last chap. kind of scattered. yeah. i do finish the story...pitifully. oh well, all good htings must come to an end. i will give out loves soon. right now i just want to say that i thank all five (5) reviews for this and the alert etc. you guys are the best. so yeah, this is scattered. innuendo and outendo. excorcism. fun stuff.

With Macavity dead, it seemed as if a great cloud of burden was lifted and the Hench cats scattered as Nina stalked up to his carcass and started crying. This was ignored though, as the rest of the jellicles were attending to Victoria, Munkustrap and the other injured ones, as well as rejoicing. How could they be happy when the tom she loved was dead? He did have a heart, and a good one at that. Did they ever get to know him? Was he just another tom in the junkyard, just another body to feed and care for?

While that was happening, the great moment of grief in Nina's life, Mistoffelees was in the same room as Victoria with his spell books out. She was on deaths doorstep, holding a ray of sunshine in her hand. He always looked at her like a ray of sunshine, and if she died he would never go out in the night, only in the day time. Frantically looking through the old, smelly pages of his spell book, he wondered if she was trying to stay alive just for this, or if she wanted him to forget about the chances of bring her back. Ignoring his attention deficit mind, he continued looking.

Though the cats didn't often think of practicing necromancy, or exorcisms, they made sure that they had someone who could. Old Deuteronomy never knew when one of the cats were going to die and needed to come back to life, or would be possessed and need a demon driven out of it. Mistoffelees had been that cat who had gotten a dark spell book and was told to study it like his life. So he did, and now it was proving itself worth all of its troubles. After making sure he had the statement down in his mind well, he started the ritual. She was almost dead, but no amount of Jennyanydots' skill of healing could help.

Reciting it the three times that it required, Mistoffelees walked out of the room, knowing that if he stayed there and the spell didn't work he would be very upset. But he couldn't kill himself, he had two kits to feed and keep alive. He would die of old age, if anything, now that Macavity was dead. Hopefully that would be the case. Something about the junkyard was so happy and light now. It was as if Tugger and Bombalurina finally got a room. Of course, that would never happen. The day it did, it was a sign that Tugger was getting old. That or Bombalurina was getting old.

Demeter was in Munkustrap's room, helping Jennyanydots heal him. John was in there as well, preparing to heal his leg and maybe a few ribs if he had the power. They were bandaging the cuts that were on his sides and back, trying to staunch the blood flow coming from his leg, as the bone was partially peeking out of the skin. It was scarlet, so red and warm, that Demeter wanted to faint. But she wouldn't, and she couldn't, because there as something about seeing that her mate was alive and well in her that drove her self-esteem through the roof. That and making sure that Munkustrap was okay helped too.

"John, are you ready yet?" Jenny yelled instinctively.

"Yeah, I just need you to leave the room so that the magic isn't confused on who to fix." Slowly, Jenny dragged Demeter out of the room. If she hadn't, Demeter would still be in there, trying to be helpful and make sure that nothing went wrong if it could be avoided. Hopefully, John was skilled enough in his magical powers. Hopefully, Munkustrap would get better fast and healthier than ever, and she would be able to tell him everything that he missed. While he was out, she was taking care of the junkyard for him.

Hours passed, and the anxiety grew for both Mistoffelees' family, and Demeter's. As each family sat in their respective dens, they cuddled with each other, trying not to cry or to show weakness. Why weren't they out celebrating that Macavity was dead? They could be out there planning the party, but of course they didn't have the nerve.

When word came that Munkustrap had woken up from the magically induced nap so that John could fix his leg and ribs, Demeter went to see him. Though he was groggy and didn't look or act like the Munkustrap she knew and loved, it was the same one. He was just sick, really sick and broken. She just wanted to snuggle with him. But it looked like he wasn't very conscious at the moment, so she didn't. Instead of talking and telling him about everything, she sang.

"Kiss Me too fiercely
Hold me too tight
I need help believing
You're with me tonight
My wildest dreamings
Could not foresee
Lying beside you
With you wanting me" she paused, to check if he was showing any signs of recognizing her voice. He did, with a nod of his head, his eyes slowly cracking open, and a shake of his bloodied paws.

"And just for this moment
As long as you're mine
I've lost all resistance
And crossed some border line
And if it turns out
It's over too fast
I'll make every last moment last
As long as you're mine"

Munkustrap opened his mouth, floundering around to find the words in his mind. Once he found them, he took a deep breath to see how far he could sing it.

"Maybe I'm brainless
maybe I'm wise
but you've got me seeing through different eyes
somehow I've fallen under your spell-" his eyes partially closed as he was s till quite tired from recovering. That didn't stop Demeter from singing his final lines for him.

"And somehow I'm feeling
it's up that I fell..." and she couldn't sing any more of it without feeling quite guilty about it. At least he was alive and on the mend. So was Victoria miraculously.

(Hello world. I am a line break. Too much innuendo and outendo passes through me every day.)

Weeks passed. Cats got better from their injuries and joined the never ending party that Tugger was the God of. Well, most of them did. Munkustrap was able to get out of his bed, and was able to many things again, but he was still getting better. Victoria was in somewhat a worse condition, but with the rest she needed, she was able to visit with her family. Things were good for most jellicle cats.

Nina was alone in the world. For the first time she was truly alone. Her kittens inside her were almost ready to be born, but she wouldn't give birth to them just to have them taken away by these over insane cats that had kept her in Jenny's den. Why didn't they notice she was a Hench cat's wife with kits and wanted to be independent? No, they didn't listen though, so she lay on her bed being a miserable but.

Just to make her point, she didn't eat any of the food they had for her, only what she could go and get herself. If they knocked her out they got food into her, but they couldn't be doing that too often. So in her case, things only got worse.

(Yet again, another line breaks. I just wanted to speed up things etc. don't look at me like that)

Three months had passed. Nina had given birth to only one live kitten. The rest being dead and stale. Victoria's kittens were discovered in that time period and she was quite upset about that, but very glad to be able to go and do normal things again. She was always out dancing now. Dancing with her mate and kids. And her sister Nana.

Munkustrap and Demeter were expecting again, and Josh and Leigh Ann were also expecting. With all the kits in the junkyard one could have sworn they were breeding a new race of cats. But Nina was still miserable. They had given her a home in the junkyard that she kept her kits in and brought them food. Being different was good sometimes, but other times it lead to things. Bad things, but good things were sometimes discovered in the bad things. Like her liking of John.

John had become rather fatherly towards her kittens, though he knew that they kind of belonged to a monster and a crazy cat. He didn't care, and soon Nina found herself turning pink at John. Sooner than later they were planning on getting mated. Could things get better? Maybe.

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Eventually everyone had settled down, some had died a nice and natural death when some of them were hit by drunks on bicycles. Many kittens were born throughout the years, and it seemed that the only bad that happened were when Tugger discovered his first white hair. Things only got better it seemed, and when things did seem bad then they were fixed almost immediately. Life was complete. Mary-sues were pointed out and killed before causing issues, and friends were made. Nina did mate and have more kittens, but the winners for most kittens were Leigh Ann and Josh. Kelsey was discovered again, overseas on a great adventure.

OH MY GOD I JUST FINISHED AN ENTIRE MULTI-CHAP! THE END :'(