Power of Love

Chapter One – Her First Love

A/N: This is my first actual attempt at a story story. I hope you enjoy it . . .

Just after the Jellicle Ball had ended, cats were already dispersing one by one. Only a handful remained about the Junkyard.

"Demeter, where are you going?" Bombalurina said noting her friend's departure. "I'm going home," she said yawning, and then continued, "I'm awfully tired." "Alright, see you tomorrow then." Bombalurina called. "Good night." Demeter said before turning to go to her humans' house.

This was the Jellicle Ball where Macavity had attempted to catnap her; but to no avail. Her new love came to save her; he'd rescued her. She was grateful for him. He brought out emotions in her she didn't even know she had. He was the second lover she'd ever had.

Her first love was a ginger tom. His wild eyes captivated her from the moment she saw him. He was gentle and sweet. He was good-natured and expressed great respect to everyone around him; especially her. He used to bring her flowers from the meadow, surprise her with gifts, and devote himself to her completely.

But then something snapped, and he changed forever. He disappeared from the tribe for a while. No-one had seen him for months. His and Demeter's relationship wavered in the balance.

He left Demeter abandoned and distraught. Her heart crumbled a little more as the lonely days pressed on. She fell into depression and isolated herself from the tribe. Not even Bombalurina could bring her from her misery.

"A couple of us are heading to the meadow." Bombalurina stood in front of Demeter; who was lost in reverie. "You should come with us. I think it'd be good for you." Demeter paid her no mind. Bombalurina put a comforting paw on Demeter's shoulder. She was truly worried about Demeter's recent state of isolation. "I miss you Demeter. I miss having you around. I've had no one to talk to lately." Demeter didn't even turn her head. "Well, I guess I'll be going now." With that, Bombalurina trotted off to the meadow with the others; leaving Demeter to herself; to contemplate.

She'd sit and contemplate all day long.

What triggered such an epic change? Was it something I did? Will I ever even see him again? Does he think about me as much as I think about him? Has he found a new mate; wherever he is?

That night, Demeter dreamed a nightmare. She tossed and turned in her sleep, a distantly troubled expression on her face.

"Macavity!" Demeter cried.

In Demeter's dream, Macavity was struggling for survival; for food, shelter. Wherever he was, he'd just badly lost a one-on-one battle with a Pollicle. He lay motionless on the ground.

Demeter was surrounded in a cloudy fog. She tried to reach Macavity through the haze, but the air was dizzying, and she quickly lost sight of him. She knew he needed her help, but how could she help him if she couldn't even find him?

"Macavity, where are you?" she called desperately. "Macavity!"

Demeter sat up in her bed, terror on her face. Was this dream warning her of something that was to come in the near future? Was Macavity really in trouble?

After numerous failed efforts to return to sleep, Demeter left her home heading to the Junkyard. The sky was still dark with night. She arrived before anyone else had stirred. She quietly trotted to the TSE1 and sat in front of it.

On that same early morn, Macavity came out of hiding.

A/N: So, opinions anyone? This is my first story type deal so please spare me any flaming reviews. If you really must insult, do it gently. R&R please! :)