Etcetera had been living with Demeter for a week now. She felt she had done a lot of good around the junkyard too. Admetus had more friends, Demeter had a bigger box, the kittens were all at peace, for the most part, and Tugger could hunt birds. Actually, that last one was because of Pouncival, but she didn't care.
Deciding it was time to play, Etcetera left the bag she had been lying in. She couldn't quite remember why she was in the bag, but at the moment she was bored. Stretching as she stepped out of the bag, Etcy jumped in surprise as a paw hit her shoulder.
"Ha ha!" Electra said. Etcetera looked up to see the tortoiseshell queen above her. "I got you. Now I just have to find Pouncival and I've got everybody!"
"Oh yeah! We're playing hide and seek. I forgot." Electra rolled her eyes.
"Sometimes Etcy, sometimes." Etcetera smiled sheepishly and went to sit by Admetus on a nearby plank.
"This game would be a lot more fun if Victoria hadn't gone back to Tumble and Plato and if Misto had a brain of his own," Etcy commented, making Admetus laugh.
"Yeah, that's true. He says its love. I personally think its stupidity," Admetus put in.
"I don't think Misto's stupid. I think he's afraid of rejection, what with him being so short and the only magical cat in the junkyard," Electra told them, coming to sit next to them. Etcetera nodded in agreement. "Anyway, I can't find Pounce anywhere. Do you know where he is?"
"I do," Tumblebrutus said, walking into the open. Plato followed, carrying a wide-eyed Pouncival.
"Let my brother go!" Etcetera yelled, leaping up off of the plank.
"Not so fast Etcy. We found him. I think we should trade." Plato smirked at the foursome. "It's only fair." Pouncival now looked like he was about to cry.
"What do you want Plato?" Admetus asked with a sigh.
"I think that if Electra is going to be your girlkit," both Electra's and Admetus' faces turned a light shade of pink at that word, "she deserves to know how you killed your mom. Tell us all and you can have little Pouncival back," Plato offered. Admetus' face had gone from pink to pale white and stony. "Well?"
"I didn't kill my mom," Admetus whispered, tears becoming visible in his eyes.
"What about your brother?" Tumble jeered. Etcetera, Electra, and Pouncival were all staring curiously at Admetus now, wanting to stop the older kits, but feeling as if they shouldn't.
"I didn't kill Balam either." Admetus was struggling to hold back the tears now. Etcetera gulped and glanced at Electra, feeling nervous.
"Then what happened to them?" Plato asked, not as meanly as before.
"Why should I tell you? You wouldn't believe me anyway." A tear rolled down his cheek. Plato put Pouncival down, surprised Tumble and him had actually succeeded in making Admetus cry. Pounce immediately ran to Etcetera's side.
"If you didn't kill them, who did?" Tumble questioned, becoming more curious.
"A car did," Admetus said, barely audible. "A stupid human car." All the kittens present fell into an awkward silence, staring at Admetus in surprise. Tears were freely running down his face now.
Etcetera slowly stood up and walked over to Admetus. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Pouncival came over to help his sister support the collapsing older kitten. Together, they carried Admetus back to their new box.
A/N: I've decided I don't like science class. I have too much homework to do, just cause I missed one day to go on a field trip. It was a good trip though. Our humanities and the drama classes went to see the play 'Our Town.' It was a good play. The third act was really sad. I found it odd that the families in the play were all different colors though. Besides that though, I really enjoyed it. Ms. York was insane saying it was the worse play she's ever seen.
Krissy-lids: Sorry, couldn't resist. Anyway, stage crew isn't that bad. I've been on it before. Only when Ms. Williams freaks out and yells at me cause other people aren't doing their work.
Etcies: I already explained this to you, Love. I wouldn't forget you and you know it. Oh, I haven't heard from Sean for awhile…
Mystitat: Of course, my dear. I only would've read it to find out who Misto's mom was anyway, and now I know.
Jemima-luvah (LT): Please make an exception this time too. I don't like it and I'll "forget" my lines if you do. "So, I guess you stopped playing Soprano Saxophone…." Hehe! What song? The chicken soup one, disco man, or was it really my gay Eskimo song?