Disclaimer: Don't own Cats. Just Blaise, Twinkie Brains and Ding Dong.

A/N: I'm going to try and work in the planning for the Jellicle Ball now. I wonder what will happen next...

Chapter four

"Can you two dance?" Bombalurina asked impatiently. "I mean, are you mates or siblings?" Next to her, Demeter was trying her hardest to stifle a yawn and remain alert, but it was proving impossible.

"We're mates." Ding Dong said. It was the first intelligent thing him or Twinkie (the Jellicles decided to just shorten her name.) had said all day.

"Then you both will be dancing with each other at the ball." Demeter added. "We're going to teach you if you don't already know how."

"We know how to dance." Twinkie sounded excited. "We dance so good, mice and rats won't come near us!" Her and Ding Dong looked proud of themselves, striking a pose as she spoke. Bombalurina wanted to be anywhere but there at the moment.

"Not hunt." Demeter said. She sounded only the tiniest more patient than Bombalurina did or felt. "Dance. Those are two completely different words."

"Then no, we can't dance." Twinkie said softly, looking disappointed. "We never done it before."

"That's what we're here for." Bombalurina said quickly, guessing that the cat was near tears. "Don't fret, we'll help you out. With a quick glare at Demeter, the two queens stood up and pranced around gracefully in a circle.

"Now you two try that." Demeter said. She sounded bored again. Twinkie straighted up, put a big smile on her face, raised her arms, and fell over. Ding Dong just stood there.

"Did we do good?" Ding Dong asked. He sounded almost...sarcastic. He himself sounded just as bored as the two Jellicle queens felt. "I can't dance like that. Don't want to."

"All of us Jellicles dance like that at the ball." Demeter sounded annoyed. "Including the toms. You will learn. We have plenty of time to teach you." Twinkie stood back up on her feet, looking glum.

"I want to look pretty, like you." She said. Bombalurina smiled, despite her mood.

"That's what we're here for, deary. Now come on. Try a leg kick." With graceful demonstration, Bombalurina stood up on her toes, and carefully pointed one leg straight out into the air, pointing her toes. "Try that. I'll help you stay upright if you want me to."

Twinkie mimicked Bombalurina as best as she could. She wasn't able to raise her leg higher than knee length without bending it, but it was a start. Even Demeter looked rather pleased. Ding Dong just stood there, with his arms folded in a pout.

"I don't want to dance like a girl." He muttered.

"If you would rather go find a tom to work with, we can direct you to plenty. I assure you, we all dance the same, toms and queens alike." Bombalurina took a deep breath to avoid sounding snappish. At least Twinkie was cooperating.

"Fine. I'll go find one on my own." He snapped. "And I'll do it by myself, too!" He stormed off in a huff. Even Twinkie was giggling.

"He's rather stupid, isn't he?" She quipped. Bombalurina and Demeter looked at each other in surprise, which Twinkie seemed not to notice.

"He thinks he doesn't need help, but he does, because he needs help." Twinkie shook her head. "Can we continue?" She asked.

"Sure thing." Demeter said, turning back around. She slid her right leg in front of her left, and pointed her toes. She did nothing with her arms this time, not wanting to overwhelm Twinkie. "Can you do this at least?" Twinkie nodded and copied the move. She had the hang of that one at least. It was now Bombalurina's turn to teach a move. But she wanted to make things a bit more complicated than one move.

"Alright, to review what we've taught you so far, how about practicing those moves together? Like so." Both her and Demeter demonstrated. After watching for a moment, Twinkie got a thoughtful look on her face, and copied the moves. They were near perfect. Demeter and her sister looked at each other once more, both of them seemed to share the same thoughts: Twinkie seemed to be a very quick learner. If that was the case, they could teach her all sorts of moves and have her ready to dance by the time the ball arrived.

"Good!" Bombalurina exclaimed. Twinkie blushed when she saw the two queens looking proud. She smiled and waited for more. This was fun! "Alright." Bombalurina continued. "We're going to get a little more tricky....." She launched into her lesson of the day full force.

On the other side of the junkyard, Blaise was sitting in the shade, watching the rest of the Jellicles. Munkustrap had asked her if she wanted to join in on the dance lessons being given by Bombalurina and Demeter, knowing she loved to dance. But to his confusion, she had declined. Blaise had seemed content with just watching. She could mimic the moves later, but she highly doubted she'd be doing much dancing at the ball.

"How are you feeling now?" Quaxo asked, for the second time in the past hour. Blaise didn't answer right away. The day was only half over, and preparations for the ball were in full swing. Jennyanydots and Jellylorum were sitting in a corner with Skimbleshanks and even Old Deuteronomy, all of them sewing. In a different part of the junkyard, Victoria, Jemima, Electra and Etcetera were with other toms, including Pouncival, Plato, Tumblebrutus and Admetus. They were practicing their own dance. Munkustrap, Tugger, Alonzo and Asparagus were standing by the entrance, not doing much else other than talking. Blaise had no idea where the rest of them were. She guessed they were either sleeping or away from the junkyard.

"I'm fine." She answered after a moment. Quaxo sighed and shook his head. "What?" She asked, finally tearing her eyes away from the other cats.

"Nothing. I'm just...well, nothing." Quaxo's normally white face had a twinge of pink in it now.

"Oh come on. Please tell me. What is it?" Blaise smirked and turned toward him, batting at his cheeks.

"I'mexcitedtobeadadfinally." Quaxo said, turning away. Blaise stifled a giggle. This was a side of Quaxo she hadn't seen before. Normally he was tough, always smiling, always playing. Now, he seemed shy, quiet. Blaise thought it was adorable. She pawed at his tail, causing him to turn back around.

"You'll be a great father." Blaise said happily. "I'll name our kid-er-kitten after you." She turned away, staring melodramatically into the sky and raised her arms theatrically. "He shall be known as, the Great Mr. Mistoffelees Junior!" Blaise paused and froze, as if waiting for some sort of audience applause. The only sound she heard was Quaxo laughing. Lowering her arms, she poked his shoulder. "I'm serious. He'll be great, just like his father." Blaise smiled. "Or she, depending on the gender." Blaise added as an afterthought.

"I know. I'm happy." Quaxo lost himself in thoughts for a moment, before turning back to her. "Do you want to stay out here and socialize some more, or do you want to go back and sleep? I think I'm ready for a nap." It wasn't so much a sudden change in subject, but Quaxo didn't like speculating their child. He wanted the entire thing to remain precious, and not become "another boring subject to talk about."

At the mention of a nap, Blaise felt herself yawning. "Ya know, I think I should go to sleep for awhile. I've been out here for a few hours. Everyone knows I'm still alive, so let's go." Quaxo seemed satisfied with that answer. He helped her to her feet and helped her back to their den. When they crawled back inside, Blaise collapsed onto her side jokingly. Quaxo jumped on her, but rather gently, Blaise noticed. He then rolled off of her and curled up by her side.

"You think those two strange cats will ever learn to dance?" Quaxo asked curiously.

"Can't talk now. I'm sleeping." Blaise responded. She let out a fake snore which caused Quaxo to put a paw over her mouth.

"Cats don't snore, either." Blaise giggled. It was an inside joke they shared; what cats did or didn't do, what cats did or didn't say. Quaxo seemed to love giving her a hard time about being a Jellicle, and Blaise loved testing him.

After a few more giggles and fake snores, both of them finally began to settle down. "Go to sleep Blaise. For Misto Jr." He said seriously. He fell quiet after that. Blaise wasn't sure if he'd fallen asleep or not, but suddenly, Blaise began to feel very much wide awake. She couldn't wait until the kitten was born.

A/N: Sorry it's so lame. I'm starting to suffer from writers block. I would love more reviews from people. I want to know if anyone has any ideas for my story or anything. I don't want to abandon this one. :(