Circa a year ago, I started this. Now I give you. . .the Epilogue! Enjoy. . .

Two years passed and all that the Twins had seen had come true. Young Mistofelees hadn't spoken yet at two years old but he was able to telepathically communicate with his mother and the Twins had been able to read his mind and see what he was doing. That was how Callestia found out that she had a magical connection with her son. Macavity hadn't found out and up until then he hadn't pressed his mate to have another litter. By then, though, Callestia had refined her skill and was able to talk to Tantomile and Coricopat. Among the three of them they had figured out that Callestia could expand her mental abilities only slightly by sending signals to her body that she wasn't allowed to reproduce.

So far it had worked; The Hidden Paw and his mate hadn't been able to have another litter after their failed first. Callestia said her body must have been damaged after the rough first litter. To her horror that didn't stop Macavity; he took to raping other queens, telling his mate that he wanted an heir and he would get one.

Mungojerrie had decided to remain at the warehouse to act as messenger between Callestia and the rest of the tribe. He would run back every now and then and relay the message. He, and secretly Rumpleteazer, easily slipped through the warehouse unnoticed with the aid of Mungojerrie's mother, the unseen guide in the dark. (But that's another story)

Old Deuteronomy had a second son with his mate Rosie after Admetus. A white and rust patched tom kit they named Plato.

The Twins' vision about Griddlebone had also come true. On a rainy day the Persian queen arrived at the Yard soaking wet and carrying a pure white queen kit. She went straight to Jelly and begged her to take her daughter.

"Please Jellyorum! Please!" she said, she didn't have to though. Jelly wasn't about to let a little kitten suffer. "I can't keep her." She looked down tenderly at her queen kit, "I want to, but it's not safe. I can't let Macavity have her."

"I'll keep her safe Griddlebone. Do you want me to tell her who you are when she's old enough?" The ageing queen asked the younger one.

At that Griddlebone burst into haughty laughter, "Well absolutely! I want her and every other Jellicle to know just where she got her good looks from." She gave a wink to Jelly's oldest son, Muggerstone, and her youngest son Alonzo.

Jellyorum held the kitten close to her and scowled at the young mother. "What's her name dear?" she asked irritably.

Griddlebone looked down at her kitten fondly, "Victoria." As a rare sign of tenderness the Persian queen ran her fingers through the kitten's head fur. "Please send the calico's to me when she starts opening her eyes." Her voice was low. "I want her to see me before I have to stay away."

Jellyorum nodded and then turned to fix the kitten some milk, leaving the young mother to show herself out. Griddlebone stepped out into the night and left the Yard, a pair of brown eyes watched from a den far away.

Tantomile picked up the young tux tom from where he sat by a window in their den and carried him out with her brother by her side. From the way they walked and showed affection to the kit, you would never have guessed that his father tortured them many years ago. They went to Jennyanydot's den and gave the kit over so that they could meditate in peace that night, a favor the Gumbie cat did happily, taking the young tux and holding him.

She looked into his eyes and saw a soft glow come from his paws. She grinned and snuggled the kit making him laugh. For the first time in many years, for a moment in time she felt that life was perfect.

Thank you to everyone who read a reviewed! This is the secoond full length fiction I finished, so happy! The next CATS story will come soon ;)