this might not make perfect sense but i will dwell on the other cats more and more for their questioning and stuff. it is just how i roll. maybe. happy born this way. i hop you are listening to it right now and being happy because i am listening to youtube and britney spears, and now i am just heart broken because it is almost midnight here and btw was just released. so, here you go. read and review, and if you want to be a cat in this epicness, remember just to leave a review and let me be creative. or you could be specific if you want to. i know that you do...want to take part in this epic stuff. so as long as you read and review/sign up for this epicness...i love you and will give you virtual bacon cheesecake. kudos!

During the time of great happiness there was a group of queens that travelled on the outside of London in the wilderness. Sometimes they would come across some pollicles or toms, and after making it known that they were the most bad apple, those unlucky animals had a healthy strike of fear set into their hearts. Sure, some of them didn't get along as well as they should, but when you are in a group of mere convenience then you can't hate each other. That and they had become really close knit, and acted like a band of sisters rather than a band of strangers.

The group had a partially official name, well one that they just referred themselves as; the bad apples. (Please substitute apples for the word that also means donkey, ends with two's') and they lived up to that. It started when two cats, Missy and Marybeth, were released into the wilds of England and rode the rails, striking fear into the humans as well as other animals. Sure they used to be the most pampered cats in the book, but when you are evicted and left out in the wild you learn how to do some things, and how to plot to your strongest advantage.

When they got to London, they unfortunately crossed paths with Macavity's Hench cats. He had gained a strong appeal for the two friends, but they were still treated as prisoners, and were mistaken for these cats called jellicles. No matter how many times they yelled and screamed the Hench cats that had less IQ points then a blade of grass, would still not listen and let the fact settle into their thick skulls.

After many, many months in the prison, being treated unfairly, and having some horrible things happen to them, Missy and Marybeth had finally been broken out. These jellicle cat characters let them out in the mad dash for a cat called Demeter. The one that had the most seriousness while interrogating them was a silver tabby, and though he was beautiful, they just didn't think that he was their type. That and that this Demeter was his possible mate.

Meanwhile, there was a lone cat that was caught in the turmoil of the warehouse. Kelsey was also the most unfortunate of them all, being severely injured. Marybeth had found her cowered and slowly bleeding to death in the crook of a tree in one of the suburb parks. Once missy had come, they started to mend her wounds using the techniques that they had learned, and the third member had joined the bad apples.

Even after the event of the break out, they met another cat, one by the name of Leigh-Ann had come into the informal tribe after being found with a kit. This kit wasn't hers, but she had gained possession of it when her owner had been killed in a shooting. Why she decided to get this kitten before her death, Leigh-Ann didn't know. Sometimes people are crazy, but they didn't need to be al the time. That is why they had cats like the bad apples.

As the small kitten grew older, they named it Kaitlin, so that they all had a respectable name to strike the fear into their opponent's hearts. Every night they got onto the train to see where they would wake up in the morning, all cuddled together. Growing old together was a dream of theirs, and most of the time, if you stayed up late enough and were very quiet, you would hear them exclaim as loud as they possible could; "Toms? Who needs them! Not when you could be someone partially insane with a better chance of life without being told what to do or abused! H$# yeah…' and then they would start to randomly talk about stupid s tuff.

Then one morning they woke up right by a junkyard filled to the brim with cats. Well, it looked filled to the brim, while there were only a few cats outside. Sure, they sent out Missy and Kelsey out to scout the junkyard, and then when they came back with good news of safety and accepting people. This made them happy, and unsure of were their lives might be led. Five more cats to the jellicle tribe, five more lives to be lead, and five more queens for the toms to torment and tease until the give in.

"Come one you slow poke…we have some more cats to meet." Kaitlin said loudly as she grabbed at Marybeth's tail.

"I'm coming, just let me grab the scarf." The scarf was a scrap of fabric that was faded and torn, but it used to be beautiful, because when Marybeth was evicted, the ribbon was tied onto her neck. Sure the pink fabric had lost its lustre, and it was something worthy of a rag, but it had meaning.

Leigh-Ann was already halfway to the junkyard, paying more attention to the flowers and trees than the actual path. She could have gotten there in twenty seconds if she wanted to, but didn't. Nature was beautiful. In the gateway there was a smaller cat, just a little stranger than the rest, standing next to a larger cat who must have been his father.

"Hello, there!" the little cat said.

"hi." She had replied. The bigger cat started to talk, as the small one just ran back into the junkyard due to whatever message was whispered into the little ones ear.

"Oh, I guess I should introduce my son and I. that was John, and I am his dad Mistoffelees. I would think that you are one of the five cats we are expecting." Leigh-Ann loved how he said dad with a new sort of pride, as if he had just had his child.

"Yeah."

"Dad, uncle Munkus says that she can come in." then, John ran back into the junkyard and Leigh-Ann just casually followed Mistoffelees as he walked into the junkyard. Today could only get more interesting.

(We r who we r would be a really good song to listen to about now)

"Why did you come here?" asked this one cat that really looked funny, but he was old and scraggly. Some of the members of this counsel called him Gus, but he didn't really look like a Gus.

"Like I said, I was on the train last night with my other adopted sisters and we pulled into here and saw some of your cats and thought that it might be time to settle down somewhere in which we aren't scaring half the country to death."

"I think that it is time for the verdict old Deuteronomy." Said the silver tabby that had partially rescued her from that ware house that Macavity inhabited. Old Deuteronomy started to talk with all the wisdom that he had.

'I think that we can let this cat here stay with our group, but if she wants to is up to her. We don't take too kindly to people who leave and then come back unsuccessful. Of course, we still have the rest of her group to try, and I suggest that if we want to get the most out of this, then we should get to work. Leigh-Ann, I have a home for you. If you would follow Jemima to your new home. If your friends pass the questioning, then they can stay with you because I noticed that you are like sisters. That is all." And Leigh-Ann left happily, hoping that her new family would accept her.