Quaxo and Victoria looked nervously about the junkyard. Their new home didn't seem as safe as Jerrie and Teazer had said.

"We should try to see if we can sleep in the kittens den." whispered the tired Victoria into the open air. Quaxo shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and crept towards the point where the queens had vanished. A stack of three mattresses were torn open, stuffing lying scattered across the floor. A hollow had been carved out of the mattresses to make a wind-proof heated home for the kittens and the queens. As they neared, Quaxo could scent the small girl kitten who had neared them. They turned the corner and saw a queen licking her fluff of kitten fur. As soon as the stylish queen noticed them, she began spitting and hissing in distaste.
'Scram! Scat you two strays!" Quaxo stepped defensively in front of Victoria, and another Queen stirred casually from her slumber. She casually stood, and blinking with great exaggeration, meowled at the other queen.

"Come now, Jellylorum. There just some frightened kittens." She said with a meaningful yawn.

"They're strangers, Bombularina! How do we know they're not spies?" a cruel glint in her eyes made Quaxo and Victoria step backwards.

"Why would kittens be spying on us?" Bombularina smirked, amused by the old queens nature.

Jellylorum paused, tail twitching in irritation. Then she plopped herself down in the entrance, and began grooming herself forcibly. Bombularina sighed.

"Sorry you two. You'll have to find somewhere else." She sighed, curling back to rest around a tiny fluffy kitten. The bedraggled Victoria and Quaxo marched away, looking around the junkyard in dismay. Darkness was falling and a scent of rain was in the air. Suddenly, pawsteps sounded behind them. Quaxo froze nervously, not willing to turn around. A twinge of pain went through his tail. He squealed and turned to see the tiny multi-colored kitten perched atop his tail. He pulled free and collapsed on his rump. The tiny kitten giggled, until a voice sounded behind them.

"Jemima! Come here right away!" called a shrill voice from the queens den.

The tiny kitten rolled her eyes.
"I'm Jemima!" she purred, before glancing furtively about. "Follow me!" she said with a gesture of her tail. Her paws scrambled on the dirt as she vanished in another direction. Quaxo and Victoria scrambled after her until they found themselves at what looked like a spare sewage pipe. Fortunately, it didn't smell like it. Jemima's green eyes glittered in the dim light. "You should sleep here." She said firmly, then began to walk out. "You're Quaxo, right?" she said, stopping. He nodded politely. "And Victoria?" she added. Victoria nodded her white head. Victoria twitched her whiskers in surprise as the tiny kitten rubbed against her white pelt. She waved her tail in front of Quaxo playfully before bounding away. "Don't mind Jellylorum! She's a grouchy old pussycat!" she called shrewdly behind her as her voice became fainter. Victoria curled up on the stone pipe floor.

"Do you think we're safe brother?" she mewled softly, licking her dirty paws.

"I think so, sister. I think so." He replied softly, lying gently beside his sister. Before long, the two siblings were fast asleep in the junkyard.

Jemima peered across the junkyard, looking upon the two siblings. Victoria and Quaxo breathed un-evenly in their sleep, curled against each other for warmth. Quaxo's paw twitched in a long lost dream. And suddenly, they began to glow. Jemima breathed a shrill gasp as the glow pulsed and faded.

"JEMIMA! Where were you? Get down here silly kitten or I'll keep you out of the Jellicle Ball tonight." Jemima twitched in surprise at Jellylorum's words. She leapt down, still curious about the kittens. But she didn't intend to miss this years Jellicle Ball for the world.