Images of the beautiful, snow white, blue eyed queen flash behind my eyes. Of our argument... her Death. Their Death. I sigh wearily and continue tracking the kits that were hers. This is the third time I've left my home. My tribe. My own family. I've searched for her kits, and my own. Although, I'm not that worried about Macavity. Some would say I'm a bad mother. But he can take care of his own self. I'm more worried about the Gold and Black Queen. The one who is sure to be separating within herself. Becoming the Gold Queen. The Black Queen. My thoughts flicker to the beauty of the trio. The Blood Red Leopard Queen. Pride flushes my cheeks as I remember the nights we spent together shopping and "beautifying" as she called it. Then to the young one. The Calico. The Spitting Image of Her Father. And I shake my head. Their scents mingling with Macavity's.

I look up to see dusk arriving. Crestfallen, I return to the Jellicle Junkyard. My ears pricked as I heard the faint sound of a meeting being held.

A flash of Black and Gold caught my eye.
A dash of Calico.

A streak of Red.

Three Sisters Are They.