Etcetera gasped as she looked up. A concerned looking queen was staring at her and Pouncival. The queen took a tiny step forward when Etcetera looked at her. Pounce lifted his head to see why his sister had gasped. His eyes opened wide with fright when he saw Demeter.

The elder queen smiled softly at the two young cats. Etcetera, encouraged by the smile, stood up slowly and took a tentative step forward. Demeter extended a golden paw towards the kitten. Etcy carefully sniffed the paw that was held out to her, trying her best to be brave.

Pouncival was watching his sister the entire time, wondering what she thought she was doing. This queen could be dangerous. He watched a look of relief spread across Etcetera's face as she smelled the paw.

Etcetera recognized the smell from somewhere. She couldn't place where from, but knew that she had never been harmed by a cat she had met yet. Holding out her own little paw, she met the larger one. Looking up, she noticed the smile had spread across the older queen's whole face now. Demeter sat down and the younger queen took a careful step into her lap before flopping down, looking for comfort.

When Etcetera turned to tell Pouncival to tell him it was ok, she saw he had backed up against the wall of the pipe. Just then, another cat came running into the pipe.

"Demeter, why'd you..." he trailed off when he saw a kitten curled up on her lap, and another one jump onto her when he entered.

Demeter was too busy staring at the two kits in her lap to notice the look of hurt and confusion on Admetus' face. Etcy and Pounce noticed it though and glanced at each other.

"Hey Admetus. This is Etcetera and Pouncival," Demeter said, pointing to first the female, then the male. "Guys, this is my friend Admetus," Demeter finished the introductions. Pouncival waved, trying to be friendly, but the other male just stared. "They're going to come home with me. Munku and I will raise them." Etcetera watched the older kitten nod.

As Demeter stood, Pounce and Etcetera each grabbed one of her legs so they wouldn't fall off. Admetus followed Demeter, who could barely walk but was giggling anyways, out of the pipe. When Etcy and Pouncival turned around to look at him, he glared. Scared, they glanced at each other before deciding to keep their eyes facing forward.

The two surveyed the area they were walking in and realized they were in a large junkyard. They had been in a quite a few junkyards before, having been street cats before being seperated from their parents. This one seemed different though. Neither of them knew why or how, they just knew there was something different about it.

It wasn't long before they met up with another cat, a silver tabby. He and the queen Etcy andd Pounce were clutching too were talking. Not wanting to be rude and eavesdrop, Pouncival turned his head. He noticed Admetus walking away, feet dragging and head down. He wanted to follow, curious why the other cat was so sad and angry, but didn't want to get into trouble.

When he turned back around, he saw the tabby hold out his arms, like he wanted a hug. Instead, the golden queen bent down and lifted Etcetera into his arms. Pounce was surprised, and by the look on his sister's face, she was too. As the large tabby laughed and hugged her, Etcetera's surprise turned into happiness and she snuggled in closer to his chest.

Wanting to be part of the love, Pounce pawed at Demeter's leg until she bent down and picked him up too. The two adults talked for awhile longer before Demeter turned around and noticed Admetus was gone. Pounce smelled how worried Demeter was that he was missing, and he, being the cat he was, became worried too.

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A/N: Ugh, I feel horrible and I hurt. I think I'm going to go sleep after I put this up.

Jemima-luvah: What legions of fans on the Internet? The few people that like my stories don't make up a legion either. And I told Bompa. She wasn't on this morning though, so she won't get it until tomorrow.

Krissy4: I'm pretty sure your question will be answered soon. Don't worry. I probably won't get a pumpkin because I like to paint rather than carve them, but my mother won't buy pumpkin paint this year. And I don't think I'm sick enough to go to the hospital. I hope not anyway. That wouldn't be any fun.