Yeah, second chapter! Or third if you're counting the prologue as a chapter. Either way it doesn't matter! I would have uploaded it yesterday, but the 'Musical Society Group' I'm in had rehearsals. What can you do?

DISCALIMER: Nope, still don't own Cats. Or the Society group I was in yesterday.

Chapter 2

In the early hours of dawn the sun peaking over the vast extensions of buildings and houses that toward over the junkyard; the cats awoke to cries from an unknown being. Confused by the sounds most adults ventured out to seek the source of the noise that had woken them from their slumber. They searched throughout the yard, inside the vast piles of junk and up the forest of trees that kept their territory from view. Nothing was to be found, but still the cries were heard. Old Deuteronomy, having been stirred from sleep by the wailing, joined in the search. He sent Asparagus, his most trusted friend, to look around the surrounding edges of their home, hoping the answer would lie there. The rest continued to search inside the yard.

A little while into the intense search, a yell from one of the cats was heard from the far side of the junkyard piles. The party rushed towards the sound and found Skimble kneeling beside a wooden box. He motioned them to keep quiet as they came closer to the box; Old Deuteronomy moved to kneel beside Skimble and looked into the crate. Inside two tiny forms stirred in their sleep but did not wake, one with a fiery red and copper coat, the other a black and gold mix. A note was attached to the interior of the bed, Skimble took it and moved his eyes over the page and sighed.

"They were left here by their mother," he whispered. "She was thrown out of her own tribe and had them on the streets, alone. The poor thing."

Deuteronomy nodded and the cats behind him shuffled uncomfortably. "What are their names?" the old cat asked.

"The red queen is called Bombalurina and the black is Demeter," he informed the group.

"Take them to your home for now, Skimble. Keep them warm, we'll find a place for them here." Skimble nodded and carefully lifted the kittens from the box and took off towards his den. The cats stood silent for a moment, wondering what had happened to the queen, when another cry was heard near the forest. The cats once again rushed to the source and found Jellyorum carefully backing out of a crook in a tall oak tree.

"What's wrong Jelly?" asked Victor, an adolesant who had rushed over hearing his aunt cry. Jelly turned around to reveal a bundle of blankets, inside something was moving around. Jelly slowly removed the top coverings to reveal another pair of little cats, in this pair one was black with ginger tiger stripes and the other was white coated again with ginger tiger stripes and small tufts of fur poking through his chest. As same as before, there was a letter inside the folds of blankets. Jelly took it out and handed it to Victor to read. His facial expression changed from shock, to grief and when the cats asked what was wrong he answered, "Their parents were killed by a neighbouring tribe."

The cats around bowed their heads in respect to the departed couple. Deuteronomy, who had taken his time due to his old age, passed through the crowd and looked down at the kittens peaceful forms. "What are their names Victor?" he asked quietly.

"The black queen is called Maristela and the white tom is called Leomaris." He announced.

"Both sea cat names, their parents were the Lady Griddlebone and the Pirate Growltiger," he told them. The cats looked at each other confused.

"How do you know this Deuteronomy?" asked Jelly, who was just as confused as the rest.

"The tribe that killed them told me of the death of their leader, an old friend of mine. They said they were certain it was the pair of sea cats, they told me also that the queen was said to be expecting. I asked them to spare the kits and bring them here; he agreed and kept his promise as you can see." Deuteronomy motioned to the kits. The cats nodded understanding, he turned to Jelly. "Take them to Skimble's den, he is waiting for us and will help look after these two. Victor go with your aunt," the young tom nodded and helped Jelly over the roots that stuck up along the path. The cats stood again in silence for a moment, wondering should there be any more lonely kittens to be found that day.

The group began to disperse returning to their home to tell of the events that had passed, when another loud noise broke the silence. The remaining toms rushed towards the sound, which had come from outside the junkyard territory. Asparagus was carefully opening a large swag bag, the cats gathered round to see what he had found. Deuteronomy, who had been able to keep up this time, watched as his friend extracted to squirming kittens, both crying. He shushed them gently and they soon returned to their dreams. Asparagus said nothing, but handed a piece of paper to Deuteronomy who scanned over the few carefully scribbled sentences. The cats waited patiently to know who had left the new pair of twins and their names. Deuteronomy sighed, crumpled up the sheet of paper threw it to the ground, took the kits off Asparagus and retreated back into the junkyard. The cats stood fixed, shocked by their leader's actions and then not even explain why he did so. After a moment of regaining his thoughts, Asparagus moved over to the ball of paper. He unfolded it and read it for himself.

"Uncle?" asked George, who too was an adolesant. Asparagus looked over at him, "Wh- what does it say?" he feared the answer.

"It says, 'These are Nyoka and Macavity. Look after them for me brother. Signed the Black Phantom.'"Asparagus finished reading the short note and looked to the party. They all knew of the 'Black Phantom' formerly known as Paris, Deuteronomy's younger brother. Paris had left the tribe for a life of crime and thievery; the tribe would not accept him back when he was being chased by Scotland Yard, he had chosen to leave and could never return. Of course he had taken a grudge against them after, even though he had yet to be captured. Asking Deuteronomy to look after his kittens was asking much of him, seeing as he already had his own children to worry about.

"Deuteronomy will look after them won't he uncle? He wouldn't throw them out, would he?" the young George asked.

"Of course not George, he would never do something like that!" Asparagus replied annoyed, George flinched. "Sorry George, I'm sure Deuteronomy will do the right thing."

It had been a month since the discovery of the six kittens, and each family of cats had done what they could to help them. Jenny and Skimble had taken in Bombalurina and Demeter, for they had always wanted a child of their own, but had so far been unsuccessful. Jelly and Asparagus had taken in Leomaris and Maristela and Deuteronomy and Grizabella had taken in Nyoka and Macavity. However, Grizabella after having first accepted the new kittens into their family, left for reasons unknown to the other cats. Deuteronomy spoke to no one that day. The kittens would be easily convinced that they were part of their new families as their eyes had not yet opened and once they had they would be accepted by the traditional 'Family Acceptance' which was carried out in their own den when the kittens eyes had developed. Each family of cats were waiting anxiously by the bedside of their kittens, flinching each time one moved or stirred in their sleep.

Bustopher Jones had came to the junkyard a few days ago to be with his family and to wait the developing of his kittens eyes within his own home, rather than that of his human one. All the cats in the junkyard came to pay their respects to his departed mate and to also congratulate him on the three new kittens. He had thanked them and they went on their way, not wishing to disturb him with the memory of Alana.

Finally the day came and each of the cats were riled with anticipation, they watched as their kittens eyes slowly changed colour and were able to see for the first time. Deuteronomy gazed down at his new children as they blinked up at him. Munkustrap had light grey eyes, which reflected the light in the room beautifully. Alonzo had Grizabella's emerald green eyes and Tugger had his father's chocolate brown. Nyoka and Macavity's eyes were very similar, both were amber in colour but Nyoka had flecks of gold in her irises where Macavity did not. Each pair of eyes gazed into Deuteronomy's own, and then Deuteronomy placed a paw on top of each head and caressed their headfur, weaving his scent into theirs. True the ceremony was quick, but it was a valued tradition none the less.

Jenny and Skimble smiled down upon the two queens. Bombalurina looked up with her glossy brown eyes and Demeter's green and gold mix darted back and forth between the pair. Skimble reached forth his paw and stroked each queens face, after retreating his paw, Jenny leaned down and kissed each kit on the cheek. The kittens smiled and fell asleep. The elder cats looked up from their children and saw Asparagus and Jelly fawning over Maristela and Leomaris. Both pairs of eyes were a mix of dark blue and grey, making them almost black. The two looked up from their now finished ceremony and smiled over at Jenny and Skimble, who returned the sentiment before looking back down at the slumbering queens.

Bustopher Jones stared down into each of his young kitten's eyes, smiling to himself and quietly thanking the Everlasting Cat that they had such beautifully coloured eyes. Both Coricopat and Tantomile had golden honey coloured eyes, which made the morning sun glow through the den. Quaxo had a dark auburn-gold colour to his eyes, he realised they were the same colour as Alana's had been. His smile wavered slightly at the thought of Alana, but didn't let the thought prevent him from reaching out and stroking the kitten's headfur.

The families of cats, now officially could be called family, stayed in their dens teaching their young kittens walk on their two legs and how you should talk to another cat. It would be a while before they were to be allowed, but when the time came it would be another great adventure along their journey.

*grins weakly* Sorry it's so cruddy. It's the best I could come up with by the notes I had in my notebook. It'll probably look better after the next chapter comes up. *Prays that it will be so*

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