Disclaimer: I do not own CATS or any of the characters/songs associated with it. They are the property of T.S. Eliot, Andrew Lloyd Webber, and the Really Useful Group. I however own little Jemeerle (Jem-eer-la ).
Author's note:Because I had some reviews saying this didn't seem like it was finished, I'm altering it so in fact, the oneshot fic is now going to become a full fan fiction. And PLEASE NO MORE NIT-PICKING ABOUT THE KITTEN'S NAME.

Chapter Three
A Fatalistic Warning

Three months or so had passed since the death of the Original Conjuring Cat, and the Junkyard had finally adjusted to the absence of his lively, cheerful presence. Jemima was doing a fine job of raising Jemeerle, but it wasn't the same. She was doing it, mostly on her own, but The Rum Tum Tugger and her parents, JennyAnyDots and Skimbleshanks were helping her. But they didn't equal half of the parent that Quaxo had been to the kitten. Jemima knew that Quaxo was watching over them however. It was evident, when she nearly lost her kitten too 2 weeks early. A Pollicle had gotten loose inside the Jellicle Junkyard. The Pollicle was a pit bull, and a rabid one at that. The toms couldn't keep it under control, and it automatically moved towards little Jemeerle, obviously wanting kitten for breakfast. Jemima had turned to look at the last minute, and froze in a terrible shock. She was too scared to move, though she knew if she didn't the Pollicle would take her kitten away from her as the Napoleon of Crime had taken her mate. She couldn't let that happen.

As the Pollicle drew closer to Jemeerle, with its fangs bared, foaming at the mouth, the pit bull approached her precious kitten. Jemima finally sprang into action. With claws bared she ran to the Pollicle and moved to leap onto him -- but she paused. Jemeerle looked on, terrified of the Pollicle, but something happened, and no one could quite explain, except Jemima. She know the truth behind the miracle.

The sky was bright blue with the colour of early winter, the air was crisp and cold. There wasn't a cloud in sight -- yet from the sky arced down a bolt of pure lightning. The lightning was a sickening pink, meaning it held high voltage in in. It raced fast towards the Junkyard's ground; and struck the Pollicle in its massive head. The pit bull fell over dead, smoking blue slightly and reeking of burnt flesh. It had been cooked in and instant.

Jemima's hands flew to her face as she held back a scream. Jemeerle had curled up crying with her tail wrapped around herself in fright. She hiccupped over her sobs, and felt something touching her ears. Her ears twitched trying to get it to stop, and it did. Well, whatever was touching her ears stopped touching her ears. She felt a hand gently run down her back, in a calming manner. She slowly stopped crying and started to breathe deep, as the hand kept stroking her back, letting her calm herself. Jemima snapped out of her stupor and ran, leaping over the dead Pollicle. She fell to her knees just beside her kitten and pulled her into her arms crying. Jemeerle still felt the hand on her back, and she felt her mother's arms around her shoulders hugging her…she knew the hand didn't belong to her mother. She squirmed around, trying to free herself enough to look. Glancing behind her, she saw a pair of bright eyes retreating back into the shadows before disappearing. She blinked confusedly and looked up at her mother.

" Mommy?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

Jemima gasped, trying not to cry all over again. She could of just lost everything, and she knew it. If she had lost Jemeerle, that was it, it was all over, she couldn't take it after that.

"What…what was Daddy like?"

The question took Jemima by surprise and she looked down at her kitten. She was old enough now to hear about her father, she supposed. She sighed and pulled Jemeerle into her lap. She looked down at her little piece of Quaxo.

"Well… your father was Quaxo Mistoffelees, the Original Conjuring Cat. He was the tribe magician."

She sighed, taking a breath, though the months had eased the pain, it still lingered in her heart. Jemeerle nodded, wanting to hear more about her father.

"He was black and white, like he was wearing a tuxedo and when he got over excited he used to sparkle all the colours of the rainbow and more as his magic built up."

She half laughed softly

" He used to throw lightning to release that energy, or dance and spin till he collapsed. He had bright amber eyes like yours. He loved you very much Jemeerle, he used to rub your back when you got scared, and he wouldn't stop till you had totally calmed down, or had fallen asleep from his touch. He…he gave his life to save yours and the tribe's…"

Jemeerle looked up at her mother, and immediately to where she had seen the bright eyes…the bright AMBER eyes. There was nothing there. She blinked back tears. She knew who, or what had saved her from the Pollicle.

"Mommy…how did Daddy die ?"

Jemima looked down at her daughter with sad eyes

"Macavity The Mystery Cat wounded him Hunny. He couldn't heal himself, or he'd still be here with us."

"Macavity?"

Jemeerle tilted he head to the side, never having heard of the Mystery Cat.

"He's a Ginger Cat…he's the head of the street gangs here in London."

"Oh…"

"Now come on, time for bed little one…"

Jemima put the calico tuxedoed kitten back into to nest in the back of the pipe. It may have been morning, but Jemeerle just had a terrible scare. She looked back out, and saw Alonzo and Munkustrap pulling the burnt body of the pit bull away to dispose of it. She closed her eyes and whispered softly.

" Thank you…"

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2 years later, Jemeerle had grown in a young adult queen. She was now roughly 15 in human terms, as Jemima was aging. Jemima was roughly 31, as were the rest of the young adults of a few years ago. Quaxo would have been about 35, if he had lived. Jemima She was beautiful as ever. Here older sister, Bombalurina was about 45 in human terms, and she was still her foxy, seductress self. Though, over the past 3 years, Jemima had started to realize that she and Bombalurina had a little too much in common, in the way that Jemeerle and herself did. She didn't like that fact…

The night was dark and cold, it was October and almost exactly 3 years since the last time that Macavity had struck. Why hadn't he attacked again, was he dead ? Or was he bidding his time to unleash another horrible attack? The Jellicle Tribe, some of which had passed onto the Heaviside Layer over the last three years, being Gus the Theatre Cat, JennyAnyDots and Bustopher Jones, sat gathered in the middle of the Junkyard stage. Each held a small lit candle. They would sit till the Morning sun dawned, holding a vigil for Quaxo Mistoffelees. They liked to imagine he was watching them from the Heaviside Layer, but only the other three, now departed cats could tell them that. But Jemima and Jemeerle knew the truth, and kept it to themselves.

Jemeerle sat with her mother, holding a candle. She didn't quite understand it, she knew this was for her father, but she didn't understand the reason. It was 3 years ago, why was her mother still hurt by it? Why hadn't she taken a new mate and had another litter of Kittens ? In truth, it was because that Jemima wanted no more kittens, its not that she didn't love Jemeerle, she did, greatly so, but if she couldn't have another kitten from her old mate Quaxo Mistoffelees, than she didn't want any. Simultaneously the flames on each candle flickered. Jemima grew tense, she looked around. There in the darkness, bright blue eyes… blue eyes that were unwelcome here. She turned to Munkustrap.

" He is here"

"Who is here?"

He quietly whispered back, looking into the darkness, the eyes had just disappeared back into the shadows.

" Macavity !"

Demeter hissed out, tensing up as the Hidden Paw leapt into view followed by his Hench-cats.

"Grab the Magician's Kitten ! I'll take the mother !"

The greasy, black, excuses for cats headed towards Jemeerle, but she surprised them. She stood up and unsheathed her claws, as her mother did the same. Together they stood ready to fight.

"Back down Jemima !"

Macavity hissed angrily as he moved to back hand her. She slashed her hand across his face. He hissed in pain and gripped his cheek angrily.

"That was a stupid move Moonlight !"

"I don't care ! You already took my mate from me, you won't take my kitten !"

" Awww…does Jemi miss her Quaxie !"

He laughed evilly. From nearby there came yowls of pain…from the Hench-cats. Jemeerle stood with her claws glittering with all the colours of the rainbow and more, soaked in blood.

" Stay back !"

She held up her now sparkling hands

" Stay back or I'll release it !"

Jemima turned to look at her daughter. He jaw fell in surprise. So this is why Jemeerle had been so distant from her for the passed months, she had acquired her father's magic…or at least, part of it. The Hench-cats, cowardly, fled into the black of the night as Macavity growled.

"Fine !"

He grabbed Jemima around the throat and moved to drag her away to his warehouses.

"No !"

Bombalurina's voice sliced the night air

"You won't take my Kitten !"

All movement from the Jellicles stopped… Jemima's eyes widened…she knew that Macavity was her biological father, but she had no clue that the queen she believed to be her older sister, was indeed her mother. Macavity dropped her in surprise, glaring at Bombalurina. She'd broken his secret…She would pay.

As Macavity ran towards Bombalurina, two upset queens attacked him. Jemima and Jemeerle. Both scorned by the Hidden Paw. He'd taken Jemima's mate, tried to take her kitten, and was now going to kill her biological mother. He had murdered Jemeerle's father, and forced her to grow up never knowing Quaxo Mistoffelees. He'd tried to kidnap her just now, and god only knows for what reason. It was because of him, that Mistoffelees was no longer here to comfort her heart broken mother, and teach Jemeerle how to use her magic. It was because of him, that everything was wrong in her mother's and her own life.

Working together, the mother and daughter attacked with the rage of starved tigers. Neither seemed to care that he was family. It was only by blood, he'd never acted the part like Skimbleshanks had, and still did. Hell, even Bombalurina acted more of family than Macavity had. At least Bombalurina had played a part in Jemima, her kitten's, life, and Jemeerle's. Perhaps not the right role, but still a part.

The battle raged on, two rabid queens against one tomcat. Nearing the end of the Battle of Revenge, Macavity was completely covered in long deep scratches that would never heal, and would cause his death, slowly and painfully, and bites from one queen, or the other ripped their teeth into him. As Macavity collapsed, both queens backed off. Jemeerle turned to look at her mother. Jemima nodded and Jemeerle raised her claws over her head. Just as she did so, lightning streaked down out of the sky, and encased her. Jemima gasped in horror, but Jemeerle barely even noticed it, She threw her rampant, pent up magic at the fallen Napoleon of time. With the voltage in that, he was automatically killed; evaporated. Nothing remained of him but ash. Ash that a slight breeze caught and carried out of the Junkyard.

The Hidden Paw was gone.

Jemeerle buckled, falling to the Junkyard grounded, panting heavily. Jemima rushed to her side and put her arms around her shaking daughter.

"What happened ?"

"He guided me…"