so i think that you have figured out that i am getting this very commong thing called being awesomely slow at updating, and sometimes like just now i wonder how many of you are really reading this story? for the record, i am pulling this out a little and if you liked a cat that i had already put in here and want more of let me know...i think that i might remember some of them. so to help with this chapter, i like fluff and i wrote one last night and so the stuff was stranger to write. and then i felt like i was writing too much fluff so i had to put in maccy. maccy is pronounced MACK-EE and if you need to know, she is one of my friends from camp who has a knife. so do i though, and she also is really good at cracking a coconut. (tent pegs much?) so before i get yelled at for being up and updating at 12:03 in the morning on a sunday, g'night. REVIEW PLEASE?
Eventually Mathew, Mathias, Jacob, and Alana grew up into young cats, but not yet there. According to the records, the four siblings were still kittens but soon to become the young toms and queen that they were destined to be.
Youngest of the four, Mathew was growing up weaker than the rest, because of the younger and other things factoring into his life. During the CCM scare, he had contracted a cold and was sent to Jenny's so that he could get better, and he was still recovering from the chills and such. His build was smaller, and lighter than the others, maybe because he was Demeter's little look alike.
Mathias was the one that almost always was found sitting alone pondering the meaning of life, or was it his secret jellicle name for the ceremony? No one knew, but he liked to be on top of everything and have it done really fast. This was the quiet cat of the family, the one that just didn't like getting into as much trouble.
As you might have guessed, Jacob and Alana caused a fair amount of trouble, though Jacob caused most of it. From hanging around the single toms that were notorious for being all over the place causing trouble. Often times, it was often done with the lovely company of the bad apples, and sometimes even Josh. John still hadn't come out of his room.
Being the oldest, and being possibly the strongest, and hopefully the most beautiful protector there was ever going to be was an honour to Alana, who looked at things the same way her dad did, and spent lots of time with him just to keep herself in the loop. Growing up in his big footprints wasn't an easy task, and that she was willing to admit, but doing what he did was fun. As a plus, she spent more time with her dad then her brothers did.
But when he was planning the jellicle ball and securing down the junkyard during a Macavity sighting wasn't something that he let Alana do yet. She was to stay at home and watch her mom and brothers. Any blood that was going to be shed was going to be because of Munkustrap, not Alana. That and he didn't want Alana's blood being shed for no reason but to hurt him so cruelly.
When Munkustrap was home, most of the time he was helping around the house and getting in trouble for not sleeping like he was supposed to be. Now that the kittens were old enough to have sleep overs, they had one almost every time that their dad came home. Munkustrap and Demeter spent many nights just cuddling and saying 'I love you' to fill the silence of the night.
There were a few nights when they would go out, and sometimes end up half drunk at home being idiots and knowing that Tugger was just as well off as they were, and loaded up with catnip. Bombalurina had to stay reasonably untainted so that she could babysit her mate, but taking that responsibility deprived her of the fun.
One night though, after all the kittens were shipped off to their respectable places for the night, Demeter was tidying up the kitchen and had found a book full of pictures of when she and Munkustrap had dated for a short while, and Tugger was running through queens like socks. Bombalurina was his current pair of socks though, so the pictures were very close to current life.
"Munkustrap, come over here and see what I found!" Munk ran over rather fast, hoping that it wasn't a love note from the previous owners of the den they had moved into.
"What is it?"
"I was putting away stuff that just had to be put away, and I came upon this photo album of pictures when we were kittens or young cats as they call our little ones. Tugger is even in them." Demeter passed the book to his open hands, and then leaned on him so that she could see the pictures with him.
The first picture was, of course, on the first page and had all four of them sitting happily at a bar counter, Tugger and Bomba sharing a brightly coloured drink and goofy grins on their faces, while Munk and were drinking some of the normal alcohol. Thankfully, it wasn't colourful and dangerous looking. Turning the pages, the remembered some of the stupider things that they had done.
"I remember when we had taken that trip downtown to London and to see if we could find any other cats, and the one we did were the special Tugger cats." Munkustrap recalled. Demeter was missing for most of the pictures, because since her short lived romance with Munk had been cut shorter with Macavity deciding to ask her out officially, but she knew some of the pictures.
"That's when Bomba was not at all the queen she was. Back then, she wasn't near as much as the flirt she is now, and if you look real closely you can see some of the faint lines from one of the times that she tried to keep Macavity away from me."
Looking at this book reminded them of the most embarrassing drunk stories that they had, and most of them would make pretty good blackmail. Little did they know Alana and her friends were sitting outside of the door, because they wanted to ask them a very important question, but found theses blackmail stories more entertaining? So much more that they decided to go and write them down.
(Are you excited for me yet? I got my first flame! To see it go to the Cullen rule book)
John sat in his room, lying on his makeshift bed partially weeping. She wouldn't want me to be sad right now, would she? Surely she wouldn't want see someone she loved crying. He kept trying to think of a reason to get out of bed and take a bath. Every day his mom would come in and give him food and a shoulder to cry on, but how did that bring her back to life? Megan was his life and she had gone. Now you just sound like a stalker, get a life and get out of bed. What if he didn't want a life? What if he just wanted to be a bum and keep everyone out of his room?
Get up you lazy arse. You might actually have a chance if you get up! Groaning because his inner self was right, John got out of bed and walked to the kitchen area to eat something partially nutritious. None of his family was at home except Nana, who was sleeping with a ton of papers and notes lying scattered around her like a blanket.
Tripping over his two half sleepy feet, he eventually ate something and then got outside to see the sun light. Standing outside for the first time in a while made his eyes cringe and for a second he thought that he was going to melt. The lightning inside of him started running throughout him, as if it expected him to do something great like conjure something shiny. Being a bum was hard work, and so he walked over to where the great tyre was and sat on it very unceremoniously. Today was going to be his day of being a lazy but.
Though it was early morning, most cats were dancing around him, practicing for the ball coming up soon. Some of them had stopped dancing just to stare at the familiar, cow printed cat that had gotten out of the den and stopped mourning. He felt like he had grown a fifth foot, and so he walked out to the gateway of the junkyard. Sitting there gave him peace and fewer eyes were staring at him. Munkustrap was out and about preparing for the ball so that they could have a perfect one this time.
As he was silently singing to himself the lines that were slipped under his door for the ball, he had found the most beautiful queen walk by. Well, though she didn't notice him, she looked lost though she knew what she wanted. After passing a few times consecutively, she stopped and asked him where the junkyard was.
"This behind me is the junkyard. Here, I'll escort you. My name is John." The still nameless queen followed him into the junkyard.
"TUGGER!" he yelled with all his might. After getting out he had slightly collapsed and the kind, still nameless queen, helped him stand up straight.
"Whaddoyouwant?" The curious cat asked with a bad case of fuzzy mane and missing sparkly belt. After realizing it was a new queen he yelled for Munkustrap, and before exiting gave a final hip thrust before returning to get his beauty sleep.
Munkustrap ran towards them, all frazzled and just all together stressed. His fur was sticking up in random intervals, and his eyes were sinking into his skull. He groaned, or it might have been his stomach grumbling, and then sat down for the first time in a while.
"So another cat wants to join?" John nodded his head. "Hey, John. I almost didn't recognize you, and for the record I am very proud of you for getting out of bed this morning. So newbie, would you care to tell us a little about yourself?" she nodded before starting.
"I am Mackenzie, though most of the other cats in my small adopted family call me Maccy. I left because now they think that I want to take on their profession, if you would call it that, of preforming at bars and clubs across Europe. Since I was adopted they don't know my real parents or anything, so I guess I am just a lone wanderer. This morning I received directions from one cat named Devon to come here before I end up miserable." Munk nodded happily and a little tired at the same time. "You're in. so I guess you can either A) stay out of the way and have John give you a tour or B) help me heard kittens." Being smart she chose A.
John lead Maccy throughout the junkyard, introducing her to cats and kittens alike and eventually they ended up looking for her temporary den, and she was asking questions. For a second or two, he had thought about asking if she wanted to stay the night. Instead of looking for one eventually, she built herself one.
"John, why was Munkustrap surprised to see you out of bed?" she asked, for the sake of wanting to make sure he wasn't what she had assumed. At least not like that Tugger one. His eyes watered and she was about to apologize but he started his short sap story.
"My one friend that eventually became my crush just died a few days ago from some sickness and we both liked each other but I never got to do anything and now she's dead." Maccy mouthed an 'I'm sorry' to him before shutting up and going inside to bed. Maybe she could have a good life, he hoped for her.
(Line Break! These things will change, can you feel it now?)
Leigh Ann and Josh were practicing together for the ball, seeing as how they had been asked if they would do the mating dance, maybe. Since Munkustrap was still waiting for the answer, they decided that they would practice the group dances. They had harnessed the love that sprouted small and grew larger and larger as they spent more time together.
Josh was always more and happier than ever, now that he knew that he at least had a chance at having a romantic life with someone he knew and she loved him back. This was more fortunate for him, so that if she did die he wouldn't feel so guilty for not doing anything. He would still miss her like crazy, but at least he did something.
"Did you know that I love you and I have something great to tell you?" Leigh Ann told Josh, being a little over excited.
"I did know that you love me, just not as much as me! And what is this great thing you are going to tell me or else I will tickle you…" he threatened.
"John came out of his room this morning, and he came back with a new queen."
"I'll have to congratulate him. Now to get the show on the road, yeah? Come here you!" Leigh Ann and Josh then left the practice area and decided to go home.