Author's notes: Ok this one's still too short.

In this chapter Etcetera makes a decision that'll change her life forever and the cats she encounters. She realises a few home truths which will affect her... perhapse for the worst.

Enjoy! Please R&R.

"Ok, let's try that again."

Etcetera quickly did a few stretches and joined the others in the ordered formation. Etcetera placed herself back between Jemima and Victoria.

"Ok!" Victoria called, "Everyone ready?"

A chorused 'yes' rang out simultaneously and the V formation began to move. With Jemima leading and Victoria and Etcetera standing to her right, they began the dance. Etcetera bit her tongue nervously, trying desperately not to break the fluid motion of the other cats. Although she moved with the grace of a leaf caught in a wind, she felt herself lumbering the steps and stumbling over her paws.

"Ok good."

Etcetera blinked and realised that the dance had ended. The other queens sat down on various objects and chatted aimlessly about the dance. Etcetera sat a little way away from the others. This was something Electra had dreamed of doing but had never done for her sake. Etcetera felt the painful sting of shame and guilt stab her stomach. She hadn't given her friend a second thought in all of this.

"Hey Kira."

Etcetera gazed up sadly at Jemima. The young queen really had grown, she was now tall and slender, her fur brushed to perfection. Etcetera sat for a moment and gazed in wonder at the shimmering coat, the red in her fur glowing ruby.

"Um, Kira?"

Etcetera snapped back from her thoughts to a curious Jemima. "Oh, sorry Jemima, I was just thinking."

"I could tell. Have you seen Electra anywhere, we want to ask her if she wants to join the dance this year."

Etcetera felt herself sigh with relief. Maybe she could get away with dancing and Electra would never know. "Sorry I don't know try her den."

"You get on well with Electra." Jemima commented, "It's like you've been friends for years."

Etcetera felt a lump rise in her thought. Jemima knew! "Yes, we do get on very well."

"It's interesting." Jemima said, eyeing the queen before her suspiciously, "You two are the complete opposites of each other but you have so much in common."

"Yeah it's strange." Etcetera smiled nervously.

"Most queens in your case would hate anyone who was completely different but had so much in common."

"Well, err; I guess I'm just a very tolerant queen." Etcetera answered with a nervous laugh.

Jemima glared at her straight in the eye, searching for any sign of dishonesty. She found none so relaxed again. "Sorry Kira, it's just that you remind me of someone I once knew."

"Who's that?" Etcetera asked, overjoyed that she hadn't been found out.

"She was Victoria's sister, very vibrant and energetic."

Etcetera braced herself for another 'Oh poor Etcetera, where could she be' speech.

"A little immature but great to hang around with." Jemima said fondly, "We didn't include her much because of her sister. Oh the Eternal Cat knows how much she hated her. She wouldn't let us include her in anything; she used to be very influential on our once gullible minds."

"And what happened then?" Etcetera asked, trying to sound interested.

"Well after Etcetera vanished, Victoria went mad. At first she thought Etcetera had just run away to get attention. When she didn't return we knew she had gone forever." Jemima actually wiped a tear from her cheek. "Victoria went into denial; she'd been saying for years that she wished Etcetera hadn't been born. When she ran away Victoria went into depression, she blames herself for Etcetera's disappearance and has admitted that she did love her sister, it was just that all the attention went to her when she was born."

Etcetera didn't know what to say. "Um, she gets on well with me."

"Yeah, she says you remind her of her sister. She doesn't want to upset you in case you walk away as well."

"Why's she worried about that?"

"She has this theory that you're either Etcetera herself," Jemima signed and shook her head, "Or you're her child or something. I think she's gone mad."

"She hasn't gone mad; she just misses her sister that's all." Etcetera could have died. Her sister did love her; she was wanted and obviously mourned. The stabbing pain of guilt flooded her being, hot tears welled up in her eyes and she felt near to breaking.

"Kira, are you ok?" Jemima demanded urgently, grasping Etcetera by her arm gently.

Etcetera pulled forcefully out of her grasp. "I need space to think. Please don't follow." She turned and ran from the junkyard, all the heads of the queens watching her alarmed. Etcetera knew where she needed to be and it was as far away from the junkyard as possible. She belonged with her mother, as part of Macavity's employed. She didn't deserve to be around cats that loved and cared for her if she kept lying to them.

With the grotty old house coming into view, Etcetera braced herself for a life of crime and lies; she was obviously good at it.

I don't know why this one's as short as the last one. I tried to make it longer but I ran out of ideas. Anyway, The next chapter it's longer than this one.