Author's Note: This is a really short Prologue, I know, but I couldn't say anything else without giving away who I was talking about, because yes, this is an actual character, not some weird angsty sue that it sounds like so far. x-x; I try. Anyway, the next round of chapters (this is going to have either a lot of chapters, or a few freakishly long ones) will be leading up to this point, and then after that it will continue from here. I'm warning you now, because otherwise you may get confused. ;3
"It's awfully unlucky to cross the path of a black cat," she told me, before I left. I wanted to strike out at her, to take that smug look right off of her face as she, of all people, had volunteered and been picked to see me off. That's not what they called it, but I'd been banished. The Jellicles don't banish, they just figured it would be better if I left, and pressed this opinion on me until I did; they ignored me, shunned me, treated me harshly. I hadn't seen where I'd done any wrongs. The only thing I'd done was look so similar, so alike, to the tribe's blasted 'Golden Boy.' I couldn't hold it against him, though, he fought for my right to stay to the very end. I suppose we would've been good friends if I hadn't been abandoned so quickly like I was.
I managed to contain myself until we'd reached the edge of the junkyard, me and that older queen. She sent me off with a smile, and some forced words of kindness. She told me that she was sorry I had 'chosen' to leave, and that she hoped I found a better home. I would, I said; Goodbye, I said, muttering something rather violent under my breath. I shook my head and looked down the street. It wasn't as rundown as you'd think, having a junkyard resting in it and all, but it still didn't look like the safest place for a single cat. What was I going to do now?