AN: This story is not based on the musical CATS itself, but instead on the characters of the musical and what life would have been like. Basically a 'what if?' It's based more in the Middle Ages if anything else. I hope you enjoy reading it. Please leave a review.
Disclaimer: I do not own CATS or any of its original characters. I do own Corin (Bombalurina and Demeter's mother), Foxglove, Hemlock, Lathyrus, Lupinus 'Lupine', Nightshade, Shield (Bombalurina and Demeter's father), Sorghum, and Witch. Please do not use these characters under any circumstances unless I give you my permission.
Dedication: To anyone who has ever been in the musical CATS, it's a difficult performance to get into; they deserve to have something dedicated to them.
The Shadow Dance
Prolog
The Jellicle Chronicles
Long ago, on the planet of Montiptui, there were two tribes of creatures. They were partially of the cat species and partially of the human species; both tribes were of warrior blood and very skilled at the ways of combat. The two tribes were engaged in a brutal battle. The Jellicles lost. The Abrus won.
Horrible times came to pass as the Abrus took sovereignty over the Jellicle, making them their servants. The Jellicles leader, Doronominty, was forced to leave his people so to secure an heir for the tribe if there was ever an opportunity to arise that they could return to power. Alas until that time came, they Jellicles were enforced to paucity and were maliciously beaten and mentally manipulated. Years came to pass and the conditions in which the Jellicle lived their austere lives improved none for the better. Life was wretched to say the least.
A hundred years later in a secluded forest called Nymphs, a sorcerer called Mistocor had been absorbed on his inner magic and spells of the soil to build up his power. He believed that he was at last prepared to oust Mecademis and his Abrus tribe of iniquitous henchcats. On the night of a full moon he summoned the powers of the ground, waters, and sky, pleading with them to come to his assist and coerce the Abrus tribe into the darkness of the world in which he lived. And the forces of the land complied. They pulled the Abrus tribe into its sinister corners, slaughtering countless amounts of them so only a diminutive amount remained, and trapping those who survived Montiptui for eternity. Or so he believed.
The Jellicle tribe, now back in power, soon learned that though trapped in the darkness of shadows, the shadow dwellers could still emerge out of their dark prisons and seize and unsuspecting victim from their own shadow in broad daylight. Horrified, the Jellicle ruler Munkoifiust, who had taken the place of his departed father, ordered that all Jellicle tribe members should carry around torches so that their shadows would not endanger them. Of course, they're were accidents, but the hundreds of mere thousands of the clan that had been vanishing decreased to one or more in a year. And so the days passed. Then years. Then decades. Then so followed by the millenniums. And as the cultures grew, so did a legend. A legend of love between a land dweller and a shadow dweller, so powerful as to be able to reverse the natural death and bring renewed life, so the story has told.
Disclaimer: I do not own CATS or any of its original characters. I do own Corin (Bombalurina and Demeter's mother), Foxglove, Hemlock, Lathyrus, Lupinus 'Lupine', Nightshade, Shield (Bombalurina and Demeter's father), Sorghum, and Witch. Please do not use these characters under any circumstances unless I give you my permission.
Dedication: To anyone who has ever been in the musical CATS, it's a difficult performance to get into; they deserve to have something dedicated to them.
The Shadow Dance
Prolog
The Jellicle Chronicles
Long ago, on the planet of Montiptui, there were two tribes of creatures. They were partially of the cat species and partially of the human species; both tribes were of warrior blood and very skilled at the ways of combat. The two tribes were engaged in a brutal battle. The Jellicles lost. The Abrus won.
Horrible times came to pass as the Abrus took sovereignty over the Jellicle, making them their servants. The Jellicles leader, Doronominty, was forced to leave his people so to secure an heir for the tribe if there was ever an opportunity to arise that they could return to power. Alas until that time came, they Jellicles were enforced to paucity and were maliciously beaten and mentally manipulated. Years came to pass and the conditions in which the Jellicle lived their austere lives improved none for the better. Life was wretched to say the least.
A hundred years later in a secluded forest called Nymphs, a sorcerer called Mistocor had been absorbed on his inner magic and spells of the soil to build up his power. He believed that he was at last prepared to oust Mecademis and his Abrus tribe of iniquitous henchcats. On the night of a full moon he summoned the powers of the ground, waters, and sky, pleading with them to come to his assist and coerce the Abrus tribe into the darkness of the world in which he lived. And the forces of the land complied. They pulled the Abrus tribe into its sinister corners, slaughtering countless amounts of them so only a diminutive amount remained, and trapping those who survived Montiptui for eternity. Or so he believed.
The Jellicle tribe, now back in power, soon learned that though trapped in the darkness of shadows, the shadow dwellers could still emerge out of their dark prisons and seize and unsuspecting victim from their own shadow in broad daylight. Horrified, the Jellicle ruler Munkoifiust, who had taken the place of his departed father, ordered that all Jellicle tribe members should carry around torches so that their shadows would not endanger them. Of course, they're were accidents, but the hundreds of mere thousands of the clan that had been vanishing decreased to one or more in a year. And so the days passed. Then years. Then decades. Then so followed by the millenniums. And as the cultures grew, so did a legend. A legend of love between a land dweller and a shadow dweller, so powerful as to be able to reverse the natural death and bring renewed life, so the story has told.