A/N: Sorry I'm taking so long to update… I've been extremely busy with school, Play Production, the whole lot. Speaking of, I'm performing the song Memory with a friend from class as a duet at our State Drama Contest. Wish us luck! Anyway, here's another viewpoint.
Viewpoint: [It's a secret :D]
The Jellicle Ball was going wonderfully. All the cats were singing and having fun dancing. I couldn't help but feel bad for what was going to happen. They weren't bad cats, really. But, what the boss man says goes. He told me once, why he hated them so. I remember it like it was yesterday…
"Sir, why are we planning an attack on this tribe? We've never had problems with them before…" I asked, curiously.
"Because, my assistant, I have a personal vendetta against the whole lot of them, save a select few," he replied.
"And why's that?" I asked. I was curious, as most would have been.
"I used to be a part of that tribe. The Jellicles, they're called. I joined when I was a young kit, because my parents were killed by Siamese pirates. Their leader took me in and raised me like I was his own. The other kits in the tribe, however, were not so receptive. One in particular, a tom named Skimbleshanks, was the worst. Every day, he would push me around. I was much smaller than he, and I didn't have powers yet. He called me names, beat me regularly, and even went so far as to repeatedly tell me my parents got themselves killed to get away from me, or that they abandoned me and are laughing about it somewhere far away. It absolutely killed me inside. The adult cats weren't a whole lot better. None of them abused me, but I could see the looks in their eyes when I walked by. I knew they didn't trust me, or want me in their tribe. They hardly knew me, and yet they hated me. I felt like an outsider in the only home I had. One day, I broke. I ran away and vowed to return and take my vengeance for all the pain they caused me. That time has come, my young ward. And you are my secret weapon," he said. That story absolutely floored me.
"I'll do anything you say, sir," I said, in my most official tone. Macavity laughed.
We didn't exactly have the most professional of work relationships. Throughout the time I've worked for him, we'd become quite close. We were friends. Oh, right, plan! I looked around the Junkyard, and suddenly heard my cue. A large crash was heard, and Macavity started laughing. Go! I raced toward the back gate of the Junkyard, whilst everyone was distracted, and quietly opened the gate for the henchcats. My subordinates snuck in, and I slunk back to the Clearing. No one noticed my absence, it seemed. I took my position, waiting for the henchcats to do their part. They seized Old Deuteronomy, just as planned, and they were gone. Bombalurina and Demeter began to sing, about Macavity. I wondered how they even knew him. Toward the end of the song, I donned my costume and prepared for the next step in the plan. When I saw the signal, I jumped into view, laughing like Macavity. As the plan continued, the henchcats brought back Old Deuteronomy, which was really Macavity in disguise. I smiled. Things were going correctly. I jumped out of sight and shrugged out of the disguise. Once I was myself again, I sauntered back to where all of the other cats were. What we hadn't planned on, however, was Demeter's intervention. She jumped on Macavity's back, and he tried to throw her off. His success came with failure, however, because his disguise fell off as well. Bast! What do I do now?! I decided to use what little acting skills I had to blend in with the Jellicles. I watched the fight begin, secretly rooting for Mac. Each punch, kick, and scratch thrown made me cringe. Finally, my ginger boss managed to throw Munkustrap to the ground in defeat. Quite a few queens rushed to his aid. Alonzo jumped in, ready to take on the Hidden Paw. Sadly, he wasn't much of a challenge for Mac. When Alonzo was thrown, the whole tribe stepped into the brawl and Macavity leaped out in defeat. He mouthed something to Demeter, and looked me in the eye. "Till next we meet, Exotica," he said, telepathically. "I look forward to it, sir," I said back.
"We have to find Old Deuteronomy…" the tribe sang. Time for a new plan, I guess.
A/N: So, that didn't really come out the way I'd planned, but you get the idea. For clarification, Exotica is technically not a traitor, because she worked for Macavity before she joined the Jellicles. Nonetheless, she works for the Napoleon of Crime, and she loves it. Anyway, sorry the chapter was so short. The next [and final] chapter will likely be much longer. It's going to be in Macavity's point of view, because his is the most important. So, until we meet again… :D