Chapter Seven – Dawn Approaching

A/N: We are coming to the end here people. I'd like to thank the loyalty of the fans who've not yet given up on me! WAY TO GO GUYS!!! I LOVE YOU!!! YOU'RE AWESOME!!!

Butch and Macavity discussed their plan of action. "That's when you and your troops storm in from the left. We'll ascend from the right and completely surround them! Have two of your best fighters go after the queen I told you about earlier. Don't harm her, I want her alive." Macavity directed.

"When do we strike?" Butch asked.

Macavity's lips curled into a clever smile as he replied "At dawn."

~*~

Meanwhile, the sun was just beginning to rise in the Junkyard. Demeter sat on top of the TSE1 prepared to witness the magic of nature and the start of a brand new day. Something tugged at the back of her mind; something about this day was important. She thought it best not to think about it; perhaps then she'd suddenly remember. The sun beams glowed upwards from the tip of her tail, to the tips of her ears. The invigorating rays acted as to revive and rejuvenate her. The day had begun.

Munkustrap came over to her. "How are you today?"

"I'm doing fine. How about you?" she replied.

"Good; on account the kits haven't risen yet."

Demeter laughed. Munkustrap continued, "What a special day."

"Is it?" Demeter asked ignorant.

"Why of course! You don't remember what day it is today?" Munkustrap asked, unbelieving of her ignorance.

"No, should I?"

"Demeter, it's your birthday!"

"Oh my! I completely forgot! How wonderful!"

"Indeed you are."

Demeter blushed. Munkustrap leaned in and kissed her lips softly. "Happy Birthday." He greeted and gave her another soft kiss.

"Must you tease me so?" Demeter said; a hint of yearning in her tone.

"Tease you? I have it the other way around in my mind." Munkustrap smiled at the beautiful queen next to him.

In the distance, young distressed voices could be heard.

"Pouncival – OW - you know the rules about throwing things!" Victoria scolded.

"Yeah, leave Victoria alone!" chimed Jemima.

"You want some too, eh?" Pouncival then whipped a cushion at her.

"Oh yeah? Is that all you got?" Jemima tested.

"Bring it on small-stuff." Misto added; just then joining in the dispute.

Pillows flew in all directions. The group found themselves in the middle of the Junkyard now, continuing their quarrel.

Etcetera, Electra, Rumpleteazer, Tumblebrutus, and Asparagus had decided to involve themselves in the massive war.

"This is getting out of hand." Munkustrap noted. He and Demeter had been watching the squabble for quite some time now. Demeter was decently amused.

"See you later Deme." Munkustrap said; excited about the day ahead, kissing her head quickly. He jumped down from the TSE1 and rushed to put an end to the 'Battle of the Flying Bed Cushions'.

~*~

Down at Murray's Dock, the hench-cats and the Pollicles were preparing for combat. They were slightly delayed, for it was past dawn, and they weren't even on their way to the Junkyard yet. Macavity was not pleased.

"How much longer?" Macavity asked impatiently.

"Patience," Butch started. "My forces are almost ready. Then we may go and defeat those pests. By this time tomorrow, we shall have achieved victory! We will be triumphant!"

"That's all very well, but how much longer?"

Butch shot Macavity a menacing look, "Just a few moments longer. Clearly 'patience' is not in your quality range."

"Apparently not." Macavity retorted.

Both armies merged as one. Together they would fight. Together they would kill. Together they would win. And all together; as one unit brave and proud, they would annihilate the tribe of . . .

The Jellicles

A/N: I was shooting for a bit of suspense there. Did it work? Tell me, is this story getting interesting, or what?

No really, tell me. R&R people! Seriously, opinions and comments are MORE THAN WELCOME!!!!!