This is another shorter chapter but do enjoy all the same ^_^ Thank you to catsforever for your review. I'll be updating again tomorrow night so stay tuned!

The next day a scream from Jennyanydots and Skimbleshanks's den awoke the entire Junkyard. Deuteronomy, while aged didn't have the title Old yet, came rushing into the den with his young Jellicle Protector to-be son Munkustrap at his heels. He found a teenaged ginger queen sitting up on one of the cushions, Jenny was holding a young tom kit in her arms and Skimble was trying to calm to the queen down.

"It's alright lass. You're safe. No one here is going to hurt you!" He looked at her kindly.

Suddenly Deuteronomy cleared his throat. "What is going on here you two? Who are they?" He asked, his tone was gentle and curious. For some reason that she didn't understand Marisella latched onto the bushy, brown grey tom. She gasped and leapt forward, wrapping her arms around his wide middle as best she could, Munkustrap watched curiously from the door way to the den. Her eyes were wide in fright, her hackles up, and her body shaking. Deuteronomy made a gesture to Skimble to stay down and that the Jellicle leader had it under control.

"What is your name young one?" He asked the queen in his arms.

She looked up at him, "Marisella. And dat's me little brother Macavity." As if saying his name she seemed to remember him, she looked at him, "You ok?"

He nodded and nuzzled against Jenny.

She looked back at Deuteronomy and then stepped back and sat down on the cushion and let out a heavy sigh of relief. She ran her black paws through her head fur and looked at all the older cats around her. "So I'm guessing you all want our story."

Deuteronomy nodded with a lopsided grin, "That would be helpful. First though, how old are you?"

"I'm thirteen. Macavity just turned five." She said nodding at her brother.

Deuteronomy nodded to Skimble and the orange tabby went about making breakfast for the small group. The Jellicle leader continued, "What happened to you two?"

"Our parents left us." She looked right back into his grey-blue eyes, her yellow ones had a certain unnerving effect, "One day they're home. The next they say they're going on a normal hunting trip and they never come back. That was six months ago." She looked at the ground and then curled up against the soft cushion. "As soon as we eat we'll be out of your fur."

Jenny set Macavity down at the table, his little hind paws dangled over the edge of the chair that was too large for him, "But why ever would you leave? We want you to stay and take care of you dear," she explained gently.

Marisella blinked as if trying to comprehend what she was saying, "You mean. . .like we get to stay?"

Skimble nodded from his place in the kitchen, "Of course. You can decide whether or not you want your own den or stay with one of us older cats. You can call this place home dear."

Marisella looked back at her brother and narrowed her eyes. She turned her gaze back at Deuteronomy, "And what exactly is my new home called?"

He smiled, "The Jellicle Junkyard. In a few months we will hold an event called the Jellicle Ball, there you can become an official Jellicle if you wish."

Marisella thought it over, living here meant she could dump Macavity with anyone she wanted. Then again she wouldn't want him crying all the time from missing her too much. But she could have her own den in a few years, practice her own magic, find a tom, settle down young. Maybe it was a good idea, "I'd love to." She was surprised at how easy she was able to trust these Jellicles.

Deuteronomy held out his paw and Marisella shook it, "Welcome to the Junkyard Marisella." He smiled.

He had no idea what kind of trouble Marisella would come to cause.