this is really good...kind of...kind of fluffy as the next chapter (which is very good) isnt very fluffy. in fact the next chapter is something so epicly exciting and so fun to write (who doesnt love the jellicle ball and a btatle scene?) so please read this... as there is a new twist to life as a jellicle ball.

Sure the jellicle ball was busy, and wherever you turned you had a 70% chance of running into a dancing cat, but there was another small tribe of cats nearby, one that most people never knew about. This tribe used to be bigger than the jellicle ball, but now it only provided home for six cats. They didn't know of the jellicle ball, or the jellicles, but they knew that there were some cats that held a full moon celebration and it annoyed them.

This tribe had no real name, but they were under Macavity's control, and they were very different. Somehow, they had evened up numbers with queens and toms, but when Macavity came to visit, he usually hurt someone, or killed them. That was part of the reason why they had only six members. The other reason was that they were rather unsociable, and strict, so those who were in it escaped when they could.

For this tribe, life was a challenge and not at all fun. They didn't believe in dancing or singing, but hard work and zero fun. When Macavity was there, he often sat high on a pile of garbage, with a homemade disguise so that their neighbours didn't recognize the criminal. Living there was like going to prison, all cold and dark but without the free prison food and the laws that restricted abuse.

Though this tribe had no real leader, they had one cat that stood higher than the rest and was like Macavity to the rest of them, but she was kinder. Christina was something else, and she wasn't to be confused with the neighbouring tribe's Christina. Most of the cats called her Nina, as she was very kind to most cats. Her best friend in the world that she shared the small dens with was someone named Jackson, a very nice and brotherly tom who knew that if he tried anything funny that he would be dead.

Then there were the twins Tierney and Ylena, who were strange and altogether creepy. If you believed in voodoo and magic chocolate, you would understand them, but most cats couldn't eat chocolate. Another one of the cats was Dillion, a lovely young tom that came to the tribe due to the fact he was a kitten in Macavity's lair, and he wasn't being useful there, so Macavity had moved him.

Finally, there is a cat by the name of Matthew, who was older than Nina by a few years, but had come there because his family line in Macavity's lair had died off and he needed to go somewhere else to find a mate. Right now he was having troubles doing that, so he went and spent lots of time out in the streets, looking for easy queens.

No matter how sunny the day was for the Jellicles, they always had rain and clouds over their heads. Most of the time they were in their dens, as Macavity had ordered them not to get caught by the neighbours. One more fact before we get on with the story, Nina was heavy with Macavity's kittens, as she had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Macavity!" a scream erupted from the jellicles, and most of the cats in the other, lowly tribe laughed quietly. How stupid. It was only a Hench cat checking on them, to make sure that they were okay. And it was one that they usually got along with too.

"Good thinking, Meredith. That was great." Nina congratulated the queen.

"Thanks, though it was really easy to get those stupid Jellicles. How easily scared they are. Did you get the buzz from boss yet? There is some big thing going on here in a couple days, and he wants you to get your tribe ready. Teach them how to claw out peoples eyeballs, and how to inflict lots of pain. Something good is happening, but bad for them." Nina knew that something good meant that she was going to get some action and the chance to kill that cat that screamed 'Macavity' every time that a black cat walked around the junkyard.

"Really? Should I clean out some of the extra dens for some other cats too?"

"That wouldn't be a bad idea, and I will tell boss about it."

Meanwhile, Tierney and Ylena were walking along the border of their tribe, hiding themselves with bunches of trash. They liked to spy on the others, but always pretended that they knew nothing about it when they were with the other four. Most of the time they swooned over a few toms, Munkustrap and his brother the Rum Tum Tugger, but sadly they both had mates. They watched them intently, hiding when they had to.

When they got back from their daily duty of stalking those two toms, Nina had called all of the cats to her cramped den, to tell them some really vital stuff that they must know or Macavity would have their hides.

"Well, obviously you don't know why I asked you here. I have received word from Meredith that boss is planning on dropping in soon for an ambush, and I need you all to be ready. So practice killing things. There are some empty dens filled with things, so I want them all cleaned out. Now, scat!" the pregnancy hormones were catching up with her, and so she went to bed.

While the small tribe was having the time of their lives, Nana was convincing John to get a life and a date to the dance. She didn't want her nephew to end up like her, and she knew that her sister wanted someone who would carry on the family name. Someone who just sat there like an awkward lump, or just kind of meandered around the back of the main show wasn't going to do much.

Many times, he would say to her 'if you are so keen on getting me a date for the dance, I want to see you with one.' And then the conversation was over and she was defeated. Today was different though. Nana had asked Tim if he had a date to the Ball, and if he wanted to take her. Of course, the answer was yes and so they started to hang out together more.

"John, do you have a date for the ball yet?"

"No. Besides, you don't have one." He said, returning to his book. She felt like strangling the black and white tom, but she knew the results if she did.

"I do so have a date. You do know Tim, right? He is my date. Now it's time for you to get one. Maccy seems nice enough, maybe Marybeth or Missy. Christina or Cassandra might be a good match for you, and I know that little queen that you liked was really good friends with whatever her name was. I think I know just the queen. Follow me, now." Nana strictly ordered. John followed, knowing that if he didn't he might have to die. He was sure, that once she reached her destination, he would have rather dying.

"Ask out Cassandra." He knew which queen she was talking about, but he still didn't want to. Cassandra was a nice queen, someone kind and helpful, but there was something that told himself that he was going to end up hurt. But with the glare he was getting from Nana, he walked up to the queen as nervous as a small child is when they have to walk up the clowns at the circus.

"Hi Cassandra."

"Hi John. What brings you out of your den on such a lovely day?"

"I was wondering, if you would like to go to the Jellicle Ball with me."

"Of course I would you silly tom. "Then again, there was something about Cassandra that made John absolutely love her. Something, but if only he could be sure what it was. Surely, it had to be her sense of humour mixed with sarcasm and hints of romance.

Nana was very proud of her little nephew. Walking back to the den that she shared with her pet lint bunny Toodles, she noticed that Victoria was following her. Nana was used to this, but the expression on her face was something else, as she looked excited, but still deadly afraid and scared.

"What's wrong, Vic?" she asked, seeing as she was such a nice person.

"Nana, I am going to have kittens again. You are the first to know, and do you think that you can keep it a secret. I just had to tell someone so that if anything happens, they can tell the person coming to my rescuer." Nana found this understandable. If she was to have kittens, she would want to make it a surprise for someone, most preferably the father. Those made her wonder if she was ever going to meet the tom for her.

Later that night she was in her den, and there was an excess of giggles outside of her den. It was exceedingly annoying, and taking time away from her sleep. When she looked outside, she saw Tugger and Bombalurina, and a handful of kittens and some of the queens that they had just received all together, with a bottle being spun. Not that game. It wasn't truth or dare, it was almost worse though. And it was rumoured that when Tugger played spin the bottle, it was rather tough and very politically incorrect.

The next day, Missy and Marybeth were busy off with some preparing for the ball. They were trying to dance their respective parts, but with a hangover and no sense of direction. The only one of the bad apples that was awake and well was Leigh Ann, and that was because she was with Josh, enjoying the sunrise.

"I love the sunrise, but not as much as I love you." Josh said, with a look in his eyes and a fluffy feeling arose in Leigh Ann.

"Love you too. The jellicle ball is coming up here pretty soon. Do you have your song pieces memorized?" she said, trying to start a conversation.

"Yeah, seeing as I only get three words to say the entire time. It is no fair almost. Meanwhile, you get to rap a little bit. Lucky. Oh, yeah. I had a question to ask you, and it is very important." Leigh Ann's hopes rose.

"Ask away."

"I was wondering if you would like to go to the ball with me, as well as become my loving mate. Please?" he asked, though he knew the answer. Leigh Ann gave him a kiss and a quick yes before running off to tell the rest of the tribe, and to find Munkustrap so that he knew. Maybe this ball wasn't going to be as horrible as she thought, with lots of cats in it.

Meanwhile, off in Tugger's den, was the curious cat and his loving almost mate, Bomba. They were entwined together, on the bed, but not doing much more than just talking. Bombalurina was trying to sleep.

"Goodnight Tugger. Last night tired me out." She said with a yawn.

"I am wide awake though. Maybe I will sleep though."

"I like that idea. Goodnight." As Bomba slept, Tugger's paws moved up and down her side in an irresistible way. She ignored it, because if he got a reaction, she would never get some sleep. Then he started purring, which is something he did just for Bomba. Finally, he wrapped her into him tightly, but she still slept. He would never win against this queen, would he?

Tugger had something great planned out for tomorrow though, something great. If only his almost mate was willing to do something else, not just hang out in their den all day and night, fulfilling each others lives. There was more to life than that, right? Maybe he would just have to ask her tomorrow, the most important question of his life.