And now the true story begins. Some endings or "cliffhangers" may not make sense as I haven't typed the story in chapters so I have to cut them down to make them the right length. I have got subtle hints as to where to cut them off though so...please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or Cats. They are copyright Andrew Lloyd Webber.
"Wake up Vicky!" Jemima called to her older sister as the young white queen-kit turned over.
"5 more minutes Jem…" She mumbled back to the small red queen-kit.
"But Vi-ic"
"Oh fine. I'm up." Victoria gave her sister a small playful hiss as she sat up.
The white queen-kit gave a stretch and her tail swished as she stood.
"Ok Jem lets go." She said, giving her sister a tap on the arm.
The two young queens weren't actually sisters. Jemima was the daughter of Demeter and Munkustrap. Victoria was adopted into the family. Munkustrap was the tom that saved Victoria when she was first chased to the Junkyard by Macavity's hench cats. The white queen-kit could still remember the day, and she was still haunted by it.
"Hey Vic, our first ball is coming up soon!" Jem mentioned as the two young queens headed out of the den.
"Hey Jemima, Victoria! Good to see you guys finally up!" Called out a voice and the two cats turned to see a black and white tom walking up to them.
"Some of us had a bit of a sleep in this morning 'Lonz." Jem replied.
Vic gave her sister a small scowl.
"What's that supposed to mean Jemmy?" She asked, her tail whipping back and forth playfully.
Alonzo gave a small laugh as he grinned at the two queens.
"Still kittens at heart are we girls?" He asked as he gave them a rub on the head.
Vic moved her head as Jemima let out an inaudible purr.
"Don't joke with me 'Lonzo. I'm allowed to the Jellicle ball next year!" Vic replied, standing in front of an old mirror as she fixed up her head fur.
"Sorry 'Tory I forgot" He replied, grinning as he used the nickname she hated.
"ALONZO!" Victoria screamed as she chased after the black and white tom.
Munkustrap laughed as the third-in-command hid behind the Jellicle protector.
"Who's after you this time 'Lonz?" Munk asked as he moved so he could see the black and white tom.
"Your white daughter!" Alonzo replied and hid behind Munk again.
"Alonzo! You're dead!" Vic yelled as she stormed up to the said tom and her father.
"Ahh yes, Vicky. What'd you do to her this time 'Lonz? Normally it's pretty hard to annoy Vic." Munk asked as he ruffled his daughter's head fur.
"I…uhh…called her 'T-tory" Alonzo replied, hiding behind Munk.
"Oh Alonzo." Munkustrap sighed, shaking his head.
"What's happened this time Munkus?" Came the voice of a teenage tom.
The three turned to see The Rum Tum Tugger walking up to them.
"'Lonz here annoyed Vicky again." Munk replied, rolling his eyes at his younger brother.
"I'll take Vic to the other queen and tom-kits if you want." Tugger offered, a smirk on his face.
"Fine, just don't do anything weird or wrong, ok?!" Munk warned his brother before turning and pushing Alonzo away.
Tugger made a face like he was hurt as Munk walked away.
"As if I'd do such a thing!" Tugger replied to his brother before the Jellicle protector was too far away to hear him.
Munk just shook his head and continued to push Alonzo away from Vicky.
Tugger watched Alonzo before shaking his own head and tickled Victoria under the chin. She gave a small hiss of disgust and backed away from the flirty teen.
Tugger shrugged and lead her towards the queen-kits. As soon as the queen-kits saw the flirty tom, they squealed and ran up to him.
"Tugger!" Etcetera yelled and hugged his leg.
Victoria just rolled her eyes and turned away from the queen-kits to watch Alonzo. Despite the way she had acted, Vicky really liked the young teenage tom. She felt that she could relate to him in a way.
Alonzo's father was Macavity, or 'the Napoleon of Crime' as cats called him, the worst cat in history. Alonzo had escaped his father's clutches shortly after Victoria had. The problem was that 'Lonz had to leave his brother with his father. The poor kitten was probably around Victoria's age now. He didn't have Alonzo with him and his mother was missing.
"Hey Vic" Came a voice besides the white queen-kit.
Vicky turned and gave a small grin at the tom-kit beside her. His fur was dark, making it hard for the white queen-kit to make out the patterning.
"Oh hey Plato. Why aren't you hanging out with the other tom-kits?" She replied, glancing behind them at the tom-kits that were play fighting.
"I thought you looked lonely. Plus being the oldest tom-kit isn't the best. My first ball is this year." He explained, giving her a grin.
"Oh yeah! I forgot you're almost a pure tom!" She replied.
Plato gave a small hiss of shock and gave her a push.
"How could you forget?" He cried, pretending to sound hurt.
"My own first ball is next year" She replied indignantly.
Plato shook his head and stood up.
"See ya later Vicky. Don't get into too much trouble ok?"
Vic nodded as he turned and ran over to the other tom-kits, easily pinning down Pouncival.
Vicky laughed slightly and got up herself. She headed over to the edge of the junkyard and sat by herself. She didn't realise that she was close to the entrance to the no-man's land. At least, she didn't until she heard the sound of pounding paws.
Vicky looked around but, more than likely, Munk and 'Lonz were with Old D. And the entrance wasn't usually heavily guarded during the day.
With a small hiss of curiosity, Vicky bounded towards the sound. What she saw when she came to the entrance made her skid to a stop.
A small Tuxedo tom-kit was about ready to collapse. He was bleeding and his fur was ruffled. Quite a bit behind him, were Macavity's hench cats.
Victoria forgot about Macavity possibly still wanting her, and ran out towards the tux tom-kit.
When the tom-kit saw her, he let out a weak hiss of fear and poised for a fight.
"Calm down…I won't hurt you. I'm here to help you!" Vicky said softly as she came up close to the tux tom-kit.
Now that she was close to him, the tom-kit could see that she was a queen-kit, not that much older than he.
Vicky put her arm around the tom-kit's shoulder and allowed him to use her as support.
"What's your name?" She asked as she began to support him as they headed towards the junkyard.
"My m-master called me Mistoffelees." He replied weakly as he leaned against her.
"Mistoffelees…" Vicky repeated unconsciously.
Vicky then shook her head as she heard the sound of paw steps, much closer. When she looked back, she could clearly see the patterning in each of the hench cats' fur.
Damn! I can't get him out of here in time! It'll take too much of my energy to support him while moving that quickly! Vicky thought as she glanced around. Unless…
Next chapter shall be on it's way VERY shortly.