AN: First story, so please be kind. Next chapter I will give a character guide. I don't even own a car, so how could I own the genius work that was created by T. S. Elliot or Andrew Lloyd Webber. I only own Pomp, Piper, the Statas, and the plot.

Pomp shivered slightly in the cool night air. He warily eyed every shadow as if it would jump out and attack him. He had tried taking deep breaths, but it still didn't calm his nerves. The wind whispered of something foul, and Pomp felt he was walking on a thin bit of rope that had begun to fray…

He quickly shook his head, his brown and red fur swishing silently about him. "Best not dwell on the night,"' he thought to himself as he quietly crept down the deserted streets.

The wind rustled an old newspaper, and caused Pomp to tense up. He didn't want to be out tonight, but he had to gather food for his young daughter, Piper. The sound of glass breaking in the distance caused the frightened Stata cat to jump in alarm. His heart pounded in his ears as he looked down the alley he stood before.

"I'll look for food tomorrow," he thought, backing up, "it's too late to catch mice right now."

But as he turned to leave, a small sound caught his attention. It was so faint, he wasn't sure if his ears had heard correctly, but there it was again! It was a faint, little meow coming from the eerie alley.

Pomp stood at the mouth of the alley before taking a deep breath and entering it. He cautiously followed the meow, his feet softly padding on the cold ground. The further he got in, the louder the cry became, and a rancid stench met his nose. Still he continued, straining to hear even the faintest sound coming from the alley.

When he finally reached the end of the alleyway, he froze in horror. Before him laid the most ghastly sight he ever beheld: Two feline cats lay dead in a pool of their blood. The red liquid stained the male's white fur and his mate's black coat, and the smell made Pomp nauseated. He had lost many tribe members before to Pollicle dogs' attacks, but he had never happened upon the corpses of the cats they mauled.

Pomp's eyes wandered over to where another soft meow came from. He approached a small cardboard box that was covered with an old, ratty piece of cloth. Carefully, he lifted the cloth and was met by a pair of pale blue eyes. There, he beheld a small kitten, barely a few weeks old, crying out for his parents.

The young kitten walked over to him on wobbly legs. Pomp scooped the young cat up into his arms trying to make out his features in the dim light of the moon. His coat was a glossy black with pure white paws and underbelly and face. Tears welled in his eyes as the young kitten began rubbing his small head against his hest, and emitting a soft purr. This was the murdered cats' kitten!

Pomp looked down at the tiny kitten who had now almost fallen asleep in his arms, to where his parents' mangled bodies lay.

He made a decision, and, pulling the kitten close to him, he walked out of the alley and back to his home.

A flash of lightening brightened another alleyway followed closely by the resounding clap of thunder.

Piper jumped in alarm, having been awoken from her sleep by the loud noise. The frightened kitten scampered to the back of the old trashcan she lived in. She cowered in fear of the banging the rain made on her home.

Another flash of lightening lit up the trashcan, and Piper saw that her father, Pomp, had yet to return home. She gave a high-pitched shriek and buried herself under the heaps of ratty scarves that decorated her home when another crash of thunder rattled the trashcan.

Hesitantly, she peeked out from under a faded red scarf, desperately wishing Pomp would return home. It wasn't so much that she was scared of the rain, more that she didn't like being without Pomp during it.

The next flash of lightening revealed a huge figure of a cat entering the trashcan, dripping wet from the rain. "Pomp!" she squealed in delight, racing over to him as fast as she could.

She didn't reach him though because one of the many scarves that littered the floor had wrapped itself around her back paw. She struggled and bit at it until she broke free. Looking back up at Pomp, she saw him wrapping a blue scarf around a small form cradled in his arms.

"What you got there, Pomp?" she asked from where she stood, cocking her head to the side. He seemed not to have heard her, for he focused all his energy on the bundle in his arms. Piper walked over to him trying to get a closer look at what exactly was in Pomp's arms.

When she was closer, she saw that wrapped tightly in the blue scarf in Pomp's arms was a black and white cat. Not just any cat, but a small, sleeping kitten. Piper looked up at Pomp, her bright green eyes asking thousands of questions.

Sighing, Pomp looked down at the youngster he held in his arms. "I found him in an alley. He was all alone, and has no home or parents." Although Piper was young in age, she was mature and understood many things that went on around her without loosing her child-innocence. He knew he could tell her the truth of the kitten, and she would understand him.

"How sad," she whispered softly, inching closer to Pomp. He had sat down on a wool scarf, still cradling the kitten in his arms. Pomp wordlessly nodded. It was unfortunate that one so young was now an orphan.

Piper stared silently down at the kitten, deep in thought. Having lost her mother during birth, Piper had always had her dad, Pomp, so she was never truly alone. She couldn't imagine how she could survive with both of her parents dead…

"Pomp,"

"Hmmm?" he replied distractedly, shifting the cat in his arms to keep his muscles from getting stiff.

"Why can't we be his family?" Startled, Pomp looked up at his daughter. "I can't imagine having no family at all, and he has none. No cat should ever have to go through that, should they?" Her bright green eyes stared up into his, looking for agreement.

He nodded. "Yes, child. No cat should ever grow up without a family." He ruffled her red fur tenderly. "Now, he needs a name…"

"Mistoffelees."

"What?"

"Mistoffelees. That should be the kitten's name," Piper answered simply.

"Yes, Mistoffelees it is then."

Piper gazed down fondly at the sleeping kitten. "Mistoffelees, don't you worry. I'm gonna be your family now. I'll always protect you," Piper whispered softly to the kitten before kissing him tenderly on the head. Mistoffelees smiled in his sleep and snuggled closer to Pomp.

Piper yawned before curling up next to Pomp's warm body, emitting a soft purr before falling fast asleep. Pomp looked down at the two sleeping kittens and smiled, hugging both of his children close before falling asleep.