This Story is a continuing Role Play between me and my friend Mary.

Disclaimer: CATS doesn't belong to us. It belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber, T. S. Elliot, and The Really Useful Group! Rashkent does not belong to me, Demetergirl, he belongs to the other writer of this story, Mary. Tancred, Selena, and Nememer, however, DO belong to me.

A/N: Mary started the Role Play, each line means that we have switched. E.G. the first part, Mary wrote, when you come to the first line in the story, that's when I took over, then the next line means that Mary took it back. Got It?

Chapter 1: Rashkent

Moaning, creaking boards chorused with the raging wind, the song loud, but full of sorrow. As if a duet wasn't enough, a third voice joined, its tune deep and frantic, making the morose song more than the ghosts of sound it had been. The new voice wavered for a moment as its source moved across the planks. After the growling moved, it stopped altogether and a soft thump ended the short-lived singer, cutting the song back down to a duet.

Being afraid of water, then boarding a ship isn't the smartest thing to do, but humans are such persuasive things… especially when they have fish. This was why Rashkent was stuck on this ship, crying to go home. Home was forever away and gone to him now as his gold amber eyes found the porthole again. A new sight greeted his eyes, this one so strange he almost didn't know what it was. Greens, blues, and the most beautiful shades of grey met his nervous eyes. Back at home, shades of sand and darker, richer colors reigned, leaving no room for these enchanting colors.

Above this cat's head, people were running around, all of them seeming to scurry to their jobs, with the exception of one sailor. This sailor slipped away from the others and down to the lower deck. He found his furry stow-away at the window. He made a noise through his teeth and the cat came closer to him. The sailor gave Rashkent a smile, then grabbed him about the waist and carried the nervous cat to the top deck. Upon seeing all the commotion the cat jumped from the man's arms and tried to get away, but found his paws were stuck. Trying to get away from the sticky black stuff was hard and when he finally did, his fur was completely black. But that was only the first of his troubles. Where was he? What was here? And how in the world was he giving to get off this ship!

"This way Demi," came a male voice, "The best mice and rats are always on the ships that have just docked."

"Munku," said a female voice, "Do you thin this is a good idea? What if Macavity shows up?"

"Don't worry Demi, I promise I won't let Macavity get you. Let's get on the ship." Two cats suddenly came into view. One was a silver tabby tom, the other a black and gold queen.

"Hey look," the queen said, "It's Misto!" She pointed at a black tom ahead of them. The two ran up to the cat,

"Hey Misto," said the silver tabby clapping the cat on the back, "Eugh!" he exclaimed as he drew his paw back. On his paw was a sticky black substance. Realizing that this strange cat was not Misto, the silver tom took n a defensive position in front of the gold and black queen.

"What is it Munkustrap?" said the queen, dropping his pet name for the time being.

"Stay behind me, Demeter," Munkustrap said, also dropping her pet name to show that he was serious, "who are you?" Munkustrap asked the sticky black tom, ready for a fight if necessary.

Rashkent bared his sharp white teeth and flipped out his claws, the fur on his back raising up. The hair stuck and pulled his skin, a deep menacing growl slashing the air between them.

"I'm prince of the main hall and all that is mine. My name is Rashkent, not this Misto or whatever you have called me," he said, his voice a growl. He eyed Demeter for a second, then looked back at Munkustrap. "Who are you?" he asked, mostly toward the queen.

The silver tom bowed his head politely and said,

"I am sorry for our mistake. I am Munkustrap, second-in-command of the Jellicle Tribe. This is Demeter," he gestured at the queen. Demeter timidly cane out from behind Munkustrap and said, politely,

"Hello, Rashkent." Suddenly there was a loud crash. Demeter tensed and grabbed Munkustrap around the middle, "Macavity!" she whispered fearfully.

A smile appeared on his face as they were introduced, even more so for reason, there were more than two cats around here! The smile disappeared and was replaced with a fearfully concerned look.

"What was that!" he cried, whirling around toward the sound. The seemingly black tom furrowed his brow, becoming confused, "Wait… what is a Macavity?"

"He is an ex-Jellicle," Munkustrap said.

"He's the Napoleon of Crime, a mystery cat, the Hidden Paw," Demeter said, still clutching Munkustrap, "He's a very tall and thin ginger tom," she continued, "With a highly domed head, a brow that is deeply lined with thought, and his eyes are sunken in."

"He gets his kicks from catnapping kittens and cats alike, and he's not above robbery and murder," Munkustrap explained. There was another crash and Demeter gripped the silver tom even tighter.

"We need to get out of her," Munkustrap said seriously, "If he has his henchcats with him we'll be outnumbered. You are welcome to come with us Rashkent," he invited, "You can meet the rest of the tribe and it would keep you safe from Macavity."

The thought of a positively evil cat enthralled him, but one tom is not a tribe. Despite his urge to meet this malicious cat, he agreed to head out with the silver tom and queen.

"Considering the dangers you speak of, I think it would be best to join you." Rashkent tossed his head, the longer hair above his left eye fanning to the side, "Which way, my friends?" Another crash came, this one closer.

"This way," Munkustrap headed to the right, off the ship, Demeter staying close by him and Rashkent following close behind them. After the three were out of the docks, Munkustrap and Demeter regaled Rashkent with stories about their friends and daily life in the junkyard.

"Welcome to the Jellicle Junkyard," Munkustrap said to the tom as they entered. It was at that time of day when most of the other cats were either out hunting or cat-napping. Munkustrap and Demeter showed Rashkent around the junk. When the three were outside Munkustrap and Demeter's den, two loud yelps and a crash reached the cats' ears. Munkustrap looked around and then looked above Rashkent's head. Two kittens were careening down the pile of junk behind the tom.

"Look out!" Munkustrap shouted as he and Demeter jumped to the side, but too late. The mass of gold, black, and silver had hit a bucket of water and knocked it to wear it spilled all over Rashkent right as the two kittens that made up the mass rolled more towards the right, just missing the now sopping wet tom.

A/N: So, what do you think of the first chapter.And any of you who may be worried about my Jellicle HumansStory, I'm still writing. Iam just multi-tasking. PLEASE review and tell us what you think of the first chapter.