They were all a remarkable group, the Jellicle Cats. All of a moderate size and all with those wild moonlit eyes that sparkled with some unknown mystery that they smugly knew about but they never shared with any other. They were bold enough to look at a king and sit on his thrown. They could swing through the trees and bounce on a tire. Each one as graceful as a fairy and with hearts as strong as a tiger's. Fearless. Bold. Sharp. Beautiful.
The queens were the envy of every other housecat, for they were grouped among the handsomest toms in the world. And each of these toms was envied for the queens that they flirted with and flattered. Love in the Jellicle junkyard was always a subject of gossip amongst the average housecat. The queens with the beauty of a delicate rose and the toms with their muscular, well built frames. Every one looked like a dancer and had the skills to prove it. Their two greatest dancers, a white queen and tuxedo tom, were the pride of the junkyard and were reputed for the very skill aforementioned.
If that were not enough to make the average housecat feel lacking, they also had heightened senses. They could sense the storm before the thunderhead was five miles away. Their ears were acute to every noise. Their eyesight above that of average. And it was rumored that certain ones held magical capabilities. It was said their great leader and king, Old Deuteronomy, could select a cat to be sent to the Heaviside layer once a year.
What the average cat did not know was that the Jellicle life was not always joyful and pleasant. They were not as perfect as they appeared. They had strife enough, sometimes more than that of the average cat. Heartbreaks, obligations, illness and stressful responsibilities that no housecat ever took into consideration. Not only that, but though they did not know it, the "average" cat was themselves a Jellicle. Each cat had the potential to dig within and to be transformed by the Everlasting Cat to become one of the Jellicles.
They were an elite group, but easier to join than any housecat dreamed. If only they would break the stupor that surrounded them and accept the gift the Jellicles freely offered. It was one of those frustrating struggles that upset every Jellicle the most. They were not actually the freaks that the normal housecats treated them as. They were just as cat as any cat could get. What prejudices and preconceived notions blinded everyone from them. If only they could reach out and find common ground. If they could understand each other and see how similar they are, maybe things would be different. Perhaps, somewhere along the way, they will.
Liked it? If you did let me know! This little baby is actually part of a challenge I gave myself. The best part is that you all can participate! Yup, that's right! This is not a contest, it's just something to cure away my writer's block and to entertain you all. The challenge is to give myself a word or phrase and write about it. It will be the chapter's name. Here, the phrase is Jellicle Cat. I have seen stories were couples were suggested and I decided to do something like it, but with my own twist (Thanks BroadwayKhaos for the idea). Each chapter will actually be in the point of view of one of the Jellicles, that's why I began with their name. PM or review me and give me a word or phrase. This could be fun, huh? Oh, and did anyone notice there is no dialogue? How did you think I pulled that of? Well or terribly? Anywho, quick! Give me a word!
