Hello everybody! KenyaCalico7743 here! First off, thanks everyone for reading and reviewing my Guardian fanfic, I greatly appreciate it. Second, I am afraid that the Guardian story will be on pause until Christmas break coming up in about 3-4 weeks from now. I am sorry for the delay, but right now, college is not being so kind as the final weeks are placing the world on our shoulders. This may be the first story I write for a while and I will try to at least get one more chapter but that may be it until that very break comes. But until then, please tell me what you think of this story and review me telling me if I should continue. Light criticism if reviewing and no flames please. The more you review, the more I can write. So please, review, read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own cats, only the OCs that I created here. I will also make an update page on who's with whom so couples are known.
Also, Macavity will be having a son in this. The son is a rape kit from a female that Macavity killed several years prior to this. I will explain more in later chapters but please take a look at my second official fanfiction

Chapter 1: Run Away, Get Away

The cold wind of winter shatters the air like a knife to glass as Mother Nature turns her back on life. Under the dark grey clouds that shed their icy poison, three figures are seen pushing their way through the snow.

The tallest was a young Blue-silver Somali queen with cat blue faded markings on her crown, and a blue thin stripe that went from the back of her crown to the tip of her tail. Around the stripe was fur that faded from blue on her spine to white on her stomach. She also had a few faint grey-blue smudges on her face and had black stripes around her eyes that looked like eye liner. Her snow white paws protected the indigo-ice orbs that adorned her face. She looked to be about 32 with her youthful eyes and face, but she was very experienced when it came to survival, as she bears a small scar over her right eye.

Behind her were two smaller forms, one slightly taller than the other.

The taller of the two was a long haired gold, tan, black, and white tom whose fur was in a tabby pattern and who looked about 18 years old. His white socked paws were protecting his Heterochromic emerald (L)-indigo (R) eyes and his white chinned mouth. The strong thick furred tail trailing behind him started to freeze and make it seem like a branch covered with icicles.

The smaller one, a little queen, was an exact copy of her mother except that the areas that had blue had a faded ruddy red in a mixture on her top coat and her stripe was black instead of blue. Her thick blue and white tail, like the tom's, was starting to become heavy with ice and snow as she trekked through with the others. Her blue fingerless glove-like paws protected her emerald-ice eyes the wind grew harsher. She was at least 16 and had one large, but unnoticeable, scar on the back of her neck.

The three cats made their way across the tundra like field until they came upon a forest area, whose outer part was protecting the inner, preventing snow from entering the heart. Once inside the barrier, the trio of cats settled before making a game plan.

"Alright you two now listen and listen closely," said the silver Somali queen as she looked to her younger companions, "there's a train station just to the north of here. I want both of you to get on a train and leave this area. Don't come back until you two hear my roar, understand?" she said sternly.

"Mom, no! There's no way I am leaving you behind! We already lost Dad and we don't need to lose you too!" shouted the tom.

"Paracelsus is right mom! Dad wanted us to stay together and that's how we're going through this!" said the little queen as she glanced from her mother to the tom and back.

"I understand that Meliora, but right now, we'll be caught in this storm, and I am starting to get tired. Plus, I know you two are strong. Go and find a jellicle tribe that will take you two in for the time being. You must go! Racel, take good care of your sister, and Millie, you do the same with your brother. I'm counting on you two to stay alive and well. I will keep the red devil and his slaves occupied while you two make a run for it. Do you two understand me?" she said looking at the two. The two just nodded sadly and looked at their mother.

She then brought the two of them to her and gave one final hug before sending the kittens off into the woods, just in time as well as several black figures started to appear from the white abyss.

As the two younger felines made their way through the woods at break-neck speed, small tears started to fall from their eyes as they worried for their mother. For the cat that was after them was a feral ginger tom that had claws the length of toothpicks and the thickness and sharpness of a knife. His pelt had zigzag stripes that resembled lightning bolts in colors of red, gold, white and black. His eyes were of a dirty gold color that had white outline, making his eyes stand out from his red and brown face. This cat was a menace, a satin and a demon. His name, Macavity the Terrible, leader of the Paisley dark-water clan, a nasty group of ferals who would do anything for land, food, and power.

Just before the Paisley Jellicle Ball, the clan was attacked by these power hungry fiends. Many lives were lost, including the patriarch and her heir, as well as the second in command. All the clan members were either killed, kidnapped, or they plain disappeared. The saddest death was that of a newborn litter all burned by Macavity himself. The young Somali and her two children were able to escape, but by a hair as Macavity took a swipe at the mother and Millie. Ever since that escape, Macavity and his mini-mac son, Maurus, have been hunting the group down to punish them for running away. For the mother, the punishment may have already happened, but for the siblings, there's a chance of hope.

As they reached the edge of the woods, a loud whistle was heard as well as the rhythmic sound of metal traveling on metal, the railway train.

"We're getting close! Hurry!" shouted Millie as she took off toward the whistle.

Racel soon followed her as they saw a light coming into view. After running for a good 10 minutes through the snow, the duo finally reached the first wooden step of the station. They walked up the stairs and entered through a cat door that was nearby. Shivering and shaking the two adjusted to the warmth as two elderly cats looked at the matted blood stained fur of the two young cats that just entered.

"Great Scott! What happened to you two?!" asked an orange tabby tom sporting a grey vest with a pocket chain.

"We were…attacked….by…Macavity!" said Racel as he spoke through his shakings.

"Oh! You poor dears! Here let's get something warm in you!" said an older Siamese queen as she herded the two to a small den area.
"We need to catch a train out of here, far away from here as possible" said Millie.

"And also a place that has a Jellicle tribe sister" Racel said as he glanced at his sister.

The two older cats looked at each other and back at the younger kits.

"You two are Jellicles?" they both asked.

According to feline life, the term Jellicle is one of the most highly sought out positions for a cat. They are known for being rare and for being extremely close to the everlasting cat. But the problem is, is that you have to be born a Jellicle instead of joining them. They are also known, according to the paisley tribe, as being very isolated about their lives from the outside world. It was extremely rare for any cat to come a across a jellicle because of their isolation and secrecy.

"Yes, we're Jellicles, but we may as well be called the last Jellicles of the Paisley tribe because Macavity killed all our members" said Racel as the orange tom was making some tea.

"We were on our way to the station with our mother when she chose to stay behind and….an..." said Millie as her voice broke off and tears started to fall.
The older Siamese came beside her and held her close, letting the young Somali sob into her chest, as she rubbed her back.

Racel stared at the ground off in space as small tears fell from his eyes, trying to stay strong for his mother. The orange tom set a tray with tea and cookies down on the small table that was in front of them. He sat beside the young Maine coon and put a paw on his shoulder. Racel looked at him and wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to look tomly, but instead he broke down crying. The larger tom hugged the younger one and rubbed his back as well.

After a good five minutes of letting their sadness out, the Siamese went to look for a train schedule when the cat door suddenly creaked and closed.
"Good day! Sarah? Milo? Are you here?" shouted a voice.

The orange tom, now known as Milo, stood from the couch where the kits were and walked to the cat door. A large smile appeared on his face as the visitor came into view.

"Skimble! What a surprise! I wasn't expecting you to come until midnight tonight!" he said.

"Yes well, apparently the train had to leave early in order to brace the storm that was on its way. Unfortunately, no matter what the storm we have to continue down the line, despite how much I try to make them stop" he said while brushing the snow off his fur and signing in depression, "Anyway, is Sarah here? I have someone I'd like her to meet" said Skimble as the door opened to reveal another cat with tiger stripes and leopard spots. "Milo, this is my mate Jennyanydots" said Skimble as he gave his mate a small apologetic nuzzle "Sorry for leaving you in the cold dear"

"It's fine Skimble dear. It's a pleasure to meet you Milo. Skimble has told me much about you" said Jenny as the orange tom took her paw and kissed it.

"Skimble! Is that my favorite railway cat that I hear?!" shouted Sarah, the Siamese, as she entered the den area.
Racel and Millie were watching from behind the wall to see what was going on. They both looked at each other when Jenny came in.
Sarah came out and hugged the marmalade and shook paws with the stripped-spotted queen.
Millie and Racel were doing pretty well of hiding and keeping quiet, seeing as the older cats had not noticed them near-by, that is until…

"ah….Ah….AAAH-CHOOOOO!"

All the older cats jumped and looked in the direction of the sneeze as Racel was scratching his nose. Millie glared up at him with ears flat against her head as he just blew their cover.
"Bless you" said Jenny and Sarah

"Great Scott Milo! You never told me you had children here!" said Skimble.

"Nah, these two just came in. But they're in worse condition from the neck down. Here kits, come here for a second, I want you to meet someone" said Milo as he motioned the kits to come near him.

Both Racel and Millie appeared from behind the wall and showed their matted fur that was stained with fresh and old blood and dirt.
Jenny put her paws to her mouth as she stood in horror at the sight of the two cats.

"Oh you poor dears! What happened to you?" she asked as she walked to the kits.

"A cat called Macavity the Terrible did this to us. He's taken our mother and we don't know if she's still alive or not" said Racel.

"And we're next on his list, as well as the last two victims of the Paisley Jellicle massacre!" finished Millie.

"Macavity!" shouted Skimble.

"Jellicle Massacre!" shouted Jenny as she looked at Skimble in horror and disbelief.

"We would have been the last three if our mother didn't stay behind in the woods to stop Maca-"Millie stopped in mid-sentence as her pupils went small and her ears went in different directions.
"Oh-no" she whispered as she looked at Racel in horror, "He's close! Macavity's here!"

Racel started shaking, "We need to get out of here! We promised Mom! But how?" he said as his voice began to tremble.

"Come with us!" said Jenny

"We'll take you two to the London Jellicles where you two can be safe for a while. And besides, we've dealt with Macavity many times and now it's nice to know where he's been when he isn't stopping our Jellicle ball" said Skimble.

"London!" said the siblings as they looked at each other and glanced back at the two orange cats.
Millie looked back at her brother and spoke, "that's a long way from home…"

Racel looked back at her with determination, "But it may be our only chance for safety! We have to take it. It's what mom would've wanted" she nodded in agreement.

"We'll go with you then" the siblings said at once.

"Then we better hurry, the train is almost ready to leave!" Skimble said as he looked at his pocket watch.
The two kits went about gathering up their things and said farewell to Sasha and Milo.

"Wait," said Milo, "We didn't catch your names"

Racel pointed to himself, "Paracelsus, but call me Racel"

Millie then pointed to herself after her brother, "Meliora, but I'm called Millie"

The two cats met up again with the elderly couple and braced themselves for the storm. The cat door was opened and the wind began to howl like crazy as snow and dust flew through the air like a Jetstream. The train was about one and a half meters away from the door so it was going to be a rough run for the quad of cats. Slowly and surely they made their way to the luggage van as Skimble opened the compartment door. Just as they were heading in, Millie suddenly shouted in pain and fell to the platform. Racel caught her just in time as he looked to see five black figures standing in the distance. He looked back to his sister and his eyes grew I horror as an arrow was seen sticking out of Millie's back.

A loud voice was heard from the figures, "Kill them! Now!", and the black shadows started lunging for the fallen pair.

"Hurry! Get in here!" shouted Skimble as the train started to move.

Racel gathered up his sister and made it inside before the black figures could enter the van. The train picked up speed and all that was heard was, "I'll kill you two witches' cats if it's the last thing I ever do!"

Racel sighed as he looked at his sister and carried her further inside.

"I'll deal with this" said Jenny as she motioned the two toms out of the current rooms.

While the operation was going on, Skimble decided it was time to ask in detail of what had happened to the two kits.

"Here, I'll bet you're hungry after all that running" he said while handing Racel a bowl of cream and a small plate of fish. "Your name is Racel right? And your sister is called Millie?"

Racel nodded to both questions as he dug in to the fish on his plate, obviously showing that he hasn't eaten in a while. He paused as he saw Skimble look at him in a slightly disgusted way. The younger tom set his plate down, grabbed the napkin that was near-by and started to clean his face when Skimble just laughed.

"Go ahead and eat like you want to lad, I won't mind seeing as you had nothing for a while" he said as Racel finished cleaning himself up.

"I'm sorry, normally I use my manners, but since I haven't eaten in so long, I guess hunger got the better of me" Racel stated as a shade of red appeared on his cheeks.

"It's fine. Now, I remember one of the cats that tried to kidnap and kill you said something about witches' cats?" asked Skimble as he took a sip of his tea.

Racel sighed as he set his own bowl of cream down and turned his head away in thought. After a minute he looked back at Skimble.

"You heard right. My sister and I are the cats of Scottish witches. But we are not dangerous cats, nor would we destroy anyone. We use our powers to not threaten people and cats, but we use our magic to help them heal and understand. Like right now I could summon up a special spell to help my sister be cured of the attack. But I choose not to because I don't want to risk yours and Jenny's trust, nor would I want to risk the trust of any other cat willing to help us live" Racel explained as a slight hint of fear was noticeable in his eyes.

Skimble looked in shock at the kit; never in his life did he find a kit so in need of trust from other cats. But then again, he did lose his mother as well as the rest of his clan and he was in need of protection since he was still young. Plus, he also had his sister to look after so he needed someone to take over the responsibilities as the man of the family. He grabbed the young kits paw and looked at him.

"You could never lose my trust young tom; I am here for you like Jenny is. There is no way I would kick you out when you need help. Jenny and I will be there for you and your sister whenever you need it. Understand?" he said as he looked deeply at him. Racel nodded and then hugged Skimble, who returned and patted his back.

Jenny then came from the back and noticed the two males.

"Is everything alright?" she asked as Skimble lifted his head. He nodded at her and motioned her to sit on the pillows next to his and Racel's.

Racel glanced at the leopard tiger queen with worry, "How's Millie? Is she ok?" he asked franticly.

"Now, now, your sister is fine. Luckily the arrow hit her shoulder blade, preventing anything from going through. She'll recover quickly" said Jenny as the young tom gave a sigh of relief.

"Now then, I think it's best if you told us what happened back at your home and what macavity has done to your clan so we can explain this better to Old Deuteronomy, our Jellicle patriarch. It's important to give him a good explanation" said Skimble.

"I think I have a better way of explaining things" said Racel as he summoned a staff in front of him. It was a cedar branch that was as tall as he was, with an obsidian orb on the top part of the staff. He then stood up and moved to the back door, turning on his heel to the couple. "this may be a bit graphic, but it's best to let you be the judges. Now, bear with me for a moment" he said as he raised the staff and then lowered it with a soft thud.

The couple watched in awe as smoke appeared from under the staff. The two braced themselves for fire, but instead were met by a soft breeze from clouds at their feet. The two looked around and realized that they were seeing a vision of a view from a plane in summer, overlooking the small district of Paisley below.

Huh? What did you think? Please review and tell me if I should continue this.
Also, have a happy thanksgiving everyone!