This is the final instalment of this part. Please R/R It means a lot to me.
I hope you enjoyed this and much as I enjoyed writing it!~
Meow.
~CT~
The Jellicle army seemed to be in an impossible situation. They were surrounded and it seemed as though there was no escape whatsoever! The mind is very clear in a near death situation as this and so, weren't they all surprised when another Jellicle army which was slightly 'shorter' appeared. This army seemed to be equipped much better than the first army as they had an awful lot of cream in the spray top cans and other such goodies (I shall let you use your imagination on that one). Munkustrap bit his tongue in exasperation.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP NICKING THINGS!"
"Bu' ya needed our 'elp?!"
And with that the second battle, which is known as the battle of the cream, began. Cream flew everywhere, though mainly in the henchcats eyes and in other places that made it rather hard for them to sit for the next few weeks. (Imagination again ppls… no elaboration needed. :P) The henchcats realising that they had been beaten by a bunch of queens and kits retreated with flaming cheeks into the lair. The Jellicles cheered and a couple tried to 'steal' (what a good adjective! Lol) away but were stopped by Munkustrap.
"You shouldn't have stolen the cream."
"Wha?!!"
"And you shouldn't have followed us when we told you not to!"
The two cats looked to the ground.
"But we have to thank our lucky stars that you did."
He gave them a 'tousle' on the head and then sent them on their way. No doubt to get into trouble. The rest of the Jellicle army trudged back to the junkyard where Jelly and Jenny saw to all the injuries and had another tearful reunion with a certain Demeter. The dead queens, as it had only been queens who had died, were given a proper burial as far away from Macavity as possible. The now very depleted band of queens made their way to Demeter to thank her. She saw her young queen and went to talk to her.
"What's your name darling?" she asked softly.
"I'm Exotica." Came the reply.
"I'm sure that you will be allowed to join the tribe."
"Thankyou. My cousin is also joining."
"Who?"
"Cass."
"Oh of course!"
"She seems to have taken up with a couple of the younger toms."
Exotica smiled. "And I'm sure a few of them have their eyes on you Demi."
"Oh, don't be silly!"
"I'm not, It was you who got us out of there. And it was you who brought us to safety. You got Bomb out, if it weren't for that little fact we wouldn't have had the Jellicles there to save us. It was all you. I shall forever be in your debt."
"Don't, your debt is nothing. You deserved to be taken away from that. Macavity had no right taking you when you were so young."
With that she hugged the small queen but cried out in pain. Her past suspicions of a litter was correct. She fell backwards onto the ground rolling in pain.
'If only…' she thought. 'If only they could have lived.'
After all the excitement of the battle and the painful beatings she had been given the day before which almost broke her there was no way in the world that any kit could have lived through that.
"Darling?!" screamed jelly
"Demi!!" yelled her younger sister reaching her side just a second before their mother. They carried her quickly to Jenny's 'practice' and laid her down on the bench that had somehow been constructed.
Half an hour later Demeter was nursing two stillborn kits.
"If only." She sighed.
"I have the final one." Said Jenny sadly as she brought over a bundle to Demeter. Not a movement or a sound came from the blankets so she assumed that it to was no longer living but as she made space for the kit she saw a slight twitch.
"Jenny?" she asked
"This one shall be very small, the equivalent of the runt of your litter."
Demeter looked up in expectation. Could it be possible? Jenny nodded.
"And she's alive."
Demeter took the bundle in astonishment adding it to her other two. She could see a tiny little face, with its eyes still closed obviously, tucked up and paws covering a tiny nose. The kit was indeed small but she was living. And that was the important thing after all. Demeter stroked the tiny kit over the head. Suddenly, outside a yelp was heard also. It seemed that it was birthing season! Well, spring anyway. Another expectant mother was brought into the clinic and laid down. Her stomach was not nearly as swollen as Demeter's had been, implying more kits. She was breathing heavily. Demeter was moved to another place just a few metres away from the expecting queen. Demeter held her kits, including the deceased ones, as if she would never depart and watched as the other queen gave birth to a set of twin boys and two girls.
"Miss?" she said feebly when Jenny had left the room.
"Yes?" answered Demeter.
"I am not going to live through this."
"Don't be silly of course you will!" she exclaimed.
"You don't understand, I was told that I could not have a litter of kits as I would die from blood loss and the fact that my blood is unable to clot (yes, author doesn't know what the disease is…). What I am asking you, as one queen with kits to another." She said indicating the three bundles that Demeter was holding. "Is that you would raise my kits as if they were your own. And love them as if they were your own."
"I can't promise something like that!" said Demeter
The other queen stood up. She took Demeter's hand and begged her.
"Please, I beg of you. Look after my angels?"
"Yes, I will." Demeter said spontaneously.
The queen hobbled back to the bed.
"What are they called?"
"The twins are Pouncival and Tumblebrutus and the queens shall be called Electra and Etcetera."
With that her last breath was taken and she lay flat on the bed.
EPILOGUE
The years travelled fast for all the kittens, Demeter and Bombalurina included. Demeter was not known to the kittens as Mum but more of Aunty or sister. Jenny was their mother. Her kitten was her daughter though and she was known as mummy. Her daughter was the 'runt' but as Pouncival once put it she was the most gorgeous looking runt ever and if this was what a runt was he wanted to be signed up for the next one as his brother already had 'dibs' on her.
"Demi?"
"Yes Cetty,"
"Was my mother a good person?"
"Yes she was dear. She was the best."
"Mummy?"
"Yes sweetie?"
"Who's my daddy?"
"I'll tell you another time Jemi. Please go play with the girls."
And with that her kitten ran off to play with the other kits. She sighed knowing that one day she would have to tell her kit who her father really was. She turned to find HER new mate smiling.
"She doesn't need to know until she's much older Dem."
She nuzzled him.
"I know Munku, I know. But when she does find out, I don't want to lose her."
Yes! I am evil, I am going to do a sequel to this one but Cori's plane gets in from Venezuela in five minutes and if I miss it not only will I be ridiculed for ages I will also lose a couple of fingers so Toodle Loo!
Meow.
~CT~
The Jellicle army seemed to be in an impossible situation. They were surrounded and it seemed as though there was no escape whatsoever! The mind is very clear in a near death situation as this and so, weren't they all surprised when another Jellicle army which was slightly 'shorter' appeared. This army seemed to be equipped much better than the first army as they had an awful lot of cream in the spray top cans and other such goodies (I shall let you use your imagination on that one). Munkustrap bit his tongue in exasperation.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP NICKING THINGS!"
"Bu' ya needed our 'elp?!"
And with that the second battle, which is known as the battle of the cream, began. Cream flew everywhere, though mainly in the henchcats eyes and in other places that made it rather hard for them to sit for the next few weeks. (Imagination again ppls… no elaboration needed. :P) The henchcats realising that they had been beaten by a bunch of queens and kits retreated with flaming cheeks into the lair. The Jellicles cheered and a couple tried to 'steal' (what a good adjective! Lol) away but were stopped by Munkustrap.
"You shouldn't have stolen the cream."
"Wha?!!"
"And you shouldn't have followed us when we told you not to!"
The two cats looked to the ground.
"But we have to thank our lucky stars that you did."
He gave them a 'tousle' on the head and then sent them on their way. No doubt to get into trouble. The rest of the Jellicle army trudged back to the junkyard where Jelly and Jenny saw to all the injuries and had another tearful reunion with a certain Demeter. The dead queens, as it had only been queens who had died, were given a proper burial as far away from Macavity as possible. The now very depleted band of queens made their way to Demeter to thank her. She saw her young queen and went to talk to her.
"What's your name darling?" she asked softly.
"I'm Exotica." Came the reply.
"I'm sure that you will be allowed to join the tribe."
"Thankyou. My cousin is also joining."
"Who?"
"Cass."
"Oh of course!"
"She seems to have taken up with a couple of the younger toms."
Exotica smiled. "And I'm sure a few of them have their eyes on you Demi."
"Oh, don't be silly!"
"I'm not, It was you who got us out of there. And it was you who brought us to safety. You got Bomb out, if it weren't for that little fact we wouldn't have had the Jellicles there to save us. It was all you. I shall forever be in your debt."
"Don't, your debt is nothing. You deserved to be taken away from that. Macavity had no right taking you when you were so young."
With that she hugged the small queen but cried out in pain. Her past suspicions of a litter was correct. She fell backwards onto the ground rolling in pain.
'If only…' she thought. 'If only they could have lived.'
After all the excitement of the battle and the painful beatings she had been given the day before which almost broke her there was no way in the world that any kit could have lived through that.
"Darling?!" screamed jelly
"Demi!!" yelled her younger sister reaching her side just a second before their mother. They carried her quickly to Jenny's 'practice' and laid her down on the bench that had somehow been constructed.
Half an hour later Demeter was nursing two stillborn kits.
"If only." She sighed.
"I have the final one." Said Jenny sadly as she brought over a bundle to Demeter. Not a movement or a sound came from the blankets so she assumed that it to was no longer living but as she made space for the kit she saw a slight twitch.
"Jenny?" she asked
"This one shall be very small, the equivalent of the runt of your litter."
Demeter looked up in expectation. Could it be possible? Jenny nodded.
"And she's alive."
Demeter took the bundle in astonishment adding it to her other two. She could see a tiny little face, with its eyes still closed obviously, tucked up and paws covering a tiny nose. The kit was indeed small but she was living. And that was the important thing after all. Demeter stroked the tiny kit over the head. Suddenly, outside a yelp was heard also. It seemed that it was birthing season! Well, spring anyway. Another expectant mother was brought into the clinic and laid down. Her stomach was not nearly as swollen as Demeter's had been, implying more kits. She was breathing heavily. Demeter was moved to another place just a few metres away from the expecting queen. Demeter held her kits, including the deceased ones, as if she would never depart and watched as the other queen gave birth to a set of twin boys and two girls.
"Miss?" she said feebly when Jenny had left the room.
"Yes?" answered Demeter.
"I am not going to live through this."
"Don't be silly of course you will!" she exclaimed.
"You don't understand, I was told that I could not have a litter of kits as I would die from blood loss and the fact that my blood is unable to clot (yes, author doesn't know what the disease is…). What I am asking you, as one queen with kits to another." She said indicating the three bundles that Demeter was holding. "Is that you would raise my kits as if they were your own. And love them as if they were your own."
"I can't promise something like that!" said Demeter
The other queen stood up. She took Demeter's hand and begged her.
"Please, I beg of you. Look after my angels?"
"Yes, I will." Demeter said spontaneously.
The queen hobbled back to the bed.
"What are they called?"
"The twins are Pouncival and Tumblebrutus and the queens shall be called Electra and Etcetera."
With that her last breath was taken and she lay flat on the bed.
EPILOGUE
The years travelled fast for all the kittens, Demeter and Bombalurina included. Demeter was not known to the kittens as Mum but more of Aunty or sister. Jenny was their mother. Her kitten was her daughter though and she was known as mummy. Her daughter was the 'runt' but as Pouncival once put it she was the most gorgeous looking runt ever and if this was what a runt was he wanted to be signed up for the next one as his brother already had 'dibs' on her.
"Demi?"
"Yes Cetty,"
"Was my mother a good person?"
"Yes she was dear. She was the best."
"Mummy?"
"Yes sweetie?"
"Who's my daddy?"
"I'll tell you another time Jemi. Please go play with the girls."
And with that her kitten ran off to play with the other kits. She sighed knowing that one day she would have to tell her kit who her father really was. She turned to find HER new mate smiling.
"She doesn't need to know until she's much older Dem."
She nuzzled him.
"I know Munku, I know. But when she does find out, I don't want to lose her."
Yes! I am evil, I am going to do a sequel to this one but Cori's plane gets in from Venezuela in five minutes and if I miss it not only will I be ridiculed for ages I will also lose a couple of fingers so Toodle Loo!