A/N: Well, I've gotten around to publishing my first fanfiction ever! I wrote this when I was a stupid little eleven year old, but I've just reread it and I think that it actually turned out pretty well. Sorry for some parts—I wrote this quite a while ago and some character descriptions might be inaccurate, especially that of Demeter and Mungojerrie's. I already have the entire thing written, so if you want me to post parts two, three, and four, then I will. Meanwhile, tell me if you like this first part:

Prolougue

Jerry lay huddled in his basket at his house, curled up by his mother and siblings. The power of his hunger got the better of him, so in response he crawled up to his mother and nursed. He didn't have a clue of what was in store for him the next night.

=..=

Little Jerry, the biggest of the litter, was an adventurous sort of kitten. He and his brothers were outside in the yard, but instead of joining in with them in their game of tag, Jerry had other things on his mind.

He gazed at the fence wistfully, thinking hard about what might be living on the other side. He wondered so because his mother has forbidden any of the kittens from leaving the yard, and he only wanted to know why. But now seemed like an ideal time to find out, as Mother wasn't there to tell him off. She was off going about her business inside, and he was outside.

Jerry gingerly placed a paw on the fence, then sat there in a few moments of silence. Then he finally lost his nerve and started climbing up.

Jerry held his breath as he slowly traveled upward. Several times he lost his grip and had to stop and cling to the rough, wooden fence. Then, after a few minutes, he finally reached the top.

The rest happened so fast. All of a sudden, a huge animal flung itself against the fence, causing it to rock this way and that. The frightened kitten clung to the fence and saw a gaping mouth full of hideous fangs, saliva dripping from them and humongous furry paws swiping deliberately in his direction. It was then that he realized why his mother had forbidden them to cross to the other yard.

It was inhabited by a Pollicle dog.

Jerry meant right then and there to hop safely back into his yard, but the next thing he knew he was toppling down the other side. It was then that the kitten knew that it was all over.

=..=

Jerry woke several hours later in a small cage. He took a few weary sniffs and found out that he was in the vet's office. He would have jumped for joy for the fact that he was still among the living, but he could tell that if he did he would hit his head. The cage was only big enough for him to take a few steps forward and a few steps back. At least this is better than a Pollicle's mouth, Jerry thought.

All of the sudden he could feel a surge of anger. Why didn't his mom even tell them why they shouldn't cross the fence? Then he would not of had to learn the hard way. If he hadn't been rescued in time, curiosity would have literally killed the cat.

In his anger and frustration, Jerry sank his teeth into the wire door. Then, to his astonishment, it swung open. He carefully stepped out into the darkness of the office. Then he crept toward a stack of boxes supposedly filled with important papers and tools. But before he reached the top of the pile, he realized someone was watching him.

He spun around to find himself facing the most hideous looking cat he had ever seen in his life. "Uh, hi," he sputtered. "Can you 'elp me git outta this place? I'm feelin' much betta now, really. I-"

But before he could finish, the cat snatched him up in his jaws and started running. Jerry let out a terrified squeak as the cat ran right through the window, then kept running through the broken glass. A burglar alarm sounded, but that didn't stop the beast from proceeding to roar down the narrow street and down the alley.

The cat turned on a dime and squealed to a halt once safely around the corner. Then it proceeded to beat him up. Jerry was very close to passing out, but the last things he heard was a clap of thunder and the sound of many voices as they rang out:

"Macavity!"

Chapter One

"Kid! Git up!"

Kid winced as he took a kick to the side. Even so, he quickly got up and stood at attention. As the Chief booted the other kittens awake, he could see his colleagues do the same.

"Alright!" the Chief boomed. "Role call! Kid!"

"Here," a kitten muttered wearily.

"Kid!"

"Here."

"Kid!"

"Here."

"Kid!"

"Here."

None of the kittens knew their real names. Macavity, who only used them to do his grim work, hadn't approved of letting them keep them. Kid (Jerry), who had really would have liked to keep his real name, wasn't any exception.

"Kid!"

"Here," Kid muttered. When the Chief turned away, Kid examined his coat. Filthy! But then, it was what you would expect when you haven't had a proper bath in half your life. Kid had been kidnapped at age six (in cat years), and was now twelve.

"All right!" the Chief Kid said again. "The boss needs his breakfast. He wants a whole tuna, clean, fresh, and fast. You do well on this outing," he added, "and I might move your monthly meal to today. Now, let's get moving!"

The Kids marched behind the Chief towards the grocery store, which had some of the best quality food but not exactly the best quality employees. To put it bluntly, most of them have as much space between their ears as a mossy rock, which has no ears.

They reached the grocery store a few minutes later. None of the kittens dared to be hesitant as the Chief sent them into the store. They kept up the pace quite well, so the Chief allowed them time to get a can of sardines for their monthly meal.

The Kids ate the salty fish in the alley. Kid looked around. His colleagues were scarfing down their pitiful meals like no tomorrow. Kid followed suit, slurping up the canned goodies as fast as he could, for the Chief never gave them enough time to eat. If he didn't finish it, he would have to go even hungrier than he had gone a few minutes ago.

"So, Kid," said the oldest of the slaves to Kid, making sure that he was keeping his voice down. "When are you gonna bust outta here?"

"Soon," Kid said, as he always did. He always answered like this because, even though he did tell his friends he was going to escape, he did not know how. Thinking up escape plans is risky, and you have to know if what you're going to do is safe, let alone possible, especially if who you're escaping from is a mad murderer. Unfortunately, escaping from Macavity was definitely not safe, and certainly seemed impossible.

=..=

That night Kid was nudged awake. He opened his eyes to see the eldest Kid, staring back at him.

"Wha?" Kid asked sleepily.

"Look," the other kitten muttered, pointing into the night.

Kid looked up and watched, horrified, as the Chief Kid limped onto the scene. He was covered in fresh bite marks and scratches, blood dripping in every step. Finally, the beaten kitten collapsed and closed his eyes for one last time.

"Looks like Macavity got bored of him," Kid's friend murmured. "We'll be getting a new Chief tomorrow."

Kid stared at the perished kitten. It was right then and there that he knew that, somehow one way or another, he had to escape.

Chapter Two

The next morning, the was no Chief to assist them in the starting of the day. Instead, a clap of thunder woke the slaves, which meant Macavity was coming with a new Chief.

Sure enough, Macavity appeared shortly after the thunder. Luckily all the kittens were standing and were in the right formation, so that lessened the chance of bloodshed. Next to Macavity stood a scarred kitten, the new Chief.

"Hello, boys," Macavity rumbled laughingly. "I have you're new Chief. His name is Octavier, but you are to refer to him as Chief. You are to obey his command, as well as mine, and don't you forget it!"

Thunder once again sounded and Macavity was gone, leaving Octavier with the enslaved kittens. The new Chief turned to them and grinned evilly, his eyes taking on the appearance of a serpents.

"You heard him." Octavier grinned even more. "You are to obey my command. Now, MARCH!!!"

=..=

Oh, what a horrible day it had been! Kid felt that he had practically broken his back in performing Octavier's grueling jobs. But he was sure that if he made good timing and was well prepared, tonight would be the night he would escape.

Octavier stood tall and spoke over all the painful muttering and whimpers. "Get a good nights rest if you can," he said. "I have a lot of work for you to do tomorrow. And keep in mind," he added. "any kitten caught out of bed'll be thrown to the dogs!" Grinning sinisterly, Octavier left them to sleep.

Kid was taken aback. Did Octavier know? He would just have to be careful during his escape. He will not get caught.

Long after everyone was asleep, Kid made his move. He sauntered over to the fence and hopped it easily, coming face to face with Octavier. A large, hairy mongrel stood behind him, lip curled.

"Naughty, naughty," Octavier hissed. "What are you doing out of bed? Wait a minute, there's no need to tell me. Why don't you answer to Bruno?"

The dog lunged. Kid dodged it almost expertly, and instead the dog snatched up Octavier in his jaws. Spitting out the remains of the former Chief, the mutt ran after Kid.

Leaping over the obstacles in the alley between 24th and 25th, Kid tore his way toward the streets, the dog pounding behind him. Kid looked back one last time to see a huge paw and felt pain surge through his body as the dog cuffed him over the head. The kitten went flying, and the last thing he heard was a clatter and a bloodcurdling howl.

A/N: Please R/R, I'd like to see what people thought of how my writing was back then!