It was a very cloudy day as an old grayish colored cat tromped down the road. His clouded blue eyes scanned the streets. As he turned the corner, his eyes caught a glimpse of something moving in the shadow of a fallen tree. The old tom slowly peered into the bushes and saw, a small queen-kit.
She was tangled in branches and leaves. The tom sighed and trotted forth. "Hello young one, need any help?" the old tom asked as he peered into the branches and moved away some leaves.
He held back a gasp as a pair of big bright copper eyes stared back at him. They were full of determination. The small queen-kit squirmed and struggled until her head popped out. The tom laughed at the kit. "Here little one, let me help you out of there." he said kindly as he picked up a branch.
The small queen-kit hissed and the tom jumped back. That hiss was somewhat familiar to him. "I don't need anyone's help, I can do it myself!" she spat as she wiggled her body through the tree branches.
"Oh by the Heavy-side Lair let me help you out of there little one." the old tom said as he pulled on branches and leaves until the queen-kit could put her front paws out. "My name isn't "little one" gramps." she mewed sarcastically as she clawed at a branch that covered her feet.
"Then what is it little one?" asked the old tom as he stared back at the small queen-kit. Clawing at the wood, the queen-kit freed herself and tumbled from the tangled tree mess. The old tom looked at the young queen-kit as she brushed her fur from her tail.
She had dark seal brown colored fur with tinges of silver and red on her paws and tail. Her eyes were a very rich dark copper color, a little strange for most cats, unless they ate large amounts of tuna. There was a small white patch behind her right ear that was shaped in the form of a small leaf. Taking in the queen-kit's presence, the old tom couldn't help but remember one of his fellow cats, even though he couldn't remember who.
As she rose, the old tom paced back a bit before sitting down. The queen-kit's eyes watched his every move as she shook the rest of the decaying leaves from her body. "I asked you, little one, what your name was." the tom said calmly as the sparks of recognition flew threw his mind again. "My name is Willow, not "little one" you old fart." she spat.
The tom could see that she was keeping her guard up, but that name was also oddly familiar to him too. He smiled and looked at her with his milky blue eyes. "So, Willow, where are your parents?" he asked calmly. Willow looked at the old stranger before her.
"Who are you?" she mewed quietly. The old tom let out a low hearty laugh that shook his shaggy grey fur around him so he looked like a puff of gray smoke.
"My aren't you a curious child. My name is Deuteronomy." Willow nodded and rubbed her paw through her fur. "Where are your parents?" Old Deuteronomy asked again as the queen-kit looked back up at him.
"My mother disappeared and left my father and I alone for almost half a year now, we've never stopped looking for her." Old Deuteronomy sighed and patted the queen-kit's head.
He couldn't bear to hear about little kits, queens, or toms being abandoned by their human families or their own parents. Deuteronomy froze. "Where is your father then?" he asked cautiously.
Willow looked at Old Deuteronomy and sighed a mournful sigh. "My father died a few weeks ago. He saved me from getting smashed by a car." The Jellicle leader felt a pang of guilt. He now remembered who she was.
Her father was Jacque, a red and brown tom who had been with the Jellicles for ages. Deuteronomy never knew who his mate was, but he remembered Willow.
Her father had his own home in the Junkyard and was highly respected. It was only a few months after she was born that she had come to live with Jacque, and a few months after that, they left.
"Do you remember a group of cats called the Jellicles?" Old Deuteronomy asked Willow. They were up now and the sky was turning purple and black as the sun started to fall. "Yes, that's the tribe my father said we belonged to. We have our own home with the tribe and with our human owners." she stated to the old tom. Deuteronomy looked at her more intently.
"Do you remember anyone there?" The young queen-kit looked to the ground and nodded. She remembered some of her friends who were probably queens and toms, her enemy, her so-called uncles, her god father, and……... the tom she loved.
"I remember some, not a lot though." "Well, would you like to come back home?" Deuteronomy asked Willow curiously as the young queen-kit grinned. "I'd love it!"
"Good, because the whole tribe was hoping you would come back soon." he chuckled.
So, young and old cat strolled down the pavement towards the Junkyard, while they conversed.
"So, next full moon, you would become a queen?" the Jellicle leader asked as Willow strode out in front of him a bit.
"That's right, my father was going to hold a special ceremony for me." she answered back a bit cocky. Old Deuteronomy chuckled and shook his long mangy fur.
Suddenly a black and white cat came bounding up to Willow and the Jellicle leader. "Sir, Munkustrap sent me to look for you. He says that the ball planning isn't finished and that you still need to pick a queen and a tom for the coming of age and, and, who's this?" he gasped as he took a look at Willow.
"My dear Alonzo, do you not remember our dear Jacque's daughter?" Deuteronomy asked the young tom. Alonzo looked Willow up and down before pouncing on her.
"Will? Is that really you?" he mumbled between licks. Willow blushed and pushed him off of her, gently nuzzling his neck. "Yeah, it's me Lonny." she chuckled as she saw his grin widen.
"You grew, a lot." Alonzo blushed as he looked her up and down. Willow smiled, totally oblivious to what his comment really meant. "You've grown up too. I barely recognized you." Deuteronomy smiled at the sight.
"Alonzo, tell Munk not to worry about any of the plans, I have two special kits in mind," he whispered the names of the kits into Alonzo's ears and Alonzo nodded ad looked at Willow again.
"I'm going to go straight to the yard to tell Munk of your arrival and of the kits." Alonzo said sternly before winking at Willow. "See you later." She nodded and watched one of her friends bound away. "May I ask who you have in mind?" Willow questioned the Jellicle leader as they walked to the Junkyard. "You'll see." was all he said.
Hope you like it, more to come! I love this musical, and yes I own the DVD, but not the actual thing. But still, hoped you all like it.