You have unspecified history with Macavity, a feared criminal amongst the cats, and ran away to safety to the Jellicle tribe. Ever since, you've grown close with the female cat, spending a lot of time together day and night.

One day, you were out in the junkyard. It was evening, the sky darkening by the minute. Then a loud car drove buy. You turn your head around, suddenly panicked and paranoid about a certain someone having come back for you. "Macavity.." You whisper to yourself before scurrying away to the darkness of the junkyard to be safe, hiding. Footsteps approach, and a familiar, soothing voice calls out to you. "What's wrong?"