to the floor.

"Well, your little Tribe really pissed me off at the Ball. You weren't exactly that welcoming towards me and my henchcats. Rude, very rude. So I devised a plan. The Jellicles would do anything to get one of their own back from me. Especially one of their precious psychic cats."

On the word psychic, he slammed his foot into Coricopat's ribs. There was a loud 'crack' and Coricopat whimpered, feeling some bone snap. Macavity laughed a loud, cold laugh, eyes glinting manically.

"The Jellicles will panic. They will demand that I return you, bombard me with pointless threats, and I will suggest a trade."

He leaned down, his face inches from Coricopat's.

"You…for Demeter."

"You sick freak!" Coricopat yelled, clawing at the Tom. "You can't just leave her alone, can you?"

Macavity flinched backwards when Coricopat's claws came in contact with his nose. He responded by kicking Coricopat in the jaw. Another loud 'crack' rang through the room. Macavity turned on his heels, beginning to walk away.

"Jasper, Silas," he called behind him. "Do what you wish. Just leave him alive."

A large brown tabby and a brown and white harlequin stepped forward. The tabby spoke.

"Will 'barely alive' work, boss?"

Macavity nodded curtly.

"Quite well, in fact."

The two Toms smirked, closing in on Coricopat as Macavity exited the room. The harlequin made the first move, pulling him off the ground, his fist colliding with the dark calico's nose. Coricopat felt blood run down his face as he was passed to the tabby, who tamed his knee into Cori's stomach, knocking the wind out of the smaller Tom. He was dropped to the floor, where feet slammed his sides and head. Pain radiated from the dark calico, blood sluggishly running from the multiple injuries.

Through his swollen eyes, Coricopat saw the blurry gray figure of a cat dash forward from the small crowd.

"Enough," the blurry figure yelled. It may have said something else, but Coricopat's ears were so battered, he wouldn't have been able to tell. "Enough of this. Anymore, and he'll be dead. You heard the boss: he needs this cat alive. Now go! Everyone to training! Now!"

Coricopat closed his eyes slowly. He felt a gentle pair of paws lift him so he was leaning on someone's shoulder, his arm around their neck. Slowly, they began to move, Coricopat's feet dragging on the ground.

"Stupid damn Toms," the cat muttered angrily.

That was the last thing Coricopat heard before he drifted into unconsciousness.