There we go! All the chapters are edited! Make sure you tell me of any mistakes that are left (although, let me just say some are deliberate- if it makes sense or sounds good, then it's probably deliberate, but tell me anyway)
Thanks!
I just want to thank everyone who's read this story, because this has been my most popular story to date!

Hope there aren't any more mistakes, although knowing how easily I get sick of things, It will probably get edited again one day.
One last thing-
I DO OWN Duendei.
I DO NOT own Artemis- That gorgeous kit belongs to AriaCloudrunner.
and I DO NOT own CATS- that impossibly great story/soundtrack/group of characters belongs to ALW, RUG, and TSE!

"See? What did I tell you, Munkustrap?" Quaxo said, lacking the gloating cheer of the statement as Tantomile emerged from the shadows with the small bundle, coiled up in her arms.

"Tantomile," Munkustrap said, stepping toward the approaching the cat. "How is he?"

Tantomile smiled.

"She, Munku. It's female. And she's fine." Tantomile cooed, tilting the ginger and white kit into their view so they could see her delicate female features.

"She really looks like Cetty, doesn't she?" Quaxo said, stroking the soft ginger fur on her side.

"If not for the colouring, I would never believe that this was a child of Macavity's." Tantomile agreed, indicating at the vivid reddy- ginger patches across her tiny body.

"Did Etcetera name her?" Munkustrap asked, joining in the huddle of cats stroking the newborn.

"Only a second name. It's Duendei." She said, still staring at her.

"So... it's true then..." Quaxo seemed reluctant to enquire. "I... I was right... Cetty just, left her?"

Tantomile looked solemn.

"I saw it from my hiding place in the bushes near to the birthing site you foresaw. Duendei disappeared into the bushes, literally vanishing. It seems she has picked up some of her father's talents. Etcetera also noticed this and took off horrified. I... I honestly can't say I'd entirely blame her, were I in her position. But yes, she's... she's not coming back." Tantomile seemed to struggle with the phrasing of some of the comments here, choosing her words careful in relation to her emotions. Tantomile hugged Duendei tight.

"What will we do with her?" Quaxo voiced the question running through all their minds, foreseeing the risks of the exposure of her blood ties.

"I'm sure Jenny would be happy to accept another kitten to her latest litter..." Munkustrap began, but Tantomile cut him off.

"No. I wish to raise her. And besides, the fewer Jellicles that we have to relay Duendei's story to the better. Etcetera has already tried her hardest to keep this secret. Her work is not for us to undo. And Coricopat will be more than happy..." A muffled rustle interrupted their conversation. All three cats tensed and peered into the darkness. Quaxo sensed the presence before any of them could see it, and marched over the bush to haul the young cat out of the bushes.

"Tumblebrutus! It's impolite to eavesdrop!" Quaxo chided the patched tom. Tumblebrutus was a tom by definition, but still one of the youngest cats in the tribe, along with some of the others of last ball's kittens. He shyly grinned at Munkustrap and Tantomile before noticing the focus of their concern. His eyes rested on the sleeping kit's face and he stared in bewilderment.

"Who is she?" he asked, innocently.

Tantomile exchanged looks with the others before Munkustrap rested a paw on his shoulder and said kindly

"A lost kitten."

Brutus rested his paw tenderly on Tantomile's and swept her hold around so he could see the kitten better.

"She's beautiful," He sighed "...Can I hold her?" The question was hushed but eager. It took Tantomile by surprise. But she gently placed her in his gentle grasp. He folded to the ground and embraced the kitten, staring at her sleeping form in wonderment.

"She's tiny" he gasped.

"That she is..." Tantomile agreed. This kitten was one of a kind. It was not often that one of the tribe abandoned a kitten... despite the paternal matters. But Tantomile, and the others could not bear to see a kitten suffer. Especially not one so unfairly abandoned.

"Will she live with Jenny?" He asked, tearing his gaze from Duendei.

So many questions...

"No, she'll live with me and Cori." Tantomile replied.

Brutus seemed to consider that for a moment, but his gaze subconsciously returned to his kitten. As the night wore on, and Tantomile took Duendei home to meet her brother Coricopat, they hoped Macavity would not come looking for his took comfort in the thought that he'd not been that bold for some time. But a communal agreement was subconsciously met.
That did not matter.
They would deal with that should it come to pass. She was safe, for now, and they all knew, deep down, that Etcetera would one day be grateful to them for saving her. One day, when she was ready, they could be reunited, and although this would mean revealing to her the history of her parentage.
Her legacy.

But Duendei was better off. She had a family. For now.