Very simply this is the sequel to that serious ficcie that I wrote a while
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another part to it. Holidays mean that I will be writing heaps more fics
okay! FIRSTLY AND FOREMOSTLY THOUGH NONE of my fics tie into each other
unless specified okay? This one ties onto the "serious fic for want of a
better name" but none others. So don't worry about past characters etc in
past stories please. Each time I write a new story I start with a clean
slate! So onto the fic!
Ahh crap…. It's turning into an Mungo and Rumple fic down the end. Soz bout that. But it mainly focuses on Jemi…. Soz again. But don't let it put you off please!!
JEMIMA – THE KIT THAT CHANGED HISTORY
(Cori – What a gay name….)
The watchful mother looked over her daughter as she played with her friends. They were so young, so innocent. None of them knew the horrors she had been through when she was younger. Just the thought of the past made her heart beat faster than usual and her body to give an involuntary shudder. Her mate next to her turned to see tears rushing down her face.
"Dem?" he asked "It's okay now, he can't get you or Jemi whilst you and her are with us. I promise." And with that he gave her a soft nuzzle.
If only he knew. Demeter lay her head on his paws, and he lay his head on hers. Her eyes suddenly darted open. They looked straight at where the kittens were playing. There was a large black rat caught in Etcetera's paws. Demeter gaped. It couldn't be possible could it? She saw a black rat disappearing into the distance. Abandoning its partner. Macavity's henchrats and henchcats never travelled alone. It was safer that way. That was how Mungo and Rumple, the new 'couple' (^.~ *wink* *wink*) of the tribe, were such good friends. They had spent most of their life together. Macavity had taught them to NEVER go out alone. It was sensible. Very sensible. Because if one of them was hurt. The other one could still report on anything that was found. It meant that the rat running away in the distance was going to snitch on her to Macavity. (Of course however Mungo and Rumple went out together for reasons OTHER than the above, but that's another story…. Or soon will be ^.~)
"Jemima!!!" she yelled out desperately.
"Mama?" she returned in a confused sort of way. "What's the matter?"
"It's time to go home."
"But Mama? Just a few more minutes please???"
"C'mon Jemmie."
"Oh alright."
Demeter watched as her kitten, who was really not all kitten anymore, turned and hugged her friends goodbye giving a rather 'long' hug to one of the toms before pecking him on the cheek. She walked over to her mother and father. She had always known Munkustrap to be her father. And to her he was a saint. He had always loved her. It made her special with all the kittens, being the 'deputy' leaders' daughter. She didn't boast about it though. It wasn't worth it. As she followed her mother and father back to their house she had an eerie feeling that someone, or something, she didn't know who was watching her. And the unblinking eyes continued to watch her all the way to her home on the other side of Victoria Grove.
That night Demeter got little sleep. She was holding onto her kitten as tightly as she could without causing her pain. It had been interesting the way they had gotten a home with Munku. The family had willingly accepted her as his mate and just assumed that she was pregnant to him. As they say however assumption is never justified. When the kit was born, they had all thought she was the most adorable little thing that they had seen and had lovingly named her Amber. But more often than not she was simply cutsie wootsie or something else along those lines. Demeter loved her kit more than life itself and knew that soon, she would have to fight for her life.
The morning brought cream, tuna and loving cuddles from the family. But for Demeter there was a lingering sense of danger. She could feel it in her whiskers.
"You've got to calm down Dem. The ball is tonight and you'll unnerve Jem if you look scared or nervous."
"Yeah, you're right."
She tried to look calm, but Munkustrap could tell that she was anything and everything but calm. By the time they had reached the junkyard she was frantic. Munkustrap had tried to calm her using many sorts of methods including Tai – Chi, talking, yoga and a heap of other 'human' methods of relaxation. Each one had failed. So, they wandered into the junkyard looking like a very dysfunctional family with Jemima bouncing around happily full of cuteness, Munkustrap trying to look happy, and Demeter looking like she would attack anyone with the drop of a hat. So for that reason all the toms, including Munkustrap, stayed well away from her. Leaving the queens to console the poor frightened mother.
"Demi, darling. He can't do anything to us anymore!"
"You may be my sister and all but you are acting pretty dim-witted Bomb. He's not after me! He's after Jem."
All the queens gasped a bit and looked over to where the kittens were. (Cori - They grinned evilly and before everyone knew it, they leapt out of the room and clawed their way to China. By the time they had gotten through all that muck and dirt, they were all very tired. A China man nearby picked them up and took them home, where he treated them very kindly.) (SHUTTUP!!! THIS IS A SERIOUS FIC!!!) The kittens were chasing Tumblebrutus around whilst his ears had a hat tied onto each one with fishing wire, making him look incredibly like a hat stand. The queens started to feel a growing sense of apprehension as they watched their kittens, their own flesh and blood dance about merrily. Demeter's worry slowly dissolved slowly as the Jellicle ball opened out with a flurry of colour. She heard her mate's, distinct, crisp voice begin her daughter's very first ball. And with that all her worry was instantly washed away. The first song began, slowly at first but then stronger and stronger as more and more Jellicles came out to join the group. The new kittens were introduced and began to run around in the mad way that all kittens do. Demeter watched her kitten go forward to her 'father' and become part of the tribe. Her maternal proudness swelled hugely. She noticed as Jemima walked forwards the tom that she had been with the other day. His eyes were glued to her. Demeter tried to hold back a chuckle. The ball continued without a hitch. The Rum Tum Tugger made his 'entrance' but it wasn't as we normally see him. Jenny had forced him, to wear a pyramid for a play for the kittens, who all cheered delightedly as he taught them about ancient Egyptians cats. Demeter laughed at his antics. Bombi was eyeing him though as usual. It wasn't until the mating dance when Demeter began to feel apprehensive. They, the two in the ring, were known to be Macavity's allies, though they had sworn so faithfully that they had left him. She watched them with an evident grimace on her face and it wasn't until Munkustrap gave her one of his 'looks' that she stopped. As the two were introduced a squeal was heard from the crowd of onlooking cats. Demeter was on her feet in an instant, she could see what had caused the commotion. He, had startled Victoria, a pure white kitten of about eight months. The one cat that all other's loathed. Macavity. And that was exactly what Demter yelled at the top of her lungs, but instead of running she launched herself at him to receive only a smack in the face. Munkustrap growled in anger at his sibling. And slashed at his eyes. Macavity yelped, but not in pain. It was a command to his force. They all jumped out, each choosing a queen or tom. Jenny and Jelly were pushing as many kits as possible into the old oven as a means of protection. Demeter cowered under the height of an advancing tom. Already pain seared through her face from the early smack from 'Napolean'. She edged backwards, towards the old pipe. The older tom didn't care and leaped at her, she winced as she felt his huge sharpened claws sink into her skin. She felt as if she was going into a world of her own, a world of blackness and blood. And just as she was sinking into this world she heard one voice. And that one voice made her snap out of it simply. It yelled out to her:
"MUMMY!!! HELP ME!!!"
Ahh crap…. It's turning into an Mungo and Rumple fic down the end. Soz bout that. But it mainly focuses on Jemi…. Soz again. But don't let it put you off please!!
JEMIMA – THE KIT THAT CHANGED HISTORY
(Cori – What a gay name….)
The watchful mother looked over her daughter as she played with her friends. They were so young, so innocent. None of them knew the horrors she had been through when she was younger. Just the thought of the past made her heart beat faster than usual and her body to give an involuntary shudder. Her mate next to her turned to see tears rushing down her face.
"Dem?" he asked "It's okay now, he can't get you or Jemi whilst you and her are with us. I promise." And with that he gave her a soft nuzzle.
If only he knew. Demeter lay her head on his paws, and he lay his head on hers. Her eyes suddenly darted open. They looked straight at where the kittens were playing. There was a large black rat caught in Etcetera's paws. Demeter gaped. It couldn't be possible could it? She saw a black rat disappearing into the distance. Abandoning its partner. Macavity's henchrats and henchcats never travelled alone. It was safer that way. That was how Mungo and Rumple, the new 'couple' (^.~ *wink* *wink*) of the tribe, were such good friends. They had spent most of their life together. Macavity had taught them to NEVER go out alone. It was sensible. Very sensible. Because if one of them was hurt. The other one could still report on anything that was found. It meant that the rat running away in the distance was going to snitch on her to Macavity. (Of course however Mungo and Rumple went out together for reasons OTHER than the above, but that's another story…. Or soon will be ^.~)
"Jemima!!!" she yelled out desperately.
"Mama?" she returned in a confused sort of way. "What's the matter?"
"It's time to go home."
"But Mama? Just a few more minutes please???"
"C'mon Jemmie."
"Oh alright."
Demeter watched as her kitten, who was really not all kitten anymore, turned and hugged her friends goodbye giving a rather 'long' hug to one of the toms before pecking him on the cheek. She walked over to her mother and father. She had always known Munkustrap to be her father. And to her he was a saint. He had always loved her. It made her special with all the kittens, being the 'deputy' leaders' daughter. She didn't boast about it though. It wasn't worth it. As she followed her mother and father back to their house she had an eerie feeling that someone, or something, she didn't know who was watching her. And the unblinking eyes continued to watch her all the way to her home on the other side of Victoria Grove.
That night Demeter got little sleep. She was holding onto her kitten as tightly as she could without causing her pain. It had been interesting the way they had gotten a home with Munku. The family had willingly accepted her as his mate and just assumed that she was pregnant to him. As they say however assumption is never justified. When the kit was born, they had all thought she was the most adorable little thing that they had seen and had lovingly named her Amber. But more often than not she was simply cutsie wootsie or something else along those lines. Demeter loved her kit more than life itself and knew that soon, she would have to fight for her life.
The morning brought cream, tuna and loving cuddles from the family. But for Demeter there was a lingering sense of danger. She could feel it in her whiskers.
"You've got to calm down Dem. The ball is tonight and you'll unnerve Jem if you look scared or nervous."
"Yeah, you're right."
She tried to look calm, but Munkustrap could tell that she was anything and everything but calm. By the time they had reached the junkyard she was frantic. Munkustrap had tried to calm her using many sorts of methods including Tai – Chi, talking, yoga and a heap of other 'human' methods of relaxation. Each one had failed. So, they wandered into the junkyard looking like a very dysfunctional family with Jemima bouncing around happily full of cuteness, Munkustrap trying to look happy, and Demeter looking like she would attack anyone with the drop of a hat. So for that reason all the toms, including Munkustrap, stayed well away from her. Leaving the queens to console the poor frightened mother.
"Demi, darling. He can't do anything to us anymore!"
"You may be my sister and all but you are acting pretty dim-witted Bomb. He's not after me! He's after Jem."
All the queens gasped a bit and looked over to where the kittens were. (Cori - They grinned evilly and before everyone knew it, they leapt out of the room and clawed their way to China. By the time they had gotten through all that muck and dirt, they were all very tired. A China man nearby picked them up and took them home, where he treated them very kindly.) (SHUTTUP!!! THIS IS A SERIOUS FIC!!!) The kittens were chasing Tumblebrutus around whilst his ears had a hat tied onto each one with fishing wire, making him look incredibly like a hat stand. The queens started to feel a growing sense of apprehension as they watched their kittens, their own flesh and blood dance about merrily. Demeter's worry slowly dissolved slowly as the Jellicle ball opened out with a flurry of colour. She heard her mate's, distinct, crisp voice begin her daughter's very first ball. And with that all her worry was instantly washed away. The first song began, slowly at first but then stronger and stronger as more and more Jellicles came out to join the group. The new kittens were introduced and began to run around in the mad way that all kittens do. Demeter watched her kitten go forward to her 'father' and become part of the tribe. Her maternal proudness swelled hugely. She noticed as Jemima walked forwards the tom that she had been with the other day. His eyes were glued to her. Demeter tried to hold back a chuckle. The ball continued without a hitch. The Rum Tum Tugger made his 'entrance' but it wasn't as we normally see him. Jenny had forced him, to wear a pyramid for a play for the kittens, who all cheered delightedly as he taught them about ancient Egyptians cats. Demeter laughed at his antics. Bombi was eyeing him though as usual. It wasn't until the mating dance when Demeter began to feel apprehensive. They, the two in the ring, were known to be Macavity's allies, though they had sworn so faithfully that they had left him. She watched them with an evident grimace on her face and it wasn't until Munkustrap gave her one of his 'looks' that she stopped. As the two were introduced a squeal was heard from the crowd of onlooking cats. Demeter was on her feet in an instant, she could see what had caused the commotion. He, had startled Victoria, a pure white kitten of about eight months. The one cat that all other's loathed. Macavity. And that was exactly what Demter yelled at the top of her lungs, but instead of running she launched herself at him to receive only a smack in the face. Munkustrap growled in anger at his sibling. And slashed at his eyes. Macavity yelped, but not in pain. It was a command to his force. They all jumped out, each choosing a queen or tom. Jenny and Jelly were pushing as many kits as possible into the old oven as a means of protection. Demeter cowered under the height of an advancing tom. Already pain seared through her face from the early smack from 'Napolean'. She edged backwards, towards the old pipe. The older tom didn't care and leaped at her, she winced as she felt his huge sharpened claws sink into her skin. She felt as if she was going into a world of her own, a world of blackness and blood. And just as she was sinking into this world she heard one voice. And that one voice made her snap out of it simply. It yelled out to her:
"MUMMY!!! HELP ME!!!"