ok. short prologue but the rest will be longer =D
She was always a bit of a control freak, even when we were kittens; she still had to be the one in charge. I never thought it would go this far though, it never seemed to mean anything. I only began to realize what my future would be when she asked me to steal that jar of salmon paste. It hadn't seemed like much at the beginning but now she's asked me to do this. I can't do it though; I can't murder my own father, no matter what she threatens to do to Jemima.
As much as it hurt me, I obeyed her commands, willing to do whatever, as long as she didn't hurt the queen I loved. It was a sick mother who was willing to harm her own child to get what she wanted. Then again, that was her all over, Sick and twisted, evil. I hated her, hated what I had to do but I couldn't risk Jemima being hurt.
Munkustrap knew nothing of the true nature of his mate. He was completely oblivious to the crimes I committed at her paws. Theft, kidnap and worse but this is the worst of all.
Well that's it, I'm sick of it, of her. I'm going to reveal her to the tribe one way or another. I will not be controlled by her any longer.
She can do her own dirty work for once, I quit. I promise I will never again work for the Cleopatra of crime.
Demeter.