A/N: Hello, I'm somewhat new to the Cats Universe so this might seem a little rocky, but I'll do my best in getting all of the characters right (sorta) and I'll try not to write something that completely blows.

Disclaimer: I don't own Cats, or a cat, or a CAT scanning machine.

A young calico tom made his way down a drainpipe, using his various colors as camoflauge against the tattered and beat, orange building. This particular building happened to be an old hotel. As stated before, it was orange and appeared to have once been a lively place, full of customers and tourists alike, wanting to get a view of the sea of lights that was London. Maybe in the early 1900s this would have been a five-star hotel, but nearly a century later, this building has become a meeting place for rats and roaches alike. This tom, however, was not coming to see the roaches, or to eat the rats. Instead, he was coming to give his boss the emerald that he had stolen. Macavity would be pleased, at least he hoped, or else our tom would be staring at the business end of a sharpened claw, and Mungojerrie really didn't like the idea of dying so young. With reluctance, the tom finally entered the second story of the hotel via open window, carrying the dark stone in his mouth.

"Hey, Mungojerrie's back!" yelled a hench-cat/guard that caught sight of the only cat in the club that wasn't black or white, or ginger. Mungojerrie had to sigh at this. Now everyone in the building will know that their favorite thief had returned. He walked past the guard who gave him nod and a glance before taking up the rod that signified his high positions as sentry. Inside of the building would have reminded any war veterans of a refugee camp, but only for cats. Walking towards the spiral staircase was normal, but once one went up to the third story, they would discover the various mats sprawled in different areas across the floor. Doors were no longer on their hinges, but instead served as walkways to the different rooms. Walls were torn open, allowing no place for possible food sources to hide. There were even shops, where various thugs stole things for themselves and sold them to the other inhabitants of the hotel in order to either make their lives easier, or grant them respect. Floors were like miniature towns, they each had their own housing facilities (mostly just mats or wall mounts where the cats slept) streets, and town centers which were the large open areas by the spiral staircase. All of the floors also had their own classes. The first two floors were empty as a safety precaution, creating the illusion that it was just like any other abandoned building. The third to fifth floor are the petty thieves and spies. The sixth to eighth floors house the hired assassins and soldiers of Macavity. The ninth floor housed Macavity's personal choice of highly respected criminals, mostly with special powers and the cells where the Hidden Paw kept his prisoners. The tenth and final floor was Macavity's personal home where he kept his various "mates" and all of his jewels. The rooftop is usually forgotten, but Mungojerrie and Griddlebone like to go there just to admire the great view (This is also where secret executions take place).

Upon reaching the tenth floor, Mungojerrie heard voices from inside the room. He waited outside, hugging the wall and putting his ear to the wall in order to hear.

"Why won't you talk!?" the obviously annoyed Macavity yelled at someone inside the room. Macavity's torturing somebody, why? "Well, if you won't talk then I guess I'll just have take your beautiful body for myself. It is all I can do to not kill you where you stand." Wow, is Macavity gay? I would have never thought. Wait, this could be bad, if he asks me and I refuse, he'll probably kill me (It is important to remember that 1: Macavity has never tortured a queen before and 2: Mungojerrie isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed). He immediately ran in to try and stop a rather disturbing scene entering his head and stumbled upon something he never thought he would see in his life. A queen, with a calico coat similar to his only lighter, was chained to the wall from both her hands and feet. She was bleeding in profusely from a wound above her left eye, nothing too serious, but her body was bruised and her eyes devoid of emotion. Macavity was about to strike her again, but Mungojerrie, without thinking, rushed in front of her and took mysteriously hard blow.

Macavity was somewhat amused by his desciple's rather sudden move. "As much as I admire your chivalry, we have a zero tolerance policy for traitors and I would be in my right mind to execute you. However, because I respect you, I will give you a chance to redeem yourself." after he said that he stood, his posture the perfect reflection of patience.

"Well," Mungojerrie said, recovering from the strike to his chest, "I didn't want you to ruin her body. No offense sir, but I think I'm ready to have my own slave and a small and young prisoner, which you have so kindly beat into submission for me, would make a perfect tool to... 'relieve' me when I am stressed." The calico tom was out of breath now and blushing profusely. If he didn't have a lack of air to use an excuse it would have been easy to see.

"So, my disciple wants his own little toy to play with. I guess I could spare just one. Just be sure to be wary of her, I wouldn't want her to suddenly disappear," Macavity said with a grin. Mungojerrie knew that he had either made the best choice, or had committed suicide and didn't even know it. But Macavity was true to his word and unlocked the chains that held her. Once she was freed of her bindings, the queen fell to the floor with a rather ungraceful THUMP! The calico tom collected her off the floor and scooped her up into his arms. As he did this, the Hidden Paw walked back to the entrance and picked up the emerald that Jerrie had retrieved for him. He then walked back to his own room and left his disciple to his own devices.

"Come on now, I'm not gonna hurt ya," Mungojerrie said in the kindest voice he could muster. She seemed to whimper and struggle the tighter he held her, but he had to get her to his room on the ninth floor. It did make quite a scene when other thugs walked by him on the staircase and noticed that he was holding a whimpering queen. Some of them sniggered and some of the other queens glared and hissed. This is going to be a long day.

A/N: This was a very short intro but I really just want to see what you guys think about it. Tell me it it's too rushed or if I just need to add in some details, or if it just completely sucks. Just remember to R & R.