XD Well I had a poll going on my forum about what story I should write next, and everybody wanted me to do one about Oliver and my OC, Starla. So behold my new fan fic! Also..since this is a movie Disney actually HASN'T made a sequel of yet, I decided to beat them to the punch by making this the sequel (in my fan world anyway) XD

So here's chapter one! I'm really sorry if anyone is out of character...I haven't watched O&C in a looong time. But I plan to watch it as soon as I can find it again XD

Chapter 1

Remember the stray kitten who befriended a street wise dog named Dodger, and his Gang of strays? And how later on, that same kitten was adopted by a little girl named Jenny, and eventually had to choose between a life at home, or on the streets? Or how he and his friends overcame the villainous Sykes and his two doberman pincers, Rosco and Desoto?

Well..That kitten is me. My name's Oliver. I live with a little girl named Jenny, a poodle, Georgette, and Jenny's butler, Winston. Every so often, I meet strays who want to hear about my life. But all they ever want to hear is the first part: How I met the Gang then later met Jenny, and went on that crazy mission with Dodger and the Gang to rescue her from Sykes.

What? Oh, I'm sorry. I guess nobody realizes that there's more to the story. So you never heard the second part? Well then I'll tell it to you. Excuse me? Where am I going to start? That's a funny question. I'm going to start where you think the story ends.

I had been living with Jenny for almost a month. One day, while Jenny was at school, something happened that would change life as I knew it...

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"Hey kid, is the coast clear?" A white and brownish mutt asked, peeking underneath a taxi cab.

A bright orange striped kitten was crouched down low beneath it. His ears lay flat against his furry head as he peeked out cautiously, across the street. "Uhh..I don't think so, Dodger. He still looks pretty alert."

"Oh come on, man! I'm hungry!" Exclaimed a small, light brown chihuahua. "I need some chow!"

"I know, Tito. I know. Hold on, guys. I'll check again." the orange kitten said, peeking out from underneath the taxi cab again.

On the curb was a chubby man, known to the animals in New York City as Old Louie. He was known for one thing, and one thing only: His tasty sausages.

Strays often tried to swipe some of the tasty meat, but few succeeded, since Old Louie was constantly watching his surroundings. This is what Oliver, Dodger and Tito were doing right now. Trying to get a snack.

"How's it look now, Oliver?" Dodger asked, peeking out from behind the taxi to see for himself. "Not good." he answered himself. "We need some sort of a distraction."

"Yeah!" Tito said in agreement. "I say we send the cat in. He can scratch and claw that guy. While he's doin' that, we can grab the goods!"

Dodger smiled slyly, and nodded his head. "I like your idea, Tito."

Oliver came out from under the taxi cab, his ears held high, listening to the conversation. When he heard Tito's plan, he couldn't help but look nervous.

"Me-me? I'm the distraction?" he asked, uncertainty on his face as he swallowed hard.

Tito nodded. "Yeah! Your kind are the best at this kind of thing, kid! Trust your uncle Tito!"

Oliver looked at the chihuahua and raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "Uhh..yeah. Ok." he said, that hint of uncertainty still in his face.

Before he could leave, Dodger pulled the orange cat aside with a paw and whispered in his ear. "Don't sweat it, kid. If Louie gives ya any trouble, the Dodge has got your back. Alright?"

Oliver nodded his head, a smile forming on his face. "OK, yeah!" he said, sounding more confident than before.

The small orange kitten turned and ran across the street. He ducked behind a trashcan, only inches away from the sausage stand now.

The cat tried to form a plan. How would he keep Louie distracted long enough for Dodger and Tito to get the sausages? As he thought, he heard a sudden yell.

Oliver jumped and peeked out timidly from his hiding place and gulped. To the orange cat's surprise, another small kitten had gotten entangled with Louie.

The kitten was gray and white, with a bright pink ribbon tied around her neck. She was very skinny from what Oliver could see. In fact, the cat didn't look very healthy from the looks of it.

By now, Old Louie was going insane. "Stupid cat! Get outta here!"

Thinking quickly, Oliver grabbed the link of sausages hanging from the cart and ran back to Dodger and Tito, as fast as his little legs would carry him. "I got 'em, you guys!" he called.

"Way to go, kitty!" Tito praised the kitten, as he took a sausage and plopped it into his mouth.

"Not the way I planned it, but you did alright. For a cat." Dodger said coolly, as he too, ate a sausage.

"How'd you get them without Louie seein' ya?" Tito asked, his mouth full of meat as he spoke.

Oliver took a bite of sausage and swallowed before answering. "This other cat showed up, and stalled him. I don't know where she came from, but her timing was perfect." he said. "I grabbed the sausages and ran while Old Louie was still busy with her."

Before Dodger or Tito could answer, they heard another loud shriek. This time it was a cat's screech.

"Huh?" The two dogs and the kitten peeked out from behind the taxi, just in time to see Louie still wrestling with the grey and white kitten.

In a fit of rage, he suddenly grabbed her tail, making her shriek again, and with a monstrous roar, he flung her away. The kitten landed by the street at the end of the curb with a loud thud.

A small, weak mew was faintly heard over the traffic and people of New York.

Oliver, hearing the mew vaguely, turned to his friends.

"You think she's OK?" he asked, eyes wide.

"I don't think so man..that looked like a pretty bad landing." Tito said without thinking.

Oliver's fur raised up a little as this, and he suddenly ran out into the street, making his way to the kitten.

Dodger turned and glared at the chihuahua sitting by him. "Why'd you go and say that?" he grumbled, getting up and running after Oliver. "Hey Kid! Come back!" he called out.

Tito watched him run for a minute, then he hurriedly got up and ran after him. "Hey! Wait for Tito!" he called frantically.

When Dodger and Tito finally caught up with their friend, they found him sitting by the grey and white kitten. She was out cold by the looks of it.

"The poor little kid..." Oliver said out loud to himself. He turned to Dodger and Tito.

"Let's take her back to my place so she can rest." he said.

Dodger nodded his head. He reached down and picked the kitten up by the scruff of her neck, and gently placed her on his back.

Then they started for the place that Oliver called home.

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That's all for now! Review and tell me whatcha' think please:3