Hello! I'm Kayl. Welcome to my first -posted- fanfiction! I just want to inform you of a few things before it starts:

1) If you find a mistake, tell me and I'll correct it! I originally was going to tell this story in the third person, but somehow everything kept turning into first.
2) I support constructive criticism, but not flames. I will respect your opinion, but not if you're going to insult me or my work.

I just wanted to get that out of the way...Now onto stuff about the actual story!

1) It's set about two or two and a half months before the Jellicle Ball. (it explains better in the second chapter).
2) Everything is Movie Version, as I have never seen CATS actually preformed live *cries*
3) I'm not telling who the main character is...you have to guess. xD

Alright, on to the fun stuff! ENJOY!

CHAPTER 1: LOST

I heard him coming down the pipe that lead into my den. I'd heard the sound a million times before. It was familiar, comforting.

At least, it would have been if I weren't so freaking tired. All I really wanted now was to be asleep. But that wasn't going to happen. There was too much noise traveling in from the junkyard.

I heard him hesitate when he entered.

I sighed. "It's alright. I'm awake." I said, and sat up, rubbing my eyes. Then I looked at him. He was a handsome silver and black tabby, and was lean, too.

He grinned at me. I knew it was fake, I could see it in his eyes, and the way he moved. Besides, he only ever came to my den when something was bothering him, or if something urgent was happening. Otherwise, he usually waited until I came out.

"Why are you still asleep, anyway? It's already past midday." he asked, sitting at the foot of the bed.

I rolled my eyes. "The kittens decided they wanted to stay with me last night. Then they decided to play instead of sleep, and kept me up until daybreak."

He grinned wider. "They are a rowdy bunch,"

"You're telling me. Oh, well. Maybe Jenny'll get mad at me and not let them come back over."

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes, but he didn't reply.

There was a silence between us. It wasn't awkward, just quiet. I could hear the other cats moving about the junkyard, stopping to talk here and there to each other.

Finally, I broke it, my curiosity getting the best of me. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Nothing." He replied, after hesitating. "I was just wondering where you were," He gave me that forced grin again, and stood up.

"Oh, okay." I said, as he walked to the door. Then I shrugged. "Well, you know where to find me." He would come to me in his own time, he always did.

He nodded his goodbye, and climbed back up the pipe.

I lay back down, stretching as I did. Over the next hour and a half, I tried to sleep, but couldn't. For one, the noise outside had doubled. From the sound of it, I assumed Mistoffelees was showing off his magic again. Maybe he had some new tricks up his sleeve. And for two, the sun had lowered enough to shine directly into the den. If it weren't such a hot day, I would have enjoyed it. But now, it was just making it uncomfortable.

Reluctantly, I stood, and slinked my way slowly outside. The sun temporarily blinded me, but when I got my vision back, I saw that what I had assumed was right. Mistoffelees was in the center of the junkyard, performing his magic. All of the kittens were gathered around him, as well as most of the older cats.

I snuck quickly into the shadows, not wanting to be used as an 'assistant'. Quietly, I climbed to my vantage point. It was the spot only I could reach, the highest in the yard. To get there, I had to go through several small cracks and openings, and only I was small enough to fit. A chair with an old cushion was on the very top, sitting on a crate. On days like this, when the sun was just too hot, I could lay underneath the chair. And, fortunately for me, I was very hard to spot from below.

I lay down on the crate. It wasn't much cooler under there, but at least it was shade. Again, I tried to sleep, but again, it evaded me. The heat, and now the wind had picked up a little. I sighed and sat up.

I could see the whole yard from there. Mistoffelees had finished his show, and had retreated to the shade to rest. The others were scattered about the yard.

"Just another boring day in the Junkyard…" I thought.

Deciding to try and do something useful, I began scanning. I often acted as the unofficial sentry of the Tribe, though no one knew it. I glanced up from the rest of the cats and to the entrance. Nothing. No movement at all. I kept going, looking at the skyline.

There were storm clouds on the horizon. Big ones at that. They were closing in fast, and already dumping a lot of rain on the western part of the city. As I watched, a bolt of lightning flashed inside the clouds. This was going to be bad.

I allowed myself a low growl at them. For one, I hated storms. Hated the rain, the bright flashes, the loud noise that they brought with them. And two, I had just gotten comfortable. Now I had to go tell someone.

Jumping down, I landed on perch after perch, until I hit the ground. I glanced around. No one seemed concerned. There was a tense air about the place, though. After looking for a minute, I decided to get on with it. One of the older queens was watching me with a disapproving look. She had obviously witnessed me jumping around on the junk.

I went to her, and told her. But of course, the queen, Jellylorum, didn't believe me. They never did. After a good three minute lecture, I tried a couple more, but got the same response every time. "Let the older cats worry about storms. Why don't you just run along and play?"

I decided to give up on that, and go find the one person that would believe me. I cast a careful eye over the yard, not seeing him in any of the usual places. Then I noticed that Mistoffelees was looking back at me.

I went over to him.

He smiled. "Hey. What's up?"

"Storm's coming. Have you seen my brother?" I replied, returning his grin. I'd always liked him. He was normally about as shy as I was. But when he was performing, it was like he was a different cat. I sort of envied that.

The small, black and white cat nodded, looking thoughtfully at the sky. "Everyone looked a little tense today. I guess that's why… Anyway, try Jenny's. I think he took one of the kittens to her."

I grinned wider. "Thanks." I turned and left, but not before hearing him mutter something along the lines of, "…the youngest in the tribe…"

I rolled my eyes. You are only 3 months old. Even Etcetera is older than you.

"I know," I said to myself. "Quit reminding me," I put up with a lot of getting blamed, getting teased, and just all around "when you're older," crap. And frankly, I hated it. I knew that the older cats knew I was more mature, more capable of understanding things than the others. But only Munkustrap seemed to give me any leeway. All the others treated me the same way as they did the other kittens.

I arrived outside Jenny's den, and was about to announce my arrival when Jenny came outside, nearly knocking us both over.

"Oh, sorry dear. Didn't see you there. Did you need something?" she asked, steadying herself. She was an older orange gumbie, and was dubbed the caretaker of the kittens, along with Jellylorum, and the healer of the group.

"Have you seen Munkustrap?"

"Yes. He's inside, giving Pouncival a talking to." Jenny replied, shaking her head. "Do you know what he's done now?"

I grimaced, "I don't think I want to," That kitten was known for getting in the worst trouble, second only to Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, the resident thieves/con artists.

A low rumble flitted on the lower reaches of my hearing. Whether it was the storm or not, I couldn't be sure, but it sparked a new urgency into me. Jenny didn't seem to notice.

"May I go in?"

"Of course, dear. But don't blame me if you get your ear chewed off." Jenny then said goodbye and left.

I went in, and found Munkustrap towering over the poor kitten, who was cowering below. Pouncival gave me a pleading look.

I shook my head in pity. He probably deserved whatever punishment Munkustrap was about to hand. Then I said, "Am I interrupting something?"

Munkustrap glanced at me, surprised, then his face turned to a glare. Pouncival threw a mutinous look, thinking he was being betrayed.

"Yes, as a matter of fact. Go wait outside." Munkustrap said, sternly.

Another one of those rumbles passed through my ears. It was a little louder than the last, but not so loud that the others heard.

"There's a storm coming fast. You might want to warn everyone." I said, ignoring my brother's orders. Normally, this was a bad thing to do, and it showed on both their faces.

Munkustrap's eyes widened. "Why didn't you tell anyone?" there was an edge to his voice.

"I did," I replied between gritted teeth, glaring right back, which was also a bad idea. "No one believed me. All I got was, 'Not now,' or 'Let the grown ups worry about storms,'."

He softened at my anger, forgetting his. He knew I hated being treated like a kitten, even though, technically, I was one. And he knew how mad I could get when I was treated like that for a long period of time.

"Alright, let's go warn the others."

Behind him, Pouncival, who had been watching the exchange fearfully, sighed in relief.

"You're not getting out of it," Munkustrap said over his shoulder. "Come on. I'm calling a meeting."

We ran back to the main area and started collecting everyone. When that was finished, Munkustrap stood on the old tire that Misto had been using as a stage. "There's a storm coming," he said. "You lot best head home, or to higher ground. From what I hear, there's a lot of water heading straight for us."

Some of the queens I had spoken to earlier were glaring daggers at me. They were probably wondering how I had influenced Munkustrap into giving out a false warning. Some of the others looked disbelieving. Munkustrap caught onto that, and turned to Tantomile and Coricopat, the psychic twins of the tribe.

They were both silent for a minute. Then, they announced, in both the ears and minds of their listeners (which always creeped me out), that what Munkustrap was telling the truth.

It was then that the storm decided to let off a loud rumble. It sent chills up my spine. I lay my ears back and hissed a little. Munkustrap glanced at me, then back at the tribe. "Get going. It won't be long before the storm reaches us."

With that, they scattered. I stayed near my brother, who, like any good protector, waited until everyone was gone.

"Come on," He said, as an even bigger rumble echoed throughout the city.

We raced towards our home, which was a ways away. Even though I had more brains than your average kit, that's exactly what I was. I wasn't as fast as my lanky brother, and I stumbled often. He stayed back with me, though, only moving ahead when there was an obstacle that forced us to go single file.

One such obstacle was the ledge near the gully that cut through town. We both paused at the edge. Any other day, it would be dry as a bone. But right now, there was a flood of water rushing through it, fast. It was so high, that it was splashing water onto the ledge, making our footing extremely dicey. I could already feel the first rain drops beginning to fall, and gave a worried look at the sky. This could get even uglier if it decided to open up before we got all the way across.

"You go first. Be careful," Munkustrap said, eying the water warily. I slowly began making my way across the small ledge. It was slick, and we went slow. Every so often, when I would hesitate, my brother would give me a few words of encouragement, like "Keep it up," or "You're fine."

Suddenly, a bright flash lit up the area, followed immediately by a loud clap of thunder. I jumped so hard I lost my footing, and slipped, my back legs going over the edge.

I heard Munkustrap yell something, but couldn't make it out. My ears were still ringing. I frantically grabbed at the ledge, using my tiny claws as much as I could. But the ledge was worn smooth by years of water running onto it, and I was falling fast. My heart was thumping in my ears, and I knew, just knew, that I wouldn't be able to hold on.

Munkustrap then had me by the scruff of my neck, and was trying to pull me out. He was slipping, I could feel it. I scrambled with my back legs, which was a mistake. One of them got caught up in the water, which ripped me out of my brother's grip, and plunged me into the icy depths of the monster. I could feel myself being taken down deeper and farther away, bouncing off whatever had got caught up before me. I was turned over and over, and got so dizzy I retched. No matter how much I struggled, I couldn't seem to find a way to the surface. My lungs began screaming in protest, and felt like they were on fire. All of me did.

Soon, I was too weak to fight anymore, and my brain was going fuzzy with the lack of air. I just gave up. I knew it would take a miracle, or two, to get me out of this.

"Please," I prayed. "Just let Munkustrap be okay."

That was my last thought before my mind went black.

That didn't look so long in Word...Anyways, hope you liked it! I know it's a little slow, but hopefully it'll pick up some (as I only have a vague idea as to where this is going). Don't forget to Review, please!