Chapter Eleven: The Question

A/N: Oh my goodness, it feels like forever since I've written fan fiction! Let me tell you something, I will never take a break from writing like that ever again. Starting up again is the most difficult process in the world. It feels incredibly foreign yet refreshing to be continuing with this after such a long time. And I'm typing this chapter on the porch of my new home, we've been here for almost three months and things are going smoothly. My cats love it here which is just wonderful. Thanks everyone for being so understanding and patient. :)

Ok, so here we go (FINALLY).

PS- A good idea might be to glance over previous chapters just to remember where we are in this literary adventure. It's what I had to do. ;)

Pouncival and Jemima had been spending a lot of time together and the felines of the Junkyard were pleased beyond measurement to see the two of them finally bonding.

They spent every minute together just laughing how young people do, never daring to think of how anything could possibly be different between them. The world was a place of delight and merriment for the both of them. Nothing, absolutely nothing could ruin the immaculately perfect mood of their informal relationship...or so it seemed...

"I've been hoping to talk to you." Pouncival said, walking next to Jemima on the path among the willow trees. This had become a usual part of their routine. They'd start by taking a morning walk through the wooded park, sit by the lake and watch the fish, and chase each other on the wide expanse of grass at Toller's Field. Sometimes they'd go down to the town and see what's new, stop by the homes of close friends and such. But it always started at the park, walking by the enormous willow trees, just catching up and lavishing in the inimitable satisfaction which only transpired when they found themselves in each other's company.

"Pounce, we talk all the time." she giggled. Pouncival stopped and leaned his weight against one of the thick trunks, taking in a deep breath.

"Something wrong?" a slight edge of panic surfaced in her voice. Pouncival noticed this and quickly set things straight.

"No, definitely not." Pouncival put his paws on her shoulders, hoping it would ameliorate some of the tension in the atmosphere.

"Well out with it then. I don't have all morning you know. I have to be home for lunch. Plus, I still owe you a tackle from yesterday's game of chase." she pointed out cheerfully.

"Ok, ok. I just have one question." He slid his paws down her arms and took her hands in his own. He looked deep into her eyes, trying not to be distracted by their overwhelming splendor. He took in a breath of oxygen, allowing his lungs to expand to their maximum...

"Will you be my mate?"

A/N: Please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes, along with the new house came a new computer and I haven't had the time to purchase Microsoft Word so I've typed this chapter on WordPad. I've taken Spellcheck for granted, a lesson I'm sorry to be learning. Review?

Also, I'll be turning seventeen tomorrow which I guess is exciting, however I don't look at it like everyone else does when they turn seventeen. You see, seventeen just symbolizes that I'll not only be another year older, but another year closer to moving out and going off to college; something entirely frightening to me, something I know I'm not ready for...but I've got fan fiction again to hold my sanity, with respects paid to all of you reviewers out there, because if it weren't for you, I just know my life would be a lot less organized. Thanks so much, especially if you're still willing to read my work after such a long wait. :)

And welcome to any newbies out there who may be just discovering the magic of fan fiction!

I'll write more soon, might even have another chapter up by today! Bye for now!