Home at Last

By: jelliclesoul635

Summary: Demeter is the daughter of Grizabella, a devastatingly glamorous and selfish Jellicle. Will Demeter's life be ruined because of Grizabella's thirst for fame? Or will she survive her mother's ill choices? Read and find out!

A/N: So this is a story I came up with. I haven't written in ages so excuse me if I seem a little rusty!

And for my fans that might look into this, I know it's been what seems like forever, but I do plan on finishing my current story, "Taken by the Crimson Thief". It might take me a little bit longer, but I just wanted you guys to know that it hasn't been completely abandoned!

All reviews, comments, and criticism are very much appreciated! Read and enjoy!

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own CATS.

Chapter One: Kittens at Play

"You're it!" young Demeter shouted at Munkustrap, who honestly looked baffled by the fact that Demeter had been able to catch up to him so soon. But he decided to even the score. His mind was set, and he was going to take her down if it was the last thing he ever did.

"Not for long!" he replied, bounding towards her.

"Wait, Munk! I haven't hidden yet!" she pleaded, noticing how rapidly he was gaining on her.

"Not my problem… you're going down!"

"Cheater!" she teased.

She screamed merrily and ran as fast as her tiny paws could take her before Munkustrap barreled into her, sending them both to the ground. They rolled around on top of each other for a few minutes, the way adorable little kittens do; hiding and climbing on things, tripping over their own delicate paws.

Munkustrap and Demeter – a pile of giggles and fur. Most of the adults favored their playfulness and would spend entire portions of their day just watching them go at it. There was something about this friendship that captivated most in the Junkyard. At such a tender age, the two took care of one another and showed sincere concern should one of them come to harm or grow frightened. They even knew what to do to cheer the other up. They were the sweetest pair of Jellicle kittens the Junkyard had ever seen.

"Oh, stop Munkus! I'm going to burst!" Demeter pleaded, as his fingers danced madly over her body. "It …t-tickles!" she struggled through her laughter. She squealed and writhed beneath him, as he continued to tickle her. The adults marveled at the humor of it all.

"I'm war-warning you, M-Munk!"

"Gee, I'm terribly frightened now…" he answered sarcastically.

"You will be!" Instantly she flipped him over and now she was on top doing the tickling. She knew exactly where his weakest spots were and she feverishly contacted all of them.

He was to the point of tears when Grizabella approached.

"Demeter!" she called. "Time to come home, sweetie. It's time to sleep." Her soft voice brought comfort to Demeter, something about it always made her feel secure. But that didn't mean she'd obey it every time it sounded.

"Aww, come on! Just a few more minutes, mom?" Demeter begged.

"Not tonight, it's getting late. The sun is almost completely down and little kittens like you need their sleep so they may have tickle-fights with their friends. You'll see Munkustrap tomorrow, dear. I promise." She approached Demeter and scooped her up, carrying her to their den.

"Good-night Munkustrap!" she called to him.

"Night, Demeter!" And as soon as she and Grizabella had entered their den, he scampered off to his own den, where he waited patiently for tomorrow via a good night's rest.

A/N: Hoping to upload the next chapter tonight should I finish it in time! Please review!