i will be willing to accept you into the jellicle tribe that i am writing of (the only one i guess) as long as you leave a review, stating what you would like to be called. if you dont, i will use your reviewer name. just leave a review. so, this is about one of my friends, and i think that i was creative. surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days, all the days of my life.

The first cat to join the tribe was a shaggy, white and grey American Curl, one by the name of Adriana, though most of the time her family called her Nana. Once, her family was part of the tribe, but then her mom moved out after having a kitten there. So, Nana didn't really know anything of her past when she became an older and more responsible kitten. But with that being said she also was very intelligent and responsible when she was young, with very busy parents always hauling her all over the place.

Some would have said her mom was Grizabella, and in that they were correct. When she was young, her older sister was born at the junkyard. Being born in New York meant that she wasn't likely to find the jellicle junkyard. But it happened that she had met some cats that had crossed paths with Grizabella when she was still young. Now these cats were very old and shaggy, with torn coats and you could tell that they had been on the streets of New York for a very long time.

The story was that when Grizabella was young, she had met a nice tom and they eloped and produced the first kitten and it was miraculously white and had been rather small. When the tom died, Grizabella was heartbroken and so she searched for a new life and fame overseas, in the United States of America. After meeting some very unwelcoming friends in this big city she became a common mouser for some of the great restaurants and movie theaters. This did not give her any fame or anything good.

Nana was born in the roughest conditions and then, after a few days of life, was put on a pile of newspapers in front of a store and left there to die, but thanks to a kind little girl and her mom, they had rescued her and nursed Nana back to health and kept great care of her. After a few years, they had moved and left Nana alone, so she decided to go on the quest of her life, to find the jellicle junkyard outside of London.

One foggy day when the last ship was taking a load over to London, Nana snuck on and caught mice and kept herself entertained and caught the entire time. By the time she arrived, Jennyanydots would have had a fit at the health and wellbeing of this cat. It only took a few days to arrive at London, and then to find the exact junkyard. The only downside to her journey other than the wretched boat was that she had arrived during the night.

She took a few steps into the gateway of the junkyard and heard a small scuttle. "Hello?" Nana then called cautiously, not sure if the cats there were friendly. Instead a silver tabby cat walked to over to greet her.

"Hello, I'm Munkustrap. Well?"

"Umm… I'm Nana, and my mom used to live here. Do you think that if I gave you her name that I could stay the night, I mean, I travelled all the way from the States-"Munkustrap looked at her a little strangely, as if to say what the parents name was. "Grizabella."

The tom's reaction was rather strange, after he jumped and yelled out a few random names, he then paid attention to Nana. You could see the gears grinding in his head.

"Munkustrap, you know that we just got all the kittens back to bed- oh, hello there." Said a very sleepy looking orange tabby cat that was suddenly cheerful and escorting her into the junkyard, only to sit her down on a stack of books and tell her to become comfortable. As Nana sat, she took in the junkyard, and noticed that though it looked lifeless, there was a lot of life going on in the junkyard. Firstly, there was a small tuxedo and a smaller pure white queen both dancing in a corner, but one sparkled. Then there was a cat sitting up above them watching intently with a large mane and a sparkly belt.

"Who did you say was your mom again, dear?" the strange tabby asked again.

"Grizabella." Hearing that name for sure this time, that tabby yelled for a cat named Victoria. Along came the small white cat that, as Nana had just noticed, was plump with some kittens. The black tuxedo followed.

"Yeah, Jenny?" she said, all happy and cheerful as the tux started to lick his paws.

"Your mom was Grizabella, right?"

"Yeah, she was indeed. Though I am not as proud of it as I should be, she is my mom."

"I think that I found your long lost little sister my darling. And in perfect timing I would think. Victoria, this is Nana." And then Jenny gestured to Nana as she sat there and noticed that the tux was the cat sparkling.

"Hey, Victoria. So you are my long lost sister I never knew I had until now. Cool."

"My exact thoughts. So I guess I should be formal, or Jenny will have my tail. The sparkly cat over there, he is my mate Quaxo, and sometimes Mistoffelees. Most of the time though, he's Mistoffelees. And for the record, that big cat over there", Victoria then gestured to the one with the sparkly belt, "is The Rum Tum Tugger, and if you want to stay all normal, don't fall for him." Just then, that Tugger cat heard his name and walked over. Mistoffelees followed close behind, shaking his head in what looked like disappointment.

"I heard my name, and may I ask who this darling cat here is?" he asked, while shaking his hips.

"Who, me? Well, I am Nana and personally I think that cutting down on the hip wiggling will help prevent arthritis when you get old." Nana said rather smugly. If he was going to be an egotistical smart apple, then she would be too.

"Hear that Misto? She thinks that I will get old." That Tugger fool was making Nana upset. She decided to ignore him. Victoria sighed softly.

"Go away Tugger, don't you have Bombalurina to go and bug? I am most sure that she is lonely. Go!" Mistoffelees was still standing behind him. Then he spoke, and to be honest, the voice was so amazing it sent shivers down Nana's back.

"I guess that we should let her bunk with us in the pipe until tomorrow when we can look for a suitable home. "

"Sounds good, my dear. Let's go!" and off Nana went to be accepted into the junkyard.