Since there was such a popular demand for a sequel (okay only three people) I will do this.
I will NOT add more characters. A few new characters is fun, too many is a stolen idea.
I normally won't publish another story if I'm still in the process of one, but I was just so excited to publish this one.
I hope you enjoy!
"Get off me!" Jemima hissed, slapping Plato across the face.
"Why?" He asked, looking at her, his eyes filled with want.
"You're one of my best friend's boyfriend!" Jemima answered bluntly.
"So?" Plato tried to get back over to her.
"YOU PERVERT!" Jemima yowled, scratching Plato across the face.
While Plato was busy trying to stop his wound from bleeding, Jemima ran out of her den and out into the open of the Junkyard.
Being a teen wasn't easy. Once a Jellicle turned the age of 14, they are considered a teen and are able to find of mate of their own.
Electra was happy with Misto while Victoria burned with jealousy.
Etcetera also was content with Plato, but she didn't know he had been cheating on her for Victoria, Cassandra, and an attempt for Jemima.
Talk about teenage drama.
Jemima was drawn out of her thoughts to see the sight of Tugger, Bomba and their two new daughters, Jinx and the Rum Tum Tugress walking out of their cosy little den in the rusty old oven.
Jemima skipped over to greet them.
"Hi!" Jemima said cheerfully, "isn't this their first time outside the den?"
"It is!" Bombalurina sang proudly, looking at her knew kits with fondness.
Jemima was surprised. Tugger didn't really like the idea of his wife having his kits, but after they were born, it was no secret he had grown attached to them.
Jemima looked down at Jinx who was slowly starting to crawl away from the group of Jellicles and towards the unsuspecting Misto.
Jinx slowly lifted up her hand and snatched up Misto's tail.
Mistoffelees quickly turned around in fright, then just saw the tiny kitten.
"Okay then, Jinx, let go," Mistoffelees said, trying to pry Jinx's little paw off.
But she held on, laughing.
"Ha ha ha, okay fun's over, let go." Mistoffelees once again attempted to get the scarlet kitten off his tail but failed again.
He let out a extremely loud sigh, then stood up and started walking away with little Jinx still clinging to him, so he dragged her along with him.
Jemima rolled her eyes and ran after him.
On her way over, she caught sight of her mother, Demeter, and her step-father, Munkustrap sitting on the rusty old car's trunk.
Sitting in between them was Jemima's new half-sister, Dixie, a kitten almost as pure white as Victoria, but with jet black paws and a few golden stripes on her back.
"Misto!" Jemmie called, running after the black magician.
"Yeah?" Mistoffelees turned around, looking at Jemima in curiosity.
"Have you noticed Vicky lately?" Jemima asked, "she seems kinda... jealous."
"Why would she be jealous?" Mistoffelees meowed, cocking his head to the side.
"Wake up and smell the roses!" Jemima cried, "She loves you!"
"What? Victoria? No!" Mistoffelees shrugged it off and walked away with little Jinx still clinging to him.
"Can't you see it? Every time you talk to her, she blushes from ear to tail," Jemima insisted.
"Well, even if she does, I'm happy with Electra and I'm in no hurry just to break up with her for Victoria." Mistoffelees said.
"Misto!" Jemima cried.
"End of discussion!" Mistoffelees hissed. Then he whipped around and marched off, with the giggling Jinx.
Jemima let out a sigh, then turned around and ran towards the back of the Junkyard, near Munkustrap's old den.
She walked inside the den and looked around.
Her father used to live here.
But, now he was dead.
Jemima let out a sigh and slowly padded towards Macavity's old, moss filled nest.
She silently crawled inside it and looked up at the celing.
She let out a sigh, then went to sleep.
Later...
Jemima woke up a bit later.
She sat up and shook her head, sending bits of moss that clung to her head.
Jemima stood up and streched, then walked outside the den.
She didn't realize how much she slept. She could see the Jellicle moon high in the sky, and the Junkyard was completely deserted and quiet.
Except for the small protests of kittens not wanting to go to sleep from Tugger's and Bomba's den.
Jemima slowly started heading for Demeter's den, but she heard something outside the gates of the Junkyard.
Jemima suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if something was watching her.
She quickly ran for the entrance to the Junkyard, making sure that the gates were locked and bolted so nothing could get in.
She let out a sigh of relief when she discovered that she was safe.
Especially with the barbed wire that Munkustrap and Alonzo had put at the top of the gates.
But, she still felt uncomfortable.
Jemima started walking towards Demeter's den faster.
Then, she heard a small voice whisper her name.
She turned around to see a figure outside the Junkyard gates.
The first thing her instincts told her to do was to run and get help.
Then she thought it over.
Jemima padded towards the figure that was standing there.
She could faintly see cat eyes gleaming and staring at her.
"Who are you?" Jemima asked, cocking her head to the side.
"You don't know who I am?" A dark and deep voice answered her, "I would think you would recognize the voice of your own father."
Jemima let out a small gasp of fear.
"Macavity!"