A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews! I had no idea whether I was good or not…anyway, here's part two of volume one,

Chapter Three

Kid woke up in at the bottom of a metal garbage barrel. He peered wearily into the light that poured in through the top. Getting up shakily to his feet, Kid leaped to the rim of the can and was relieved to find that the dog had gone. Which reminded him: he had escaped.

The kitten, suddenly feeling much stronger, dropped to the ground and landed safely on his feet. He examined the road carefully, then dashed across the street. Not wanting to get caught by the Kids and the new Chief on their way to retrieve Macavity's breakfast, Kid headed to the butcher shop instead of the grocery store for the kind of meal he had been waiting for all these years.

Kid nudged the door open and squeezed into the shop. He sniffed the air for a good summary of the quality meat the butcher supplied. When all seemed well, Kid made his approach to the meat counter.

Kid would have gotten close enough if a sudden flash of color hadn't appeared and beat him to it. The startled kitten caught a second's glimpse of what it was and was even more bewildered after finding out that it was another kitten. The kitten was an orange color and donned a string of pearls around her neck. She snatched up a meat patty and dashed outside. The butcher bustled out of the kitchen, roaring with rage.

"That cat!" he bellowed. Then he spotted Kid. "You!" he shrieked, and started toward him.

"I' wasn' me!" Kid tried to explain, but there simply wasn't enough time. He had to get out of there, and fast!

Kid sprinted out the door, and only stopped until he was plain out of sight. "Stupid kitten!" he muttered. "Must've bin a Jellicle. They don' 'ave enough sense ta do anythin' properly, only ta get us alley cats in trouble!"

Kid then heard a soft rustling noise behind a Dumpster. It's one of Macavity's rats, he thought fearfully. But despite his fear, curiosity got the better of him, and he went over to look. Creeping stealthily towards the Dumpster, Kid peered behind it.

It was the shock of his life. "Aaaaiii!" a voice cried out and the next thing he knew, he was pinned down, staring straight into the face of the kitten from the butcher shop.

"Whaddaya wan'?" the kitten growled menacingly.

"Nothin'!" Kid spat angrily. "Can' a guy walk?"

"Yeh've bin followin' me!" the kitten hissed.

"Followin' ya?" Kid retorted, enraged. "I haven' bin followin' ya!"

"Yes ya have!" the kitten snapped. "I saw ya followin' me on me way ta the shop!"

"You got me in trouble!" Kid hissed back.

"Serves ya righ'!" said the kitten. "Imagin a kitten in yer state lookin' fer more trouble!"

"My state," Kid snapped. " in nonna yer bussiness. Now get offa me!"

"I'd like ta see ya try an' make me!"

Kid lashed out a paw and struck the kitten in the face. Big mistake. For a girl she was pretty strong and a very good fighter. Kid was hit in almost any place you could imagine, and by the time she had finished he was completely winded.

"Urg..." he moaned when the young queen stepped over him to examine the results of her recent victim. "Neva...mess...with...a...girl," she whispered to him, and kicked him in the side.

Chapter Four

"Okay, truce," Kid gasped. "Couldn' ya jus' show me a place I could live? A safe place?"

The kitten stared at him suspiciously. "O' course I can. The safest place 'round 'ere is th' junkyahrd."

"Junkyahrd?" Kid exclaimed. "Not the Jellicle Junkyahrd?"

" 'Course it is," said the kitten. "What's yer problem?"

"I'm not goin' ta th' Junkyahrd," Kid declared.

"Oh yes you are," said the kitten firmly. "You wan'ed someplace safe an' I know where an' yer comin' with me, got it?"

Kid hesitated, then he finally gave in. "All roit, I'll go with you."

"Good," said the kitten, and they were on their way.

"What's yer name anyway?" Kid asked.

"Me name's Rumpelteazer," she replied. "And it is odd known' tha' I've been assaulted by a total stranger, so ya might as well tell me yours."

"Don' got one," Kid answered ruefully. "I'm just Kid. An' I would prefer it if ya didn' mock me."

"I talk like this normally," Rumpelteazer said testily. "We're almost there. By the way," she added, "you cin call me Rumpel."

"Fine by me," Kid muttered.

The two kittens reached the Junkyard fairly quickly after that. Kid and Rumpel were almost immediately greeted by a tall tabby kitten.

"What's your business here?" the tabby asked Kid. Kid stepped back, both amused and bewildered by the kitten's notion to leadership.

"Keep yer stripes on, Munku." Rumpel smirked. "I gotta friend 'ere. 'is name's Kid."

"Kid?" Munku asked, eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, is there a problem?"

"No!" Munku snapped, and he spun around and ran away. Kid took it that Rumpelteazer was quite popular for her wrestling skill.

They slunk further into the Junkyard. "You sure you know where yer goin'?" Kid asked, surveying the mounds of trash that seemed to have no end.

"Ya neva know yer way aroun' 'till ya've bin 'ere at least once in yer life," Rumpelteazer said cheerfully, and they continued on.

Finally, Rumpel stopped Kid near the middle of the Junkyard. "Hey, guys!" Rumpel called out to what seemed like no one in particular. "Lookie what I got 'ere!"

Instantly two female kittens leapt in front of them. One of them, a flaming red, saw Kid. "Who's this?" she asked, looking purely disgusted.

"His coat is filthy!" shrieked the other, one almost equally red. Kid noticed that both of them were wearing spiked collars.

"This is Kid," Rumpel explained. "Found 'im out by th' butcher's shop."

"Obviously," the first queen said, staring at Kid's scratches and bite marks, old and new. "I think you kinda beat him up too much, Rumpel."

"Nah, 'e was like that when I found 'im, Bomby," Rumpel replied. "Well, afterwards, anyway," she added.

She turned to Kid. "Kid, this is Bombalurina"--she gestured to the first queen--" and Demeter."

"Charmed," he said sarcastically.

They ignored him. "Rumpel," Bomby said, turning to her. "we need help with the kittens. It's starting to look a little ugly."

"Yeah," said Demeter. "Victoria's already fallen over twice, Pouncival and Tumblebrutus have had five fights, Admetus is screaming for his mommy 'cause Plato hit him on the nose"-Kid realized the air was filled with shrieks and cries that were obviously being produced by a very small kitten-"and Quaxo won't put on his gloves!"

"Yeah," said Bomby. "We have four lightly toasted kittens on our hands now."

"Eeek," said Rumpel, making a face. "Point made. Is it okay if I bring Kid along?"

"As long as he takes a bath," said Demeter, also making a face.

"I keep that in mind," Kid muttered, turning around to leave.

"Just don't use the creek!" Bomby called after him. "We drink out of it, you know!"

A/N: What did I tell ya? I messed up the description of Demeter in case you missed it. ::slaps self:: You idiot, her fur's not a bright red color! Glah!

Ahem, anyway, I'll try to have up the next part soon, so just hang tight while I find the time…

Teaz