A/N: *Sniffle* last chapter! I'm really happy with this story (Pouncival's chapter was over 1000 words!) And I almost don't want it to end. But at least I'm getting over my little bit of writer's block! I'll work on The Autumn Leaf when I have time.

Yes, this chapter will contradict what the video told us – I'll have Electra doing things she didn't do in the video. I've tried to stay as close to what really happened as possible, but Ellie needs some love. ^_^

Musicgal3: I know. I see Pounce like that annoying little brother you secretly love because he's adorable, but hate half the time because… he's annoying. :p

Disclaimer: If I owned CATS, would I be writing fanfiction about it?

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Jostling, busting, Pouncival running from one side of the junkyard to the other…

I knew what he was doing… but why didn't he ask me? As usual, I was just forgotten.

I stood, stretching from my afternoon nap.

"Hi Jelly." I said, picking up an old cardboard box full of lights next to Jellylorum and moving to set them up.

"Oh, dear! Where did the lights go?" Jelly cried. I sighed.

"I have them Jelly!" I told her. She turned, startled.

"Oh, sweetheart, I didn't see you there. Warn me next time." She said, hand over her heart.

"I did." I mumbled, attaching some lights to a post. I'm tired of this! Constantly being on the sidelines, the forgotten one! I have one line this year! ONE! And after that.. it's like I'm just there to make everyone else look better.

And it sickens me.

I'm an intelligent cat, that's obvious enough. I couldn't hold a civilized conversation with many of the kittens my age, if they ever did stop to notice I was there, and I was alive.

I wasn't completely ignored, no. People still talked to me – granted me the thrill of being noticed. But as I grew older I got noticed less and less. They didn't have time for me around the others – Victoria the dancer, Jemima the singer, Pouncival the funny one, Tumble the acrobatic one, Etcetera the hyper one. I was just Electra. Or even sometimes, on the rare occasion, my name was forgotten, or I was given the wrong name.

That hurts even more than being ignored.

I'm not worth remembering.

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"I'm thinking I want to explore the world."

I don't know what spurred this on – I almost blurted it out. It did sound good to me – but the reaction I got I didn't expect.

"What?"

'Oh, so you were actually listening.' I thought to myself, but refrained. I only nodded. Jellylorum didn't look to pleased.

"But honey, we need you here --" I laughed sarcastically.

"You don't need me here. I could go to the beach, or the mountains, or across the world, and you would all be just fine without me." I spat.

"Now you know that's not true!" Jelly's tone and heightened just a bit. I stood, tail swishing across the ground angrily.

"How would you know? This is the longest conversation I've had with you since I first learnt to talk!" I hissed, stalking from the den.

I know it was irrational, but it hurt. How could she say she knew me? She didn't know me.

I thought of visiting Jennyanydots – but I knew she had Jemima with her. It's nothing horrible – I quite enjoy Jemima's company, the most literate and well-spoken of our age group besides me – but she often stole center stage, leaving no room for those like me. I did catch a few words as I passed by though.

"Touch the sky, Pouncival."

I knew she was giving this advice to Pounce, but it felt like it was made for me; like she was secretly speaking directly to me, giving me advice. I looked quickly up to the sky – the moon was rising – the ball would be soon.

I still had time.

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The ball so far had been quite fun. I took some moments to add little extra bits – to sing a bit louder, to dance a little longer. I was enjoying myself. There was something in the air tonight – like everyone had something special.

Pouncival and Etcetera – well they really showed they had talent.

Etcetera was almost as good as Grizabella on the trapeze, maybe better, I had heard. She could glide like she was flying, completely carefree.

Pouncival reached the highest part of the junkyard, and proved to be quite the climber. It completely contradicted our image of him as clumsy, and I could tell some of the tribe had started changing their thoughts on the rest of him, too.

Tumblebrutus, Alonzo and Quaxo had started the classical part of the Jellicle Ball earlier; Tumble incorporated his acrobatics quite well. Alonzo made a little fuss, but they all got through it quite well. I could tell Alonzo was at least a little proud of Tumble's resourcefulness.

Plato and Victoria – this really surprised us. It was obvious Jennyanydots didn't like dear Plato, but no one could see the absolute love and devotion they had for each other until tonight. It made your heart soar for them.

And now – it would be my turn. As the music sped up and moved into a catchy, fast beat, I danced, better than I can say I ever have before. I was up front, near Quaxo.

We took turns to dance, and when it was the queen's turn I was up near the front with Rumpleteazer and Victoria. I had talked with her earlier, and she had decided to allow me to lead the dance – as a true criminal, she had asked for something in return, of course. One dance for me, one shiny new collar for Rumpleteazer. Hm.

I could tell some eyes were on my, and a slight nervousness rested in my stomach, but I was doing fine. In fact, some people were happy for me, from the looked on their faces. Once I ran off the 'dance floor' I looked around me. Etcetera flashed me a Jellicle equivalent of a thumbs-up – and as I searched all the faces I had studied for so long, one seemed to glow in particular.

Jellylorum was smiling.

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A/N: Oh, It's all over! (my first completed story that isn't a oneshot!)