AGENT

WELCOME TO AGENT! My brand my story! This is sequel to my story Spy. Please read that first or this will not make sense! I'm serious. Anyway… this is a few years before the Jellicle Ball we all know. This is a few years after Spy. Hope you enjoy! I won't do an Explaination Time for the Prologue because… reasons. Anyway, without further ado (I think):

Prologue

A small calico kitten sat up on the top of a pile of junk, staring at the wide landscape in front of her. She breathed a sigh of wonder as she looked at everything she could see. She knew she wasn't supposed to be up here, but she loved the view so much.

"Jemima!" called another cat. Jemima thought it was her mother and tensed herself. A pure white queen followed closely by an orange, black and white tabby. When the two had caught up to Jemima, she relaxed.

"What are you doing up her Jem?" the white queen asked,

"Viccy, Teazer, you know how I like to look at the world around our Junkyard. It feels like a jail if I can't." Jemima explained. Victoria rolled her eyes.

"You dad told us not to let you up here." Victoria said as Rumpleteazer nodded in agreement. The two older queens rubbed against their younger best friend.

"We know yew wan' ter explawer, but given yaaahr parents pasts, it's just no safe fer you." Said Rumpleteazer said in her thick cockney accent. Jemima looked at Rumpleteazer, confused at why her older friend would say that. She didn't know of what her parents had been through to have her.

"Jemima! Rumpleteazer! Victoria!" called a distinctly male voice. Jemima turned to see her father, Munkustrap staring up at the trio. Jemima guiltily climbed down with Rumpleteazer and Victoria at her heels. Munkustrap looked at his daughter.

"Jemima, you know you can't go up there." He said. Jemima pouted.

"Why?!" she said angrily. Munkus looked confused at his daughter and at the tone that in no way suited her sweet face.

"Because," Munkus said, enunciating every syllable, "Someone could see you."

"So?" Jemima asked, a little less sass in her tone.

"So," came a voice behind Munkustrap. The owner of the voice revealed herself to be Jemima's mother, Demeter. "You could be attacked by… Macavity!"

At the name of her uncle, Jemima's ears flattened. She had been told by her parents and her friends of the stories of Macavity. She was terrified him as any logical kitten would be.

"Come on, Jemima," her parents beckoned her into their den. Jemima sighed, looked at her friends and followed her family into their den.

MEANWHILE IN THE HIDDEN PAW'S DEN

Macavity looked at the little tom in front of him.

"Why did you come back?" he growled.

"Because, I hate that tribe. I enjoyed it here." Said the tiny tom.

"You did?" Macavity said sceptically, "Really?" The tom looked at him seriously. Far too seriously for a tom his age. He reminded Macavity of Demeter. That little b*tch that got away. Macavity once loved her. Now he despised her. And his brother, for taking her away from him.

"I have some news from the Jellicles." Said the tom, "Have you heard from the Junkyard?"

"Not since I lost contact with Demeter." Macavity said and sighed.

"Well…" the Tom said with a smirk not unlike Macavity's "Demeter has since had a kitten."

Macavity made a hissing sound with his teeth. So Demeter thinks she can get away that easily? He thought. She thinks she can just opt out and high-tail (excuse the pun) to the Jellicle Junkyard? Be with my brother and have his little brats? No… no… no! Deme may no longer be in my arms, but there are more ways to kill someone.

"What's the kit's name?" Macavity asked,

"Jemima." The tom said boredly, "She's my stupid sister's friend."

Suddenly an idea formed in Macavity's head. A plan. A plan that didn't work last time because he let someone that had never been in the tribe, be his correspondent. This tom-kit had been in the tribe and still preferred the Hidden Paw. This tom-kit had his claws latched on the tribe. They trusted him. He had a connection to Macavity's most useful tool.

Macavity suddenly saw his plan as a giant chessboard against the Jellicles. Against Demeter. This time, he would have the checkmate.