though it took me a while to write this because i am a little behind in school and will ahve to study, and i am harnessing hte powers of ADD and stupidity. the blackmail is out and it works just fine for my life. so, no one knows what ccm means, and if you can guess the three muscials hinted at in this chapter are, i will give you a batch of virtual cookies, i swear. how awesome is that? three musicals, people, only three...

When we had left off, Munkustrap and Demeter were talking about the coming Jellicle ball, the greatest event to happen every few weeks to the lucky jellicle tribe. To make matters even better, there was an abundance of people mating that year, and Munk was flying up to become the leader. He and Demeter were making the most of this free time to themselves. Though that is where the chapter starts, it comes in the perspective of a different couple.

Adriana and Devon had been dating, or just in a rather serious relationship, for a while now and it just wasn't working out well for either of them, Devon was just too new to want to commit to something big, and Adriana wasn't liking the lack of caring and how they had interacted was just strange. One moment, they would be fighting and the next being rather politically incorrect, because they just were. There was a time when their minds weren't filled to the brim with random bits and pieces and they had many IQ points, but now they lack.

As I was saying, these two cats were in Devon's den, snuggling together, and though neither of the two really knew that their relationship was going to die very soon, some of the queens in the junkyard had taken bets that it would end, and who would be in tears.

"Devon, I have something to tell you." Adriana was feeling a new feeling that she didn't recognize, but thought that it was fear.

"Speak now or forever hold your peace."

"I think it's time that we broke up. Things just aren't working out right, and we aren't as committed to each other as we should be, and I guess that we just aren't made for each other. So, I am going to get all my stuff and leave, okay?" Nana wasn't near tears, but Devon was fighting to keep them in his head until she left. He didn't say anything, because if he said anything then he would just cause problems. He saw this in the future, knowing that she was someone out of his league and someone with more love and compassion that he could ever have.

"Just so you know, Nana, I hope that you will know that I miss you." Devon said, before breaking down in tears knowing that she wouldn't come back.

That was probably the worst thing that had happened that night, but this might have been the best besides the whole Munkustrap and Demeter thing. Tugger and Bomba were going to spend the night together, in the same den, and try not to get mad or agitated and walk out, pegging Demeter with Bombalurina duty.

Bombalurina was lying on her side, asleep but not too asleep because Tugger was up to his normal tricks. His tail would wind around her leg, he would pull her in close to him and then they would just kind of get lost, but Bomba wanted to be awake for the Jellicle ball planning meeting that was going to be tomorrow. Hopefully, she would be able to put both paws in the planning, and no one, especially her mate, was going to stop her.

While she was mentally stating what she was going to do and what she wasn't going to do, her loved mate decided that wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her against his muscular frame was going to help her sanity.

"Tugger! In case you have not woken up enough to notice, I am attempting to sleep." She complained, before turning and burying her face in his mane, which smelled faintly of catnip. This wasn't very surprising to her, as his owners had no brains to their names and gave him catnip. How she would love to meet them and give them the well-deserved kick or two.

"Darling, please? You know you can't deny it."

"Really, Tugger? If you keep bugging me while I attempt to sleep I will drag you into planning the jellicle ball." This threat shut him up, but his hands remained where they were. She didn't seem to care though; at least she was getting some sleep. His paws slowly started to move up and down, and eventually she broke down and gave him kisses.

"I. Strongly. Dislike. You." She moaned in pleasure in between kisses. Of all things, she thought about taking one for the team and mating with Tugger. Turns out she got more than she had bargained for. Instead of taking one for the team, she had taken a few hundred.

(Hello, my name is Line Break. This is my home.)

That morning, Devon high tailed it out of there, crudely leaving a note tacked up on the wall in his makeshift den. He wouldn't stay there because he was happy, but then he wasn't happy at the same time and just knew that sticking around there wouldn't help his moping about. Going down the main street to the club that liked mousers, he was joined by a spunky, young cat. This cat was a tom, and his name was Joseph, complete with a very colourful coat of colors. His owners had dyed him, and then left him all alone because they thought that he would kill them all in their sleep.

"Hi, I'm Joseph, though most cats call me rainbow. What's you name?"

"Devon, that's my name. Listen, Joseph, I know somewhere that you will be safe at. Go to the Jellicle Junkyard, you do know where that is right?" Joseph nodded. He knew where the junkyard was. In fact, he had always wanted to go there. "Well, I know that you don't know me, but you have lots of potential and I want you to go there and become the best cat out there." Joseph, being young and naïve, listened and went to the junkyard.

So, young and naïve Joseph went to the junkyard, all of his physical being all electric and fuzzy, filled with adrenaline and happiness. He had always wanted to come here. It was like going to the emerald city for him, and he was jazzed. He was defying gravity, experiencing a feeling he had never heard of. He just was so happy.

Standing at the supposed entryway, Joseph sat and licked at his paws until someone noticed him and raised an alarm. Soon a big, strong cat that everyone called Munkustrap came and asked some of the usual questions that he had heard on the streets when he was a stray. Deciding to be nice, Joseph gave Munkustrap a short autobiography of his life.

"My name is Joseph, and my past owners had dyed me many different colors of the rainbow as a treat to the church, but they then fled the country because of a rapid case of CCM and now I am here, with the nickname rainbow, and if you are wondering, I have no association with any other cats."

"That's great kid, but we still have to question you." Said a big, fluffy cat that seemed to appear out of nowhere. He had a red queen off talking to a golden and black one, and though they looked different, Joseph suspected that the two queens were sisters. How right he had been.

"Tugger, don't go scaring this young one. Lots of great potential, so he can come and be in the tribe as a protector, as we seem to be getting more and more of those. Joseph, you can come with me and sit in on our Jellicle ball planning, and then we can interview you to make sure that you are not evil or cruel." So Joseph sat in on the meeting, and just shortly after, was pronounced part of the tribe. At least he wasn't the strangest cat in the tribe, as there was a purple one, the big and fluffy one, one that sparkles and finally there was rumoured to be a ton of magical cats. How exciting for Joseph. It was hard for him to imagine that this was really happening to him. The rest of the day was rather unexciting, and he had been put in Devon's old den, Joseph knew that something good was going to happen. Life was going to be great.

But the strangest feeling in Joseph's stomach was the one that made him feel like his life was becoming a musical, and a mix of many. Sooner or later, there was going to be a green cat, and a cat wearing a mask. And then his life will be complete.