Chapter 2: The Last Night

Thanks for the amazing reviews!

DWF: Thank you! It is one of my goals to keep you wondering!

Gj: What I mean by lost… well it will become clearer as I write more!

Ginkabina: You are so close! Trust me; it is part of Jemima, but not entirely her whole being

C: Uh… hate to break it to you, but I think Misto and Vicki are brother and sister, my personal opinion really… And I think the little to old comment, that was an indication that Jemima doesn't like Plato…. Oh, and its not the post title: D

Disclaimer: Its always the same! I don't really own Cats… I do own Spelli and Prisma at the moment, but knowing MY luck some jerk will probably steal my idea!

Here comes the next chapter!

Jemima turned to see a completely black tom, from his ears to the tip of his tail. He seemed to be shining in the moonlight, for his fur was aglow. She tried not to smile, but she knew she was failing to, for the tom laughed. His eyes were a silvery-blue, that shown with curiosity and hopefulness. Jemima's heart almost leaped out of her body.

"Misto! What are you doing? I almost had a heart attack!" Jemima said, her eyes bulging out of their sockets.

"Well… I wanted to see you? Or maybe, I wanted some conjuring practice and I knew you would allow me to do some spells on you. Or maybe I was wondering, what are you doing out so late.. You know likes the Kits sleeping about an hour before dawn.

Jemima stiffened. "Well…. Since there is no possible way I can keep things from you, Demeter and I were seeing this old queen named Prismala. Then we met Rumpleteazer on the way back, so we decided to escort her home."

The magical Mr. Mistoffelees smiled, slightly amused. Oh how Jemima adored that smile! "Sounds… Interesting.."

Jemima nodded with interest. "She spoke of this other Queen, who was younger than she, but the way Prismala spoke of her… Well, I guess she has a fairly amount edginess I suppose, this other Queen. But she seemed very mysterious, and a bit… odd."

Misto's smiled dropped. "How was she odd? The Rum Tum Tugger odd? Or Grizabella odd?"

Now Jemima had to tread around the subject carefully. "Well… she was a bit like Grizabella, for I think she left the tribe, but she sounded a bit like… You."

Now Misto was frowning "Oh, now I get it, being a Conjuring cat isn't everything I guess. Maybe I should go where I am accepted. Bye Jemima."

"Wait, Misto! I didn't mean it like that!" Jemima yelped, but he was gone. She stifled a sob, but scolded herself. Jellicles don't cry over someone leaving them, they find some one else to lean on. Jemima told herself.

Her thoughts ended because she heard some voices of older Tom's. As quick as Lightning, she ran into an old washing-machine, and listened.

"She is not the kit she was a year ago! She seems to have no more innocence, no more trust into every person she knows." A tom's voice huffed, as Jemima reconignized it as a black-white tom named Alonzo.

"She is just growing up, don't you realize that? All Jellicles go through it… Remember Bomba when we were younger? How shy she was? Well, she is probably the sauciest queen around now." Said another voice

"But Tumble, she is becoming older, not a different cat. I guess I just miss the old Jemima, who would look at everyone with the same sort of trusting." Said Alonzo, who sounded distressed with his voice quivering.

The two voices faded away, and Jemima walked out of the washing machine, carefully. It was one bad thing after another, and it was all because that stupid, old tabby Prismala. When Jemima and Demeter came to the alley where they found her, the old cat walked out behind a dumpster. She had stripes and spots of different colors, and scars all over her face. Her ear was cut up, and she had a slight limp. One eye was misty blue, a sign of blindness, and the other was an intelligent grey. She looked at Demeter. "You brought me a kit?"

Jemima had shivered when Prismala padded around her, looking at her, judging her. When she heard the old cat snort, she knew something was wrong. "No more innocence in this one. Soon she will be as distrusting as you, Demeter."

Demeter looked ashamed at herself, but kept quiet. Prismala circled around Jemima a few more times, and then cocked an eyebrow as Demeter hissed at a shadow casted on the wall.

"Demeter, you don't have to worry, He hasn't been her to see me in a while." Prismala said, quietly. "Spelli hasn't heard of him either and she is THE crafting cat. If she doesn't know where he is, than I believe that no one does."

Demeter nodded, muttered a thank you, and left with Jemima. It all seemed pointless to her, but she knew Demeter was up to something.

"Jemima?" A quiet voice said.

Jemima turned to see a completely white queen who was somewhere between kittenhood and adulthood, with bright blue eyes. She wore a fake diamond collar, and she had held herself with such composure, such meek confidence, Jemima always watched with awe. She smiled. "Hi Victoria."

The white Queen yawned. "Can we sleep? I was up all night with-"

"Plato? I figured…" Jemima sighed, her smile vanishing.

Victoria scoffed. "I don't now what you hate about Plato!"

Jemima sighed. "I don't hate him, and he seems nice, but he seems too old for you!"

The white queen's eyes flashed with anger, but it quickly turned to sympathy. "If only you had a mate, you would understand."

And with that, Victoria found a comfy spot on the old moldy mattress Jemima was kicked onto earlier, and closed her eyes. Soon Jemima sighed and laid down next to her. Jemima felt her face and realized with a horrid shock she was wet. She was crying.

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