Yay chapter 2, woohoo, thanks to everyone who already reviewed. I've never had so many reviews, and so quickly, I promise this chapter gets a bit more exciting than the last

Disclaimer: of course I don't own CATS, do I really have to do this everytime


The bright sunlight crept softly into Plato's den and onto Victoria. The pure white cat awakened to find the den empty. She figured that Plato had gone out to fetch food for her. "I could really go for one of Jenny's mouse cakes," she grinned. Victoria stalked over to Plato's mirror, which was actually a piece of a much bigger human mirror. She licked her paw and began to groom herself. Like most of the queens she took much pride in her appearance. She was especially proud of the purity of her coat, though she did have small patches of black on the tips of her ears. But she was still very proud of the black on her ears, because it was a way of connecting her to her brother.

"Hey, Victoria, are you in there Vicky?" called a female's voice. Victoria recognized it to be Jemima's. As Victoria turned away from the door she saw Jemima walking into the den. "So, you stayed with Plato last night," the multi-colored tabby grinned.

"Yes, and all we did was sleep," Victoria scoffed. "Now was there something you wanted Jem?"

"Well, I just wanted to let you know, your brothers laying out on the old tire in the middle of the junkyard. And he's making quite a spectacle."

"What's there to be a spectacle about? He's just sleeping?" Victoria was confused by Jemima's worry.

"Well he's tossing around furiously, and he has his claws bared for some reason. It's making it quite difficult for Munku and Tugger to awaken him. Some of the cats think he's having a nightmare. But it must be some nightmare for him to be that worked up."

"Do you think something could be wrong with him, like he's sick? Quaxo's not known for doing anything furiously, let alone sleeping."

"I'm not sure but you should probably come and take a look."

"Okay." Victoria quickly finished fussing with her fur.

"Come on, Come on!" Jemima rushed.

On their way to the junkyard they ran into Plato. He was carrying a handful of Jennyanydots's mousecakes. "Where are you two off to," he inquired from behind the pile of cake.

"Oh, mousecakes, my favorite," Victoria squealed.

"Um… Vicky, remember, Quaxo," Jemima said prodding Victoria on the shoulder.

"Quaxo! Is something wrong with him," a shocked Plato asked.

"Well, I'm sure it's nothing serious, but Jemima and I were on our way to check on him." Victoria gave a convincing smile to try and help allay Plato's worry. But Victoria was truly very worried about her brother; she had a horrible feeling that things were not all right.

"Where is he?"

"Sleeping on the old tire."

"Well, let me run these cakes to the den, and I'll meet up with you."

"Okay, Plato," Victoria unconsciously smiled as Plato ran into the distance.

"Okay, Plaaatooo," Jemima teased, noticing the smile.

"Oh shut up," Victoria blurted.

Plato had caught up with the two kittens by the time they made it to the tire. There was a large crowd of Jellicles surrounding the tire. They were whispering about Quaxo, and his sleeping fits. "All right, one side guys, sister coming through, make way," Jemima yelled, pushing Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer out of the way.

"Hey, what was that for?" Mungojerrie demanded.

"Yah, even we ain't that rude," Rumpleteazer added.

"I do believe Vicky has a right to be close to her brother in his time of need," Jemima answered authoritatively.

"Jem, cut the melodramatics, you make it sound like Quaxo is dying," Victoria scolded.

As the cats parted for Victoria she made her way to the tire where Munkustrap and the Rum Tum Tugger were trying to awaken Quaxo. When they noticed her they stopped their attempts and allowed her to get close to her brother.

"Quaxo, Quaxo, it's me Victoria, please wake up," she said softly. Her voice seemed to calm the sleeping tom, but he still did not awaken. Victoria reached down to touch Quaxo and as she did she heard a slight mumble. "Huh? Did you say something Quaxo?"

"He-lp me…" he said faintly.

"What was that?" Tugger asked.

"I think he said help me. But what could be wrong? I don't know what to do." Victoria began to get very flustered. Plato walked up to her and began to caress her.

"It's okay Victoria, we're gonna figure this out, don't worry," Plato consoled.

"Help me, Victoria," Quaxo murmured again, but slightly more clearly this time.

"I don't know what to do Quaxo, tell me what to do." By now the white kitten was crying uncontrollably. She crawled over to Quaxo and picked him up gently and began to hug him tightly. "Oh please wake up, please."

"It's okay Vicky, everything's okay," a voice said.

"No it's not Plato, would you quit saying that!"

"Um… that wasn't me."

"What!" Victoria looked down to see her brother smiling weakly up at her. "Quaxo! You're awake." She began to squeeze him tightly.

"Ah, Vicky, to tight."

"Yah Vicky, you don't want to kill him after all that," Jemima laughed. Victoria turned around and shot her and angry glare. "Sorry, sorry."

"Well Quaxo, old buddy, it's good to see you're finally awake," Munkustrap said, helping the drowsy tom stand up.

"Okay nothing to see here, nothing to see here," Tugger commanded, signaling the horde of cats to go about there day.

"You all right now, Quaxo?" Plato asked.

"Yah, you looked to be in pretty bad shape," Jemima added.

"Was I really that bad?"

"Well little buddy, you had even me, the Rum Tum Tugger worried."

"Oh, I'm sorry for worrying everyone."

"No Quaxo, there's nothing to be sorry for, we're just glad your okay." Victoria smiled and gave him another hug.

"Were you having some kind of nightmare? You had an expression of fear on your face," Jemima said.

"Yah, and you had your claws bared," Tugger complained, licking a scratch on his arm.

"Did I do that? I'm so sorry Tug. And yes, I was having a nightmare." As Quaxo answered a look of fear came over him.

"Is everything alright Quaxo? Your face, if possible, looks paler than usual."

"Yah, everything's fine Munku, no need to worry."

"Okay, well if everyone's good now, I have a ton of Jenny's mousecakes back at my den. You're all welcome to come over for some," Plato offered. There was a unified "sure", and the six Jellicles began to walk off towards Plato's den.


Well there you have it, I'm sure all of you are anxious as to what Quaxo's dream was, well it'll be in the next chapter once I write it, but I've been attacked by plot bunnies so it shouldn't be too long

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