This is my 2nd fanfic (what a change!) and it's based on the premise that the cats mentioned in The Naming Of Cats (Peter, Augustus, James, Victor, Jonathon) must have been Jellicles at some point, and so what happened?
Peter (three generations pre-kitten generation, a.k.a Deuteronomy is a kit)
"No, I swear, Growl, I'll get the money! Just don't hurt me!" Peter yowled. He was backed into a corner by the notorious Growltiger. His sleek black coat was soon to be a sleek red stain on the pavement. He had disgraced the tribe, his mate, and himself. He had no money, he knew and Growltiger knew it too. It was only a matter of time. A week at most, about an hour at least. Peter was, well, screwed. It wasn't fair on his kits, or his mate, or Gus, his brother. Poor Jelly and Jenny. Poor Tashimink, his sweet mate, who didn't deserve this.
Poor him! HE didn't deserve this! He wasn't just going to- splat-….die…
Yay! He's dead! Woop! Next chapter up soon!