-Jemima's Point of View-

I was on top of the TSE1, as I was each night.

The moon always entrances me outside of my den, and Skimble lets me go, despite Jenny's complaints.

Ahh, Skimble.

My loving caretaker.

He was the one who found me and saved me from Macavity.

I owed him my life.

I looked back up at the moon.

It was its prettiest tonight.

I breathed out, letting my air become noticed by the moon's radiant light in the cold air.

It almost seemed as if the moon was staring down at me, smiling.

She understood everything.

Suddenly, I heard a noise, and looked over.

Victoria was waltzing out of Misto's den, smiling like an idoit.

Misto's D-d-den?

I slunk inside of the car trunk, so I could spy on my friend.

It was one in the morning?

What was she doing out here?

She gave a perfect twirl.

Perfect.

What I'm not.

I wanted that voice in my head to shut up.

I pounded my fist against the inside of the truck.

Too hard.

It fell open, and I tumbled out, hitting my head on the freezing ground.

Victoria looked at me.

"Oh! Jemmy! What are you doing out here?" she asked.

She knows the answer to that.

"I might ask the same about you." I said, firmly.

"Well...I was at Misto's....and-" I cut her off.

"This late! Really Vicki? You need to stop staying so late at tom's houses." I told her.

"Why?" she asked, cheerful as ever.

I looked seriously at her.

"I've heard.....rumors." I muttered.

She looked at me, as she said, "What."

"People have been calling you......names." I told her.

I never wanted to tell her this.

"What names?" she asked, clueless.

"They called you a two-timing slut!" I told her.

"What?" she asked again.

I didn't want to have to talk to her, so I ran home.

I ran past Skimble.

Past Jenny.

To my room.

Locked the door.

Why did he choose her?

Am I not pretty?

I bet Bomba inhearited all of the looks.

They had found my sister, Bomba, with me, when we were little.

No toms ever like me.

I cried that night.

I can name a handful of toms that I like that dont like me.

Plato- He's with my best friend Victoria.

Misto- He's also with Victoria.

I cried harder.

Alonzo- He has Cassandra.

Mungo- He doesn't hang around with anyone but his sister.

Pouncy- He's with Vicki.

Tugger- He's with almost every queen in the junkyard.

There's no one for me.

I'm all alone.

I was running through a field, and who should I see but Misto, Tugger, Pouncy, Alonzo, Mungo, and Plato.

There's blood everywhere.

They've been fighting.

I listen in to hear their conversation.

"Victoria's mine!" Pouncy screeched, while biting Mungo's ear, blood dripping down it.

"Not in this lifetime!" Mungo screamed back, biting Plato's wrist with so much strength, he nearly tore it off.

I felt like throwing up, or screaming, or both.

"She'll always be mine!" Plato exclaimed, biting Tugger's thigh.

"I'm so cool! She loves me! We're perfect for each other!" Tugger was screaming, while biting Misto's stomach.

I screamed in protest, but it was no use.

Misto was dead, on the dead blades of grass, his perfect white and black fur being tainted with red.

Alonzo came over to me and hugged me.

I sobbed in his arms.

I woke up screaming.

It was only a dream.

Only a dream.

I cried into the blanket I used for a bed.

It was early morning.

The dream had scared me half-to-death.

"Jemmy darling!" I could hear Skimble's voice from behind the locked door, "What's wrong."

I didn't answer.

I didn't want to.

I wanted to die.

But, still, I have to put up an act for the others.

The ones who don't understand.

The ones who can't hear my cries at night, or my screams.

They think they know me......