Epilogue:
The trust between the Jellicles and Macavity's tribe wasn't easily
accomplishable. Both sides had lived with the hate and the tales of horror
for many years, and especially to the older cats, it was difficult to accept
the old enemies as newfound friends.
Munkustrap and Macavity had established a fragile bond of tentative trust.
They had discovered, how alike they were. Both were strong leaders,
who cared for their tribes, and both were too stubborn for their own good.
The kittens and younger cats on both sides, however, were quick to
establish strong bonds of friendship. They were too young to remember
the horrifying war so many years ago, so they didn't harbor the hate, like
so many of the elder cats did.
A joint Ball was held for both the Jellicles and Macavity's tribe to
strengthen the new relationship. Demeter and Niameh were the only
Jellicles this year to ascend to adulthood, but a young queen from
Macavity's tribe was their age, and she too had her ceremony.
As the three young queens stepped up to perform their dance, nobody
was surprised, as Macavity and Tanocor sneaked up to dance with each
their queen. Niameh and Demeter looked happily at each other and joined
their toms.
A hesitant Pouncival crept up to the other young queen with a questioning
look on his face. He had taken a strong liking to the queen and hoped tha
t she hadn't chosen anyone in her own tribe. To his vast surprise, she
smiled at him, before she took his paw.
A few months later, Demeter visited Niameh's shelter. The two queens
were now living in each their shelter with their mates. Demeter was
positively glowing, when she entered her friend's home. She hugged the
cream colored queen, bubbling with joy.
"What's happened?" Niameh laughed and looked at the black and golden
queen, "You seem so happy today."
"I think… Macavity and I, we're…" She grinned widely, "We're having
kittens!"
"You are? That's wonderful!" The two queens hugged again.
When the time came for Demeter to give birth to her kittens, queens from
both tribes were helping her deliver, while Macavity was pacing outside,
waiting to hear what happened. Niameh was by her friend's side, trying to
help. This was difficult, though, as she herself was expecting kittens
within a month. She held Demeter's paw, as the young queen pushed and
finally delivered a beautiful kitten.
The kitten looked very alike her mother. It was a tiny, black kitten. She
had golden lightning stripes at her sides and from her father she had
inherited the red highlights in her fur.
Some of the queens were nearly weeping with joy, as Demeter was handed
her kitten and Macavity came in to see his mate and newborn daughter.
Life was good for all the cats, inhabiting Amenra. New kittens were born,
who would never know hatred or fear. And the two tribes had finally
learned the meaning of trust.
The trust between the Jellicles and Macavity's tribe wasn't easily
accomplishable. Both sides had lived with the hate and the tales of horror
for many years, and especially to the older cats, it was difficult to accept
the old enemies as newfound friends.
Munkustrap and Macavity had established a fragile bond of tentative trust.
They had discovered, how alike they were. Both were strong leaders,
who cared for their tribes, and both were too stubborn for their own good.
The kittens and younger cats on both sides, however, were quick to
establish strong bonds of friendship. They were too young to remember
the horrifying war so many years ago, so they didn't harbor the hate, like
so many of the elder cats did.
A joint Ball was held for both the Jellicles and Macavity's tribe to
strengthen the new relationship. Demeter and Niameh were the only
Jellicles this year to ascend to adulthood, but a young queen from
Macavity's tribe was their age, and she too had her ceremony.
As the three young queens stepped up to perform their dance, nobody
was surprised, as Macavity and Tanocor sneaked up to dance with each
their queen. Niameh and Demeter looked happily at each other and joined
their toms.
A hesitant Pouncival crept up to the other young queen with a questioning
look on his face. He had taken a strong liking to the queen and hoped tha
t she hadn't chosen anyone in her own tribe. To his vast surprise, she
smiled at him, before she took his paw.
A few months later, Demeter visited Niameh's shelter. The two queens
were now living in each their shelter with their mates. Demeter was
positively glowing, when she entered her friend's home. She hugged the
cream colored queen, bubbling with joy.
"What's happened?" Niameh laughed and looked at the black and golden
queen, "You seem so happy today."
"I think… Macavity and I, we're…" She grinned widely, "We're having
kittens!"
"You are? That's wonderful!" The two queens hugged again.
When the time came for Demeter to give birth to her kittens, queens from
both tribes were helping her deliver, while Macavity was pacing outside,
waiting to hear what happened. Niameh was by her friend's side, trying to
help. This was difficult, though, as she herself was expecting kittens
within a month. She held Demeter's paw, as the young queen pushed and
finally delivered a beautiful kitten.
The kitten looked very alike her mother. It was a tiny, black kitten. She
had golden lightning stripes at her sides and from her father she had
inherited the red highlights in her fur.
Some of the queens were nearly weeping with joy, as Demeter was handed
her kitten and Macavity came in to see his mate and newborn daughter.
Life was good for all the cats, inhabiting Amenra. New kittens were born,
who would never know hatred or fear. And the two tribes had finally
learned the meaning of trust.
