Hi ya. Yes, I've actually gotten this chapter up rather fast, compared to the last one, haven't I?

To SummerRose12: Yes, I know. Magic really does need to learn to contain her powers. It certainly could lead to something bad in the future....hehe. I might have just given a hint to the next chapter....:) And yay! Someone who actually doesn't think Victoria is this perfect little kit!

To Vio: Ugh, seriously, do you really have to keep putting me down!? I think there is more plot than them getting hurt. But it does tend to happen a lot in the Junkyard, in case you haven't noticed.

To Jellicle-Wishes: Thank you for your review. It really made me happy! And yes! Yet another person who thinks Victoria isn't a goody-two-shoes!

And to Taracat: Thank you for your review. Its nice to know that people actually read stories even though they aren't always updated regularly (i'm kinda one of those people...but i try. And my computer crashed. im kinda on my mom's laptop without permission at the moment, so you know...)

Chapter Nine: Imbetween

Majestic growled quietly to herself. She was stuck right back in the place she had just gotten out of, and now she couldn't strain her body to where the gash in her side would open again. Which meant no Jellicle Ball for her, seeing as it was in a week. There was no way the cut would heal in time for the celebration. Jelly had even said,

"You do anything to open that cut, and you'll be in this den from now till Christmas." Of course, Jelly hadn't meant that long. It would just seem like it.

"Can I please go now?" she groaned, stretching out on the bed. Magic very well could just use her conjuring skills to get out, but she knew that would get her in even more trouble than opening the cut would.

Jellylorum glanced at her. "Yes, I suppose so. But if I catch wind of you doing anything dangerous..." the treat dribbled down as the queen walked out the back exit of the medical den. Majestic hopped down and started walking out of the den. When she got outside, sun didn't normally blind her like it normally did. As Majestic looked up, she realized how dark the clouds were.

"Great. Something else to annoy me," she muttered under her breath. She started walking rapidly towards her den, not before remembering that Shimmer was in the kitten area and having to change course.

"Who wants to play truth or dare!?" Etcetera yelled, racing back from the medical den where they had delivered Majestic to Jelly.

"In a sec, Etcy. I've gotta go talk to my sister," Mistoffelees said, heading back towards the kitten area.

Pouncivul, Tumblebrutus and Admetus shrugged and sat down on the ground. Electra trotted over and sat, too.

"Come on, Jem!" Etcy yelled, even though her friend was right next to her.

"I'm coming," Jemima said, rubbing her ear. The six formed a circle on the ground.

"I'll start," Etcetera said, holding a paw to her chest. "Tumble," she said, attacking the first victim. "Truth or dare?"

"Uhh..." Tumble started, weighing his options. If he choose truth, he could end up telling something really embarrassing. But if he choose dare, Etcy would come up with something really random and embarrassing. It was pretty much a lose/lose situation. "Truth, I guess."

"Hmm...Oh, have you ever gone thieving with Mungo and Teazer?"

Relief was evident on the tom's face. "Nope," Tumble said, smiling.

Etcetera frowned, like she was hoping for a different answer. But then her hyperness was back up and running. "Okay. Your turn to ask."

"Okay. Uhh...Pounce! Truth or dare?"

Pouncivul didn't even bother to go over his options. "Dare."

"Okay, then." An evil grin spread over his brother's face. "I dare you to kiss cat you like!" Pounce's face turned bright red.

Admetus snickered. "Remember, no lying," he said, refraining laughter.

Pouncivul looked about as red as a tomato as he slowly walked towards the queens, gave Jemima a quick peck on the cheek and ran back. Both of the other toms were roaring with laughter, while Jemima's face turned bright red and Etcetera and Electra giggled.

None of them noticed the black and white tom that had been walking up to them, but suddenly turned around and disappeared with a shimmer of the air.

Majestic walked hurriedly back towards the kitten area, praying that the storm wouldn't break overhead. She raced by an old coat closet, but almost immediately back-tracked a few paces to listen. There were stifled sobs coming from inside the scratched closet.

"Hello?" she called, poking her head into the closet where the door had been torn off.

"G-go a-a-away," a voice choked out.

Majestic sighed with relief. "Misto, seriously, at least give this place some light," she said, holding up a paw and letting flames erupt from it. They danced around the ceiling of the closet, shining light on the coats that covered the ground. And the tom that was curled up in the corner, his face pressed against his knees. When he looked up, Magic's violet eyes widened.

Mistoffelees's white face fur was stained with tears. His bright blue eyes, which normally twinkled with ideas of how to use magic, were a dull, flat blue. And his face was masked by sadness.

"Heavyside, Mistoffelees. What happened?" Majestic asked, going and putting an arm around her best friend.

"J-jemima l-l-loves P-p-p-pouncivul," he stuttered, taking deep, racking breaths.

Majestic stared at her friend.

This was great. She was really close with all three cats that were now in a love triangle. And she was stuck imbetween.

What a crummy day.

Author's Notes:

Yes, I know, I know. That was a really cheesy way to end a chapter. I'll try not to do it again. And i'll try to make the next chapter longer.

Repeat, try.