OMG! I AM SOOOO SORRY THIS CHAPTER TOOK SO LONG TO GET UP!

I just had a lot of stuff going on. (No comment RumTumTugress)RTTS: *Cough* *Cough* Laziness!

Me: Yes, even I get lazy, everybody gets lazy…

Anyway! Here's chapter two! Chapter Two

The Harbor.

Glickatip- A combination of calico and tabby. She has a silver coat with black and blue(otherwise light grey) stripes over her body. She is small in size, but an extremely skilled fighter

Walking down the road in complete darkness. Great way to feel safe huh? Not. The only light source I could see with my good eye, were the moon and stars, who at the moment were my only friends. I wonder if Stone still loves me? I thought. But I could never know. No, I couldn't. Because Brandy had killed him! Anger welled up inside me. Brandy killed him! He tore up his throat until it was beyond recognition! Damn Brandy! I hope Macavity kills him! And I hope it's long and painful! I hissed in my mind. It was no use though. Macavity would never kill his most trusted and skilled worker.

"Ay Lassi!" A Scottish tom called from an alleyway. I turned towards him.

"Me?" I asked. He nodded.

"You lassie! What ya doing out in this 'ere cold weather huh?" He asked. I could barely understand him.

"I'm heading to the Harbor. Sir." I answered, not sure If I should trust this cat or not.

"Why ya goin to the harbor?"

"To find my Uncle Growltiger and my Aunt Griddlebone." The tom motioned me to follow him.

So I did. He led me down an alley and under a Dumpster, there was a huge hole, where you could hide. Pillows and torn Bean Bags were strewn all over the floor. A broken Cabinet, with one door missing stood in the corner.

"Sit down Las. Let me get a good look at ya." I plopped down on a purple bean bag. I hadn't noticed until now, that my whole body was aching!

"Oh my goodness! Who did this to ya?" The tom pointed to my right eye.

"Brandy, the leader of my old home. I attacked him for killing Stone, and then he ripped open my eye." I explained. The Tom studied my face for a second.

"Wait 'ere." He said, then he sprinted over to the broken Cabinet. He pulled out a bottle, and walked back over to me.

"This won't 'urt at all little lassie. I've learned a thing or two, my wife being Jennyanydots, the Jellicle Tribe's healer and all. Oh! By the way. Me name's Skimbleshanks! But you can call my Skimble for short!" He purred.

He dabbed the liquid on my right eye, but I couldn't feel anything.

"My name's Glickatip. But most people just call me Glick." I explained. Skimbleshanks looked at his watch.

"Well, I have a couple minutes until the Midnight Train departs, why don't you tell me your story."

"Well, my father is some respected fat tom called Old Deuteronomy. And my mother, she's called Grizzabella. My Aunt Griddlebone, and Uncle Growltiger, sent me a letter when I was young, they said if I was ever in any type of trouble, to come to the Harbor, they'll gladly except me with open arms. Brandy was the leader of my old home. He's very abusive, and works for Macavity! But he never told anybody, so when I found out that Stone, and him were working for Macavity, he tried to kill me, but I escaped. I was about to kill him, but, I just couldn't bring myself to do it."

Skimbleshanks studied my face again. "Grizzabella and Old Deuteronomy huh? Well, lassie, why go to the Harbor! Your brother's Munkustrap and Rum Tum Tugger will be waitin for ya! The Jellicle tribe, this alley, if you take a right, and head down until you see a Junkyard, that's where you'll find a home! Well, I gotta run! Being the Railway cat and all! Take of yourself lassie! I'll put a good word in with Jellylorum, Jennyanydots, and Old Deuteronomy for ya!" And with that he was gone, he jumped out of the hole and headed down the left alley.

Skimbleshanks, Jennyanydots, Munkustrap, Rum Tum Tugger? Why do all those names sound so familiar? I wondered. I pushed it out of my mind. I started to make my way down the street. When a sparkling silver parachute came and landed by my feet.

"From: Aunt Griddlebone.

Hope it works for you."

It was an eye patch.

"Sweet!" I purred. I slipped it on. How did Aunt Griddlebone know I needed one?

I continued to walk, it was starting to get even colder, until I saw a snowflakes start falling.

"Oh great." I mumbled. That was just what I needed. Snow. I sighed, and kept on walking. The snow on the ground got higher and higher, and the flakes got thicker and thicker, the wind picked up until the snow was blowing sideway's, hitting me square in the side of the head.

"God damn it!" I hissed under breath. I felt so terrible I thought I might as well die. I could barely feel my legs, my head hurt from the frickin snow, and with every breath I took my lungs got yet another fresh coat of deadly cold ice on them. Finally I just couldn't walk anymore, but I needed to make it to the harbor.

"Wait a minute!" I gasped. The Harbor was only 5 miles when I left Skimbleshanks! I've walked more than 5 miles! I looked around, through the thick snow, I could see buildings, rows and rows of buildings! House after House, apartment and apartment! I was lost. The Harbor was nowhere to be found.

"Crap." I chocked out. I knew I had to keep going, to find shelter, or just until this Blizzard cleared out. I kept walking, then black started to blur my vision. I collapsed, I couldn't feel anything. Was I dying? Would Skimbleshanks remember me? Would I ever wake up? But it was too late, the coldness took it's grip on me, Blackness filled my world,

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Clever ending huh? Yah, snow storm where I live, soo what the heck!