"Blood's
thicker than water, and when one's in trouble
Best to seek out a
relative's open arms." Anonymous
"My darling niece." Macavity said as the door to his office eerily creaked shut again, just like before. "It has been so long. What are you now? One and a half?"
"I am three for you information, sir." She spat the last part as she looked around again. Nothing had really changed since the last time she had been in the room, which had only been a few hours ago, except for a few comfy looking pillows thrown around the room.
"Ah." The tom said sighing and shaking his head almost sadly. "Kitten hood has gone by far to fast for you. With your mother's death so soon, and your father leaving you to become the majestic she-cat that you are. To finding out about your second personality…"
"How did you know about that?" Tubomba asked shocked. Only Uncle Mistoffelees and Uncle Quaxo were supposed to know about that!
Macavity laughed an empty shell of a humorous laugh. "You think I would leave my only leaving relative to fend for her-self when obviously I won't be having offspring anytime soon?"
Tubomba was just shocked at that statement. "Wait." She said trying to make what he just said into some sense. "You have been spying on me my entire life?"
Her uncle just shook this away. "Don't think of it as spying my good niece, think of it as protection. Remember when you were walking on the top of that fence when you were six months old for the first time, and than you slipped and fell? How did you survive a fall fifteen feet off the ground when you passed out on the way down? I always had a hench-cat or rat tailing you, that have saved you a few times. He got a fairly big raise also. How did you heal so quickly just those few weeks ago from your coma incident? I was having healing cats slip into the hospital in the middle of the night to help heal your head."
Tubomba felt as if she was about to pass out. For her entire life she has had someone tailing her? Why didn't she notice? Thinking back Tubomba realized that she had noticed. In the shadows, images of cats and rats following her. Those had given her nightmares for weeks on end as kitten. Once she had even saw a strange adolescent cat who was a stranger, she had noticed him following her and tried to talk to him he just seemed to disappear.
"So." Macavity said clicking his nails together. "Do you wish to know what you are or not?"
At this Tubomba was pulled out of her thoughts. "Yes! What am I? Why do I have these visions? What is inside me?"
Macavity held up his hands in a seemingly sign of weakness, "Slow down my friend. Not so fast. I will explain in sections. We will start with what is inside you. You have your mother inside you. Her soul or what is left of it. The rest is trapped in two other worlds, the past and the Everlasting Cat's domain. She is trying to tell you something, through the visions and memories that she has sent you recently. She wants something. And I think I know what it is." He sighed looking down at his claws. Looking up again he gave Tubomba a quick smile, something she never thought he could do.
"Did you know that when your mother died, she was probably just a few months older than you?" he said almost sadly looking at his claws. "I remember it; I had practically already sold my soul to get this power. She was the last piece of the cat world holding me to any sanity I had ever had. Than she came into my office, her slightly rounded belly was all that showed that she was going to give birth. And than… well… you saw what happened." He looked up at her again. Shaking his head hissed to himself, "Look at yourself Macavity, you meet your niece and you go soft."
Tubomba smiled at this. "But what about my other questions?"
"I'm getting to that. What you are… hmm… how to describe that." Macavity stood up and began pacing. "You are, a Jellicle Cat yes. You are a cat. But a special cat. You are also a Tractus eo ire itum Felines. Or Time Travel Cat. Not a very creative name for our species I know, but that is what we are. It is how your mother could tell that she was going to die, how I am able to always escape from the scene of a crime so quickly. Your mother and I were the most advanced of our kind. Most can only see glimpses of the future about a minuet before it happens. Obviously you inherited your mother's ability to look into the past in visions, not just flashes. A trained Time Travel Cat can actually succeed in traveling into the past and future. And bring people back. But it is dangerous."
Tubomba sat up in shock. She didn't remember sitting down. "Wait." She said backing up again. "You are saying that I have the ability to time travel."
"You might." Macavity said scratching his arm. "Or you could get sucked into the time stream and begin visiting your past and your past lives, harassing yourself till you die. You also could be killed instantly if you can't control the power."
Trying to ignore this nasty piece of information that she had just heard Tubomba asked the last question, "And the reason for the visions?"
At this, surprisingly, Macavity came and patted her shoulder. "Your mother wants something. From you. It's her back up plan for if you can't travel through time." He paused at this and shivered. "If it doesn't work she'll… she'll… take control. She wasn't ready to die Tubomba. She didn't want to. So you are her next reincarnation."
Suddenly a fuzziness filled Tubomba's vision and a pain shot through her head. This wasn't her usual vision, this was a painful one.
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There sat two queens in a white room. The taller and redder queen was staring down almost hungrily at the smaller and younger one who looked almost identical except for a gold streak of fur across her chest. The younger queen was shaking slightly on the ground.
Lifting the younger queen's chin up the older queen whispered, "It's time. Choose. It's time I return, daughter, to the real world. Make your choice."
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A/N: sorry this took so long, and many people will disagree with how I portrayed Bomba, but hey, it needed to be done, sorry. Peas don't hurt me! cowers in fear of Bomba Fans And sorry it is so bad. And that Macavity seems to nice, I'm not good at mean people.
