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Hey guys. No, I'm not dead (if I was, play all these at my funeral service: 'Non-Stop', 'Costume Party', 'The Jellicle Ball', 'My New Philosophy', 'Freak Flag', 'For Forever', 'Mushnik & Son', 'Seize the Day', and an ultimate remix of 'Yee'. Lol, all those theater songs, and then just an internet meme). Don't give me that look, I want people to dance to good tunes when I get my ashes spread wherever I choose to or something like that.

So, I just wasted an entire ten minutes of my time dancing to all of those songs and writing a paragraph (I mean, I danced to most of them, I cried during 'For Forever'. Baylee did say I'd make a good Sally though in 'You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown'). Now enough about me, more about you.

Thank you all for being SO supportive during all this. We all know that my imagination is a little...edgy...okay, that's an understatement. My writing is stir-crazy, but you all seem to like it! I think...anyways, thank you so much for reading my stories. My sister and I have been planning this fanfic for a while (like, we talked for five hours just about this topic, throwing around cool ideas and funny gags), so I hope you enjoy 'Heart of a Jellicle'. See you in the A/N at the end of the prologue (well, I won't see you...this is awkward).

Bye!

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Prologue

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Mungojerrie's POV.

The moon shone gloriously overhead, a crescent hanging in the sky that radiated a pale silver light. Stars twinkled along with the dull streetlamps of London. Tantomile cast a tall and slinky shadow along the ground, her pair of lake blue and python green eyes shifted across our path, as if looking for something. Her tail whirled and spun like it always did when the beautiful and shy queen was nervous.

"What's wrong Tanto?" I asked, meeting her gaze. My heart pounded when she glanced at me. It always did when she looks at me. Her look could make my mind go fuzzy, transform my limbs into lead, and cause all my suave and cool attitude to abandon me, making me act like an awkward teen again. Even as her mate she makes me nervous when I talk to her.

"Nothing's wrong." She lied, looking at the ground. Her tail curled slightly around her left leg, which happens whenever she isn't telling me the truth.

I sighed and gave her a knowing look. "Tantomile, I know you. What is it?"

She looked at the moon, the light casting a half shadow on her face. "Just a vision I had. It's nothing Jerrie. Don't worry about me."

I grabbed her paw. "You're my mate. I want to make sure you're alright." Her face flushed red for a moment, but it turned back to its normal silver and brown after a moment.

"Well, in the vision, we were in a part of London that looked sorta like this. But you looked panicked...really panicked. I-I don't know what it was about. I'm just a little on edge because of it. You're an incredibly brave tom, Mungojerrie. The fact that you were scared of something makes me terrified."

If you didn't know already, my mate, Tantomile, is known to have spontaneous and dramatic visions of the future. Her twin brother, Coricopat, has the ability to read minds.

On the night of the Jellicle Ball, when they're creepily linked together and do everything in sync, they share their powers. Only once have they had a vision while their minds were conjoined, but they are able to read everybody's minds...including each others. It was cool at first, but it gets annoying after a little while.

I grasped her paw tightly within my own. "Hey, I'll be alright. You know I will." She rested her head against my shoulder, and looked tired enough to drift off into a deep sleep.

Until we heard the crying.

Sobs tore through the city, ripping through our ears and making the both of us jump at least three inches into the air. Someone, or something, was in danger.

I took off, Tantomile following at my heels. The two of us raced forwards, dashing through the streets of London to find where the noise was coming from. Weaving through the streets and alleyways, the cries still echoing not only in the city, but in my heart. My emotions were swirled up inside me, mixing around like a tornado. When I found the source of the sound, I stopped dead in my tracks.

There was a human baby in a cardboard box. He was swaddled in ocean blue blankets. He was growing platinum blonde hair, and he had large pine-needle green eyes that bore through my soul. Tantomile gasped and stopped when she saw him, then drew in another breath when she saw where we were.

"This is the alleyway that was in the vision. I remember it." She looked down to see my scared face, probably like the one I wore in her vision. She had seen this before it happened, and she had the same expression she always had when she's living one of her visions. Tanto looked as if she were in pain, agonized. That look of anguish makes me feel guilty, because nobody will ever know how she feels-knowing that something tragic, or exhilarating, or horrific is going to happen, and she can't tell us exactly how it happens. The visions scar her brain, and they're hard to explain to us. We're all grateful for her ability to see things that we can't, but nobody knows how much it can hurt her.

Now, I should probably explain some things. Most don't know this, but Jellicles are sort of afraid of humans. Who knows what would happen if the people found out that their pet cats have the ability to turn into a human-sized, humanoid cat, and are able to do things like use magic. That's why we live in remote and desolate places like the junkyard. When we get inside, the magical barrier is supposed to keep humans away from seeing our home, where everything is made to look bigger, to look as if you were in the form of a normal cat (I mean, we can do that if we want, but not until we're at least a year old). We have our human owners, but if they ever found out that we were Jellicles...let's not dwell on that subject. All in all, it's absolutely forbidden that they see our tribes.

But this tiny little boy...he was harmless. If he could get past the barrier somehow…

"I want to take him back to the tribe." I announced, picking the tiny baby up from the box. He looked about five or six months old. "I'm not about to leave him out here to die, even if he is a human."

Tantomile looked shocked for a moment. "What about the barrier? What if he gets hurt if we try to take him into the junkyard?"

I pondered on that for a moment. "I don't think it was designed to hurt humans. Maybe originally, but after Misto improved it, maybe not." The barrier was created by Macavity, but Mistoffelees added a little touch of magic to make sure it wouldn't hurt anybody, if it still was underneath Macavity's control. Tantomile seemed satisfied by that answer, and briskly nodded her head.

We eventually walked all the way back to the barbed wire fence surrounding most of the junkyard. I watched as Tanto scaled it with ease, but I had a little trouble, holding the baby and all. When I got to the top, I climbed down with caution. When we were trekking across the junkyard, I gasped at every little stumble. For some reason, I had become very attached to the small baby in a matter of moments. Tanto and I didn't have any kits of our own yet, but I've always wanted a son. Maybe...if Munkustrap and Old Deuteronomy let us…

I stopped when I came across the barrier. It didn't look like much when you stared at it directly, like just air. But when you look at it out of the corner of your eye, you could see an almost translucent field, almost like a thin shield of mist protecting us.

Here goes nothing… I stepped forwards. The forcefield held me back for a moment, and I was worried something was going to happen to the baby. It felt like I had just gotten a static shock, probably because I was holding the infant. But suddenly, I stumbled through the barrier. I gasped for breath, not expecting to go through the human-proof shield. Tantomile followed me, her eyes on the baby. "How did they make it through? Misto said...he said it made us entirely safe from humans…"

"We'll figure it out later. Right now, we've just got to get him inside." I said, looking at the baby, almost in a trance-like state. Tanto nodded, and we set off through the junkyard. The infant was starting to cry again, and that had sent me into a panic.

Alonzo had heard the crying and came to greet us when we got to the center of the junkyard. The barrier protects the entire junkyard, which has five clearings in total. It's a huge junkyard, bigger than most humans think. There's the Main Clearing, where all of our homes are. It's sort of the center of everything, and has a ton of space. Then there's the South Clearing, the West Clearing, the East Clearing, and the North Clearing. Kittens usually run off to play in the East and West Clearings, the South Clearing isn't used much, and the North Clearing is where we go whenever we have a bachelor party, which is a fun occasion that most likely has me smuggling catnip into the junkyard. Alas, after Sillabub and Plato got married, there will be no more bachelor parties until our kittens are grown up. The oldest was about two at the time, so we had a while to wait.

"Hey Jerrie, what's up...what's that?" He asked, his emerald green eyes growing larger when he saw that I was holding something, and it wasn't loot (uh, the reason we were out in London was because I was trying to teach Tantomile how to steal. It went really wrong and ended in both of us getting soaked).

"Um...a human." I answered. Tantomile cringed, waiting for the black and white toms reaction. His eyes got wider, and his paws flew to his mouth. I thought from behind his paws I could hear him say: 'Jerrie, what have you done?!'

I stormed past him, not minding his shocked and horrified expression, and marched into the center of the junkyard. I was honestly glad it was Alonzo that found us and not Munkustrap, who would have freaked out.

I slid down the junk pile with ease, none of the various pieces of garbage slowing me down. Tanto, on the other paw, had no such luck. She tripped into a collection of beheaded Barbie dolls, five different kinds of grandfather clocks, and came out with a lollipop stick stuck to her tail (not as bad as when I tried to take Misto stealing. I swear, he may be good at dancing, but take him robbing? No. He's one of the biggest klutzes in the junkyard).

As Tanto tried in dismay to get the sticky candy stick off her tail, I knocked on the door to Old Deuteronomy's den. He answered the door almost immediately, always up reading in case anything happened.

"Old Deuteronomy, we need to talk to you about something." I said, looking into his caring blue eyes. He nodded, and opened the door wider so we could come in.

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"HOW COULD YOU JUST LET THEM DO THIS?!"

Alonzo hardly ever raised his voice, especially not to his own grandfather, but he seemed out of options (not to mention pretty ticked off). "ADOPTING A HUMAN IS LUDICROUS! IT'S UNHEARD OF! IT'S ALSO DANGEROUS AND FORBIDDEN!"

"I think it's wonderful idea. The child hasn't been exposed to humans yet. He doesn't know we're different from him. He's so young and innocent. He can't cause us any harm, my grandson." Alonzo looked as if his face was ready to bust it was so red. His eyes still had a crazed look in them. Never had I seen him so mad, when he was usually calm and collected too. This was very unlike him.

I looked down at the baby. His eyes had met mine, and I saw a curious glint in them. They were the color of evergreen trees, and held warmth and kindness, but also a bit of mischief. I smiled down at him, and it was reflected back at me when the infant gave me a laugh.

Alonzo looked back and forth from me to the baby. Then from the baby to Old Deuteronomy. Then from me to Tanto. Finally, he sighed, and looked at the ground. "I guess there's a first time for everything."

As mad as Alonzo seemed, I understood his intentions. He just wants what's best for his family; Cassandra, his mate. Bomburalina and Tugger, his parents (it's an adoptive relationship, but they're his parents either way). But most of all, his little brother Mistoffelees. Misto and Alonzo share a bond stronger than anyone else in the Junkyard. Alonzo is and always has been fiercely protective of his little brother, whereas Misto has always seen Alonzo as his idol, his hero, and most of all, a shoulder to cry on and a best friend. No one could tear those two apart, ever.

Anyways, Tanto and I started getting excited and jumping around for joy, shrieking with victory. We were the guardians, the parents of a child. A son. A son of our very own, who we got to love with all our hearts. Sure, he was human, but does that make any difference? I didn't think so, and hopefully, the others in the tribe won't either.

I looked at the child. Those mesmerizing eyes glittered as he laughed with us. I could tell he was destined for great, great things someday…

A/N

...Or he could just bring the junkyard's demise. Ya know, that too. So yeah, before I go start CRYING IN THE CORNER FROM LISTENING TO 'SERVANT OF EVIL' ON REPEAT (listen responsibly folks), I'd better finish this author's note.

Um...I hoped you all enjoyed the prologue! I sure did! I would like to thank Baylee (LunaOdin1234) for immensely helping write this chapter. Also, I have nothing against Barbie, but I find it funny that some random little girl (or boy) would rip all their heads off, so I put that in. Yep. My friends tell me I'm weird for a reason.

Baylee: Please favorite and follow!

Critique as much as you like, just don't swear or say anything inappropriate. This fanfic is the opposite of gas station bathrooms-clean!

That's it for now, see you next time!

Sayonara (Goodbye)!

-Luna.