~Disclaimer~ I've said it before, but I'll say it again: CATS belongs to RUG

~Disclaimer~ I've said it before, but I'll say it again: CATS belongs to RUG. All characters are theirs. The relationships between the characters are my own idea, my own opinion. Please, no flames. Constructive criticism is welcome, needed, and adored.

*A special thanks to Angel Leigh who gave me the title for this. Thank you! ~*Dream*~

Fate Hath Made

June 21, 2001

An elder Tom, tall and strong, stands watch o'er his Tribe

As Shadows move and the Darkness holds Truths he cannot Hide.

His son, a regal Silver Tom, destined for success;

A nephew, Ginger tall and thin, his sanity a mess.

Dear Fate these two hath Cousins made, and set them adrift at sea,

Each believing he is right; and the other is his enemy.

The elder shakes his head and sighs, lost in years ago

When these two were friends again, and not each other's foe.

Alas the time has shifted now; their childhood has gone,

And for each these two dear "Cousins made," shall sing a different song.

The Silver, who is Munkustrap, will grow to be revered;

The Ginger coated Macavity: despised, loath'd, and fear'd.

And the Elder will stand aside and watch the Play that's come to be:

The Actors filling out their roles, just as our Deuteronomy.

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