I do not own CATS the Musical. However many of my cats in this story are not part of the musical. a will be beside their names.

It was a cold dingy London Night. Eight Young Cats Scampered across a quiet road and found their way around into the
Junkyard. The Queens found their way into a warm box, and curled together for warmth. Young Deuteronomy stayed behind to guard the girls, three of which whom held his kittens. Gus and Skimbleshanks, the other two Toms, slowly snuck into hearing distance of an old cabin in the Yard.

"Sir I can't allow you to operate in this Yard any longer." said one man, obviously a very important one. "This Yard has become a sanctuary for street Cats, and the Animal Shelter has bought it out from under you."

The Toms Jumped when the door banged open, and one look inside the cabin said that no one lived there any longer. The only thing remaining was a few old blankets.

A car a few feet away started up and drove out of the Yard, another followed close behind it. The Toms then hurriedly stole the blankets from within the cabin and scurried off into the night.

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Meanwhile, in another part of town, a Queen was giving birth. Her mate passed around near by, he needed an heir. Suddenly a teen aged tom scurried into the basement.

"MACADAM!" he yelled, "I have the report."

"Then present it. What is the damage on the Tribe?"he winced a little as he shift his weight to jump on a chair, "They didn't heed my warning did they?"

"Eight cats survived, three toms, five queens. Deuteronomy, Gus, and Skimbleshanks are the surviving toms sir and Grizabella, Ever, Graymalkin, Jennyanydots, and Jellylorum are their surviving Queens." the teen tom stopped and winced when a scream echoed through the room, "The Mrs. giving birth then?"

"Yes, shame that only those young ones survived, any kittens for them? Or an heir for Deuteronomy, he is their leader now."

"No births yet sir, but they all look like they'll give birth any day now. All five of the queens are with kittens."

"Yes, I heard that they were trying to build up their numbers, its been a few months since the attack on the tribe, but I see that at least some have survived," another scream echoed through the room, "Anyone else unaccounted for?"

"The whole tribe is accounted for now sir,except two. Junior and his wife Duchess have disappeared, however from the sources I have, Duchess was severely injured in the attack, and is believed dead."

"Thank-you, but she was with kittens, keep an eye out for stray kittens, and Junior, direct them to the Jellicles, we won't be able to trust the kittens if their parents had time to tell them about us, if you find Junior before the Jellicles do, kill him, and hide the body. Now Off with you!"

An Older Queen came into the room.

"Are they born?"

"Yes Sir, she just finished with the last one."

"Good."

Macadam walked slowly into the room and over to Emily. She was finishing cleaning the smallest kitten out of the three, a small calico. He looked at his other children, a ginger cat, that looked just like his Macadam, and a sleek black kitten, who looked some what like Emily, except Emily was brown.

"Are you going to come say hello or just gawk like a child?" Emily had now placed the last kitten at her side, "they are yours you know." Macadam came up and nuzzled her.

"That small one she's a queen?"

Emily nodded, "Then her name, will be Rumpleteazer,"He nuzzled and licked the top of her head. The black kitten then looked up at him with sparkling silver eyes, "She will be Celeste," Emily smirked at the beauty of her daughter, "because you are as beautiful as the sky," he turned and looked at the finally kitten, his only son, "and you, my son," the kitten looked up at him, with dark red eyes, which surprised Macadam, "will be, Macavity."