"Amolia? Amolia? Sweetie wake up."
Amolia shot up panting, tears streaming down her cheeks from her nightmare. She looked around to see Bombalurina sitting next to her on the cot and Demeter standing at the end. She immediately clung to the scarlet queen, shaking and sobbing.
"shhh you're ok." Bomba comforted "it wasn't real sweetie, only a nightmare."
The scarlet queen draped an arm around her and rubbed the distraught kitten's back. Once the kitten had stopped crying, Demeter made her way over to the side of the cot and crouched down to Amolia's level.
"Jenny and Jelly want you to have bath before breakfast." Demeter explained in a loving tone.
Amolia looked at Demeter for a long moment and then and Bombalurina. The scarlet queen smiled reassuringly and the gently lifted the kitten off the cot. Amolia obediently took Demeter's paw and allowed herself to be led to the wash room, a small room with two old tubs and a rusting metal water pitcher. After Demeter made sure the water was warm. She lifted the frail kitten in and proceeded to wash her.
"Sweetheart you aren't alone." Demeter began nervously as she poured water from the pitcher on to Amolia. "Bombalurina and I know what it's like."
"know what what's like?" Amolia asked confused.
"To be hurt by that mean red cat." She said though mean was an extreme understatement.
" Really?" Amolia asked with wide eyes.
Demeter nodded and moved her paws through the kitten's fur, removing as much grime as possible. "His name is Macavity and he finds pleasure in torturing others, especially the helpless."
"Is that why he killed mummy, because he liked it?" Said a teary eyed Amolia.
Demeter felt a sudden heavy sadness.
"Oh sweetheart…" Demeter said, fighting back tears.
"Im sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry." Amolia said apoligeticly.
"Oh no no no, its not you." Demeter consoled stroking the kitten's cheek. "I just want you to know me and my sister will always be here for you to talk to. Ok?"
Amolia nodded. Demeter smiled and observed at the grey and crème kitten for a long moment. The bath had uncovered many healing scars along her arms and legs. Demeter hated seeing such pain on one so young.
"You know, you and my daughter look about the same age." Said Demeter "I'm sure you two would get along just fine."
"Really?!" Amolia questioned now becoming excited.
Demeter now grinning, nodded again. "Come on let's get you dried off."
She pulled Amolia out of the tub and wrapped towel around her skinny frame. She lifted her up and carried her into the main room of the den where Jenny was cooking breakfast, and Bomba and Jelly were watching over the other kittens as they played. When Jemima saw her mother she came bounding over. Demeter smiled and put Amolia down and picked Jemima up.
"Good morning my sweet." She cooed and kissed her daughter's cheek.
She then put down Jemima and couched down to the kitten's level.
"Jemmie I want you to meet my good friend Amolia." Demeter said, placing her paw on Amolia's back. "Daddy and uncle Alonzo found her last night in the snow and I think you two could be good friends."
The two kittens smiled at each other before the other kittens came bounding over.
"What's your name?!" asked Jellyorum's daughter Etcetera, who was a tad too close.
"Yeah who are you?!" Questioned Pouncival, Jennyanydots' youngest son, who was lifting himself on top of Electra; Jellyorum's other daughter.
"Get off you pollicle" Electra growled, turning around and pawing at the brown and white tom kit.
Amolia shrunk back in fear and hugged the now standing Demeter's leg. She started whimpering and shaking uncontrollably.
"Hey Hey Hey." Bomba scolded pulling back a few of the kittens.
"Our new friend needs some space." Jelly added pulling back the rest. "Don't be frightened darling, they're just excited to see a new face around here."
Amolia nodded slightly and calmed down a bit.
"Breakfast!" chimed Jennyanydots.
All the kittens scampered over to table and sat at their usual seats. Bomba grabbed a chair from the and placed it between Jemima and Victoria, A pure white queen kitten, who like Amolia, was orphaned at a young age along with her older brother Quaxo; a black and white tuxedo tom kitten seated across from them.
Demeter helped Amolia on to the chair and then went to help serve the food. Once she was given her bowl, she ate it as quickly as she could. When she looked up from her food, all the kittens were staring at her. She started feeling scared and she began to shrink down into her chair.
"Why do you eat like that?" asked Victoria.
"Vicky Be nice" Bombalurina chided, ruffling the white queen kitten's head fur.
Just then the door opened and in came Munkustrap.
"Munky" squealed the kittens who attempted to leave their seats but were pulled back by the queens.
"Ah ah ah finish your food." Jellyorum said firmly.
All the kitten's began to scarf down their food just like Amolia had, causing the queens to chuckle.
"Good morning" Munk said "I just came to see my family..." He said kissing Demeter's lips and Jemima's head. "…and to see how our little trooper is doing." He said crouching next to Amolia's chair.
"Hey, remember me from last night?" He asked softly
Amolia studied him for a long moment and nodded. The silver tom smiled "Are you feeling better?"
Amolia nodded again. "Good, you're in great paws." He said motioning to queens.
He then stood up and ruffled Amolia's head fur before going over and standing next to Demeter.
Minutes later every kitten had finished their food, so they were allowed to get up and play about the den. Jemima, being the kindhearted kitten she was, invited Amolia to play with her. The adult cats all stood around watched the kittens play.
"So does she have name?" Munkustrap asked his mate quietly.
"Amolia" answered Demeter.
"pretty" he remarked. Demeter nodded.
"And her story?" he asked again.
Demeter looked at him with sad eyes.
"what?!" questioned cautiously.
"her and her mother were victims of Macvity." Demeter said in a hushed tone.
Munk's eyes widened.
"She ran away after her mother was killed. I guess she collapsed from the cold behind that dumpster last night."
Munk sighed with sorrow "damn shame." He mutterd
Demeter nodded again. They watched as Amolia gradually got more and more into the games that the other kittens taught her. Another broken soul in need of love in order to cope with the hardship that life had brought upon her.
A.N: I hope you guys like this so far. I honestly have no clue where I want to take this so some suggestions would be greatly appreciated.