Ok, ok, I know. Ya'll are probably tired of my stories now. But hey, at least it's someone other than Tugger and Misto :) I've decided to try and write about a different Jellicle. Let's hope this goes well…oh, by the way, this will be a slash later on.
*Sigh. I don't own Cats...luckily for you...* :P
"He looks just like you," a red and gold queen said as she looked down at her newborn kitten.
The black tom smiled. "Most importantly, he has your eyes."
As if on cue, the black tom kitten opened his eyes to reveal an emerald green color, the same as his mother's. He pawed the air and began mewing with hunger. The red and black queen smiled and settled her kitten down with milk. He sucked away happily.
"What should we call him?" She asked, looking down at the completely black body of fur.
"…Xander."
The kitten had finished drinking and was now playing with his tail in her arms. She lifted him up and touched her nose to his, making him smile. "It's perfect."
That was three weeks ago.
The city of London was quiet. Well, except for the sounds of running paws and heavy breathing.
The red and gold queen ran through the streets, dodging obstacles as a group of Pollicles chased after her. The three - week - old tom was wrapped in her arms, mewing occasionally. She and the kitten had no protection. His father – her mate – was already dead from the Pollicles. She had to hurry to find protection for her only son.
She breathlessly rounded the corner, managing to escape the Pollicles for a brief second. She hurriedly glanced around for anything that could hide the kitten. She spotted a few cardboard boxes and gently set the small bundle inside.
"I love you, my sweet little Xander." She whispered and planted a small give on the kitten's forehead. "Be safe. I love you."
The Pollicles were coming closer. She gave her kitten one last glance before turning around and running away. The red and gold queen's screams pierced through the night as the Pollicles caught up to her and quickly died down. The small kitten poked his head out from under the blanket and peered into the night.
"Mommy?" The kitten called out. No one answered.
He was all alone.