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I sighed rather loudly as we actually made it out of the alleyway. Davrik had been 'removed' from his resting spot. And we were on our way back to the jellicle junkyard. Of all of us, Jemima was the fastest. The cats who'd dragged her away hadn't really done anything to her. Just locked her in a room with Drake. Drake and I were both moving slow, I wasn't even trying to hide the fact that I ached all over. We did have to stop and rest a few times, careful to stay away from alleyways or dark, narrow roads. We didn't need more trouble right now.

It was almost dark, but both Jemima and I could see. Drake seemed to be find, putting his nose to work more now than before. Then I looked over to Jemima who was staring up at the moon. She pointed and said in almost a whisper.

"Look, the moon is almost full. The jellicle ball will be soon!"

It was clear that she was excited about the Jellicle ball. I'd heard from her that it was the most exciting night of the year for jellicles. They danced, sang and had a good time with on another. It sounded wonderful to me, I only wished I could be apart of something that spectacular. But right now, I doubted that they would want me in the tribe any more after this incident.

Suddenly Drake's ears perked and he gave a soft growl. We all stopped and waited to see what he had to say. Hopefully it was good news, god knows we needed it right now. Even in the darkness, I could see the small smile upon his tan maw as he said softly.

"Almost there, about two blocks down."

I sighed in relief. I'd been almost ready to pass out from exhaustion, and now it was me lagging behind, but still able to keep right next to Drake's back legs. Now, I could smell the junk from the junkyard in the air and I smiled despite my condition. We were almost there. Maybe they would even let me and Drake stay for the night, then we would leave, and most likely never return.

Then Jemima stopped right before we got to the entrance. I frowned slightly, wondering why when we were almost there. She turned to face both of us. Then she said, now in a normal voice.

"Tabis, you climb onto Drake's back. If Munkustrap or the other tom's are there they won't dare attack if they think you are being held as 'hostage' by him. I'll go in front. Hopefully it will be Demeter that we run into."

Our prayers had been answered. There was Demeter, sitting were Munkustrap usually took watch and waiting nervously. I know she couldn't be too thrilled about sitting there alone by the entrance, without a big strong tom to protect her. I couldn't help but admire the gold and black queen's courage right now.

She spotted us and looked shocked, as though she had expected to see us half dead and looking like zombies. Quickly she snapped out of it and ran over to meet us as we entered. She stopped short as she gazed up at the large Doberman that stood in front of us. I could tell she was a little nervous, but I slid off of Drake and limped up to her and did a weak introduction.

"Demeter, meet Drake. Drake, Demeter."

Drake, being the kind and well mannered dog he was, dipped his head lightly in greeting to the queen. A peasant smile crossed Demeter's face and she nodded to Drake. Then she spoke directly to him.

"Tabis talks about you a lot. It is a great pleasure to finally meet you."

Drake nodded and Demeter waved us all inside, even Drake. It was late, so most of the cats were asleep. We sat near the tire and I explained to Demeter what happened. I couldn't say if she was exactly mad, but if anything she wasn't happy about it. We got scolded and all that stuff, especially when Jemima mentioned that Davrik worked for Macavity. That made Demeter tense and bristle slight and she seemed to get more nervous. Then she talked more about what had happened while we had gone on our little mission.

"Munkustrap got worried and at first he rallied up a team of toms to just search around for you. He really won't be happy to come home to a dog in the junkyard. They should be back soon so I'll keep watch. You both will have to be woken up at that time so that you can explain what happens. I'll try the best I can to help. But I'd don't have the best reputation around here."

She finished with a small sigh and a slight shake of head before bounding off back towards the entrance. I wondered what she meant by not having the best reputation and looked to Jemima for help. Jemima looked at me, then quickly looked away. She knew, not only did she know, but she was also part of the reason. She would not bother herself with that now and she and Drake slowly followed to the farthest end of the junkyard.

Drake lay down quietly and I lay down beside him. Jemima was quiet, laying off to the side of us, staring up at the sky. Drake closed his eyes, attempting to sleep, I walked over and sat by Jemima. Looking up like she was. Jemima didn't even glance at me. Then out of the blue she said.

"They don't trust my mother, or me. They don't trust my mother because of her choice of mate before, they don't trust me because of my father. I've always had to act like the innocent and cute little one who did everything perfectly. Instead of rough housing with the others, I would learn to knit with Jenny. Instead of playing jokes on the older cats, I would sit and learn the 'proper' way to take care of my fur. I guess what you got to see could be considered the real me. I would never be that mischievous in the presence of one of the older cats. They would be even more suspicious of me."

Jemima sighed and closed her eyes. I was surprised to see no tears leaking from her eyes. She whispered in a barely audible voice.

"Macavity was my father."


Oooooooo the suspense! The next chapter after this shall be the last! So sad, but maybe I will make a sequal about Tabis finding a mate and all. Lol. Anyway, thank ya'll for reviewing!