*Pouncival's POV*

I kept my eyes peeled for Cettie. Most of the rest of the cats had arrived already. Cassandra had come as a vampire, with a ghost-ified Alonzo.

Electra and Victoria had come as 50s poodle skirt girls.

Misto came as Houdini, and performed magic of and on for most of the night.

Of course, Tugger came as Elvis. What else? With him was Bomba as piratess.

Munkustrap had come as a knight in shining armor, with Demeter as a Renaissance lady.

Jemima arrived dressed as an angel with Tumble as a devil.

I myself was a werewolf, much to my mom's chagrin. She said it was insulting to the race of Jellicles to go as a dog. I didn't listen, of course.

About an hour went by. Tumble got covered in red paint when Plato rigged a paint can to fall on him. It didn't really matter, since he was a devil, but he was pretty mad.

I had seen Tugger feeding Bomba a spider shaped cupcake.

Victoria had refused to do the walk-under-the-ladder dare, due to her superstitions.

Everyone was dancing to some music, drinking punch, that kind of stuff. Suddenly, the music stopped. Everyone looked around, confused.

"Look!" Electra murmured, pointing at the top of the tire.

Everyone looked. A mysterious black queen stood at the top. She was sleek and just…wow. She gently walked down and stood in front of me. I recognized her pale blue eyes. They were sparkling with laughter.

"Cettie?" I whispered.

She smiled, leaned forward, and whispered in my ear.

"Happy Halloween Pounce."