The Favourite Kit
PROLOGUE:
Victoria and Jemima had always been the best of friends. Ever since Victoria had first latched eyes onto the younger kit, she liked her. When Jemima opened her eyes for the first time, she had immediately taken to Victoria. They did everything together. They played together, hunted together, shared every type of secret imaginable, and Victoria would often dance to Jemima's beautifully sweet singing. Their friendship had never changed. But many other things did.
Up until Jemima was born, Victoria had been the favourite kitten in the junkyard. She was very pretty and was always being told so. She was very proud of her dancing ability; her unusually crystal-blue eyes; and her pristine, snow-white fur. The adults loved her, the adolescents constantly played with her and the male kittens wouldn't let her out of their sight. That is, none of the male kittens would except for Plato. That young tom was only interested in one queen (although, according to his persistent proclamations, he wasn't interested in queens at all). This was the One and Only, the Untouchable – Bombalurina. Such was his disappointment when the saucy, red queen mated with the Rum Tum Tugger and, living up to the expectations of the tribe's elders, fell pregnant accordingly, that he vowed to never love anyone again, and even went so far as to make an attempt on his own life. But more about that later.
Victoria had pretty much the perfect life. She had a great junkyard in which to dwell, parents who loved her, a large 'family' of other cats who loved her, and a group of male kittens who followed her around and who also loved her. But all of that soon changed…