hi there, you people of earh. i am sitting here at 10:55 on a school night uploading this because i am a lazy bum. there i said it. warning, some randomness for the fluff, but it isnt that bad. plus, LOOKING FOR ALL GRAMMAR NAZI'S! i have a friend that needs some grammar help. search authors and type/ copy and paste adriana427. she is the only one of her kind because her name is unique. well, read and review, and if you want to be in it just say so! i want to make sure that i dont leave people out of the loop because personally, i think that this story is awesome. thumbs up for IQ levels that are above the blade of grass!

The next day was the trials of three of the other cats, Marybeth, Missy, and Kaitlin. Kelsey was going to be last, hoping for the three days grace or something good to come her way. Meanwhile, Leigh-Ann was spending more and more time around the kitten josh, and had learned that there was a year difference between them. She was still a young kitten but more mature in the heart after going through what had happened with Macavity and the rest of the bad apples. In other words, he was become the most handsome cat in the history of the world.

Marybeth and Missy had walked out of the crate that the jellicles had found for them to stay in. while Marybeth was a brown tabby, Missy was a hairless cat who was abandoned by her owners when they had gotten a dog and realized that hairless cats were so ugly. She didn't think that she was ugly. She thought that she was unique.

"'Beth, I am really scared." Missy told Marybeth, using the nickname that she had given her a while ago.

"Don't be, if Lee-Lee can make it into the tribe then you and I can too. And if you don't get in and I do, or vice versa, the one in the tribe will forfeit and we can run off together again."

"But I don't want to make you miserable again, and we still have Kelsey, Kaitlin and Leigh-Ann to take care of and make sure that they feel safe too. We can't just abandon them."

"Well, we don't have to if you answer all the questions truthfully and willingly. I heard that they have a number of magical cats that can detect when you are lying, and can read your mind. So don't be putting your love life or anything up there." Marybeth joked. She was always a happy-go-lucky kind of cat that didn't like to be dragged down by fear. Being afraid meant showing a weakness, and though she was partially a bad %$#, she had some things that she was afraid of. Like squirrels.

Sure, Marybeth was a happy cat, but Missy was a worry-rat. She couldn't sleep at night if she didn't know where everyone was, if she couldn't reach her paw out to touch them then they weren't there and she would start to panic. Maybe that was a good trait to have when you are a close knit group of cats that care about each other, but that wasn't always good for Marybeth's sleeping patterns. They stayed up all night long to calm Missy down.

With a sigh, Missy replied before lying down on the grass to stretch so that she could be a little more relaxed, "I just want to get in so that I don't have to run anymore." Marybeth agreed to that revelation.

The trial was rather fast, because they had the magic cats sitting around the leader, Old Deuteronomy, and they whispered things to each other and the leader. Sometimes a cat from the crowd that was tabby printed like Marybeth, but in orange, would let it be known that whispering was rude, and Missy was grateful for that. When she was a kit her parents whispered all the time before leaving the family that had adopted her. Then she was left alone, hairless and cold in the nights that they had locked her outside.

"Are you sure about joining? If you leave and then come back you won't be accepted again."

"Yes, I am serious, as long as the rest of my friends get in."

"Alas, my dear Missy, we cannot do that without questioning them to see if they are worthy." That strange creep by the name of Old Deuteronomy said again, for the sixteenth time in those ten minutes.

"Worthy my rear." She then said, in an attitude unlike her normal. Those years with Macavity really had toughened her to some extent. The audience just looked around.

"Well, Munkustrap, what do you think?" he then asked to the cat that was not magical, but his son and heir to the position of leader.

"I think that she is worthy, and that she is safe. Looks like to me another kitten supervisor for Jenny to have."

Missy didn't want to be a kitten supervisor, not after how she was treated in Macavity's lair. She had been tortured with having the new kittens torn from her womb, and she had to take care of the living ones that were produced. Some of them died in a few days' time, and he always lashed out on her. The most prominent skill of hers was how she was willing to fight and keep others safe; didn't the tribe need someone like that? A protector.

"Uh, excuse me. I don't want to be a kitten supervisor, but a protector. I want to do some good after being a worthless bum in Macavity's lair." This was accepted by Munkustrap who just nodded and the n declared her to be in the tribe. Afterwards, in the few minute breaks, he was taking her to see her new home, and told her about the protector job.

"Well, after I become leader of the tribe we will need another protector to add on, because then I can only take so many shifts, and with the chance of Demeter being pregnant…oh yes! The job was what I was going to talk about. Well, we will accept you; just you need to go see Jenny anyways because we need to make sure that you don't have any health defects. Sound good?" Missy nodded. Life was almost good in her books.

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After the questioning of Missy, Marybeth was next. Being a specially loving cat and always happy, they should accept her, but if they didn't then she would just run off with Missy. Simple as that. As she was being escorted to the tire to be tried, the cat guiding her was a bright orange cat, whose name was Admentus as she had learned later. Maybe he would help her. The audience at the tire was really quite small, and so she thought she had this one in the bag.

"So, you are the founder of the Bad Apples?"

"Yeah."

"Do you still have any connections to Macavity?"

"No, I didn't like him to begin with."

"What are your greatest strengths?"

"Well, I can protect, love, care, be optimistic in a positive way, clean, mend, and I guess I am pretty good at singing."

"Can you give us a sample of that singing?" asked a cat in the corner, one that was rather old looking and scraggly, not like the big one that was giving her all the normal questions. Marybeth didn't know what to sing.

"Anything you can do I can do better." Another cat in the crowd, a male one, joined in. Marybeth thought his name was Tumble.

"Ha! I can do anything better then you."

"No you can't,"

"Yes I can"

"No you can't."

"Yes I can." And they finished the rest of the song, and she had held the note for the exact length. There was a round of applause from the audience. The silver tabby that Leigh-Ann and Missy had told her about declared that she was a part of the tribe. Success. At least her optimism had paid off and she would be splitting a house with Missy.

(The song that Marybeth sings is 'anything you can do I can do better' from Annie Get Your Gun)

Somewhere off in the woods Kaitlin was, perched on a tree. Trees had been her friend from the very beginning, when she was a stray kitten alone in the streets of a small little hick town in England. Macavity had stationed some Hench cats there and they had caught her after she had attacked one of them. But hiding the woods for refuge was always one of her favourite things to do, even if she had no reason to hide. Then maybe it wasn't hiding in the woods for refuge, just hiding in the woods.

"Kaitlin!" someone yelled out, into the forest. Probably one of the cats that were going to be part of the trial today. To be honest she was nervous. So nervous. She didn't really have anything dangerous to her past life, and was perfectly normal except for the traumatic damage to her brain while in that hole called Macavity's lair. There were times that she just wished that she could go back to the hick town and be the stray cat again. To be accepted for being a bottom feeder.

"coming." She yelled as she landed firmly on the ground with all four paws. Every time she worked on perfecting her landing. Running to where the voice had sounded she saw a white, curly cat and quickly learned her name was Adriana, but most people called her Nana.

"Nana is the trial hard?" she asked.

"Would you like me to lie or to tell the truth?"

"Truth would be nice you know."

"Well, it is rather easy, but that is just because all the cats there are weak. Personally, I think that they should try living in New York and then they can be all weak and see how that works out for them." This statement surprised Kaitlin.

"So you aren't from around here?"

"Gosh no, why would I be? My mom had one of her kittens here and then left for NY and then had me. They accepted me no problem, because I had nothing to hide. As long as you don't have too many skeletons in the closet then you are most definitely okay." Kaitlin gave a sigh of relief and walked to the tire. After ten minutes, she was declared into the tribe and was escorted to her new home.

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Leigh-Ann and Josh were becoming really great friends, but you could tell that it was the first time that they might have had feeling for someone else, so they were showing for everyone to see except each other. One night, John and their parents had to go somewhere for something important, and to Tugger had come to babysit him and brought up that subject.

"So you and that Leigh-Ann are really kicking it off, aren't you?" the flirtatious cat said, sliding his hands along his belt.

"I don't even know if she likes me or not. If she does, then great, but if she doesn't then I might make a fool of myself. Besides, I'm not that old yet."

"Did you know, my little not-relative, that when I was your age I had dated at least ten queens, and now I am happily in love with one of them. You know Bombalurina, don't you?" Josh nodded his head.

"But I still hear you two having small wars of words and stuff and you still flirt like that Jacob Black dude from that chick flick." The only way that Josh knew that was because he spent lots of time with his mom, because John was always with his dad.

"Mark my words, little one, that when the day comes and you get to be mated, you will mate with the cat named Leigh-Ann and you will be as happy as two peas in a pod."

Tugger was probably right, like every other time, just on the subject that he was only pretty good at. Josh wondered if Leigh-Ann would even date someone like him; never less have feelings for a tom. She was a princess still, almost a queen, and what wouldn't he give to be her knight in shining armour dancing along to some random song while she sang. That was at least what he had gained perspective of when Tugger and Bombalurina spent time together, as well as his parents. Hopefully his life would turn out miserable.