At those words the two queens froze. They looked at each other with
horror etched on their faces. They took a few steps closer to the tent so
they could hear more clearly.

"But when shall we attack sir?" the strange tom asked.
"We attack at dawn tomorrow! Unasin, you gather the troops and take
charge over them while me and my brother discuses this." Macavity
ordered.

Demeter and Niameh stepped back into the shadow as the young tom
rushed out of the tent. As soon as he was gone Niameh pulled Demeter
over to a clump of bushes, and began to speak in a harsh whisper.
"Demeter! Demeter, we can't let them do this! No matter what our tribe
has done! We just simply can not allow this to go on!" "Well what do you
think we should do about it?"

"I think we should sneak away and somehow warn our tribe!" Demeter's
eyes hardened, and grew icy cold. "I say we just tell them what we think
outright!"
And with that, she turned on here heels, and went stopping off towards the
tent.
"Demeter, no!" Niameh shouted, but her young friend was determined.

Macavity was standing with his back to the tents entrance, and did not she
the young queen rush in like a torpedo, aiming straight for him. His brothe
r turned in surprise when he heard his brother cry out in surprise.
"What the hell!!" But he could not contain laughter at the site he saw
before him. Macavity lay sprawled on the floor with a furious Demeter
on top of him. His brother was struggling to get her off him.

He couldn't resist some spirited words he had once heard. "Ah, come on
guys. Get a room." and then, "Oh, that' not right." Demeter and Macavity
both turned to him and said, "SHUT UP!"

He jumped at their loud voices. "Gosh! I was joking! Why don't ya have
seven different kittens over!"

Demeter turned her attention back to her tom. "You will NOT go through
with this war! I wont let you hurt our tribe no matter how much they hurt
us! " By this time she had tears of sorrow running down he checks. She
couldn't help remember how cruel and un-understanding they had been to
her. Her strength was decreasing because of this weakness and he easily
pulled her off of him. By the time Niameh entered, the tom and queen
were in an embrace, and he was speaking softly two her.

"What happened," she asked.
Tanocor looked up and smiled at the sight of her. "Your sister's upset
because we are going to war with your old tribe."
"You can't!" she wailed, "Please don't do this! PLEASE!"
"I'm sorry! We're going into battle tomorrow."
"But what if you get hurt or even killed? I don't want that!"

With that he stepped forward and placed a gentle kiss on her mouth.
Demeter saw this, and started to laugh like a maniac. Macavity grinned
at an evil idea, then leaned over and kissed Demeter. Her face turned as
red as a beat. "Go back to sleep darling." Mavavity spoke to Demeter as
if she was a child. "We don't want you to...." He laughed quietly, and
Tanocor and Niameh looked over. Demeter had fallen fast asleep on
Macavity's lap. He carried her to her sleeping quarters, and Niameh
followed. She pretended to be fast asleep, but wondered what would
become of her tribe. Demeter on the other hand was dreaming about
Macavity. She giggled in her sleep, and her friend sighed, and smiled. She
shook here head, and lay down to sleep.