Hi. I'm sorry for updating so late! I hope this chapter makes up for it, and, just to clear things up before you read: the Jellicles have two forms, their Jellicle form (like what you see in the musical) and cat form (which is pretty obvious.) They morph into cat form when they're around humans. Mi capisci? (You've gotta love online translators…) Oh, and I don't have anything against Liverpudlian accents. They rock. Onwards!

Disclaimer: See previous chapter.

Coricopat's thoughts

Tantomile's thoughts

Random people's thoughts

Jemima's POV

"Jemima! Jems, where are you?" my mate called. I could hear his pawsteps thudding throughout the library.

"I'm through here, Cori. Where are the others?" I called. He slowly padded through into the room.

"Quaxo teleported them to Liverpool. Etcetera needed help as soon as possible. I told them I'd fetch you and meet up with them there."

"You do realize that it takes at least six hours to walk to Liverpool from here, right? And we'll have to avoid Macavity's patrols, humans, etcetera etcetera."

"No, Jemima, we're going to see Etcetera in Liverpool." I sighed. As sweet as he may be, Coricopat sometimes got… muddled up.

"Never mind. Let's get going." He grinned, and lay down.

"Greyhound Bus, anyone?" Cori joked.

"You're not a greyhound; you're a pit bull," I pointed out, shifting into my cat form and climbing on his back. I laced my legs around his neck.

"Not so tight, Jems, you're choking me!" I loosened my death grip.

"Sorry; I haven't really ridden on a Pollicle before."

"Yeah, well, I've never really carried you on my back before!"

We received several strange stares from the humans as we ran through the streets, and I even saw some of them back away fearfully.

"Why are they so scared of me?" Corico questioned.

"Maybe it's your eyes. It's not every day they see a Pollicle with cat's eyes." This was proved partially wrong by the whispers of some of the humans.

"Look at it! Its ears are docked- it might be an escaped fighting dog! And look at its eyes- I've never seen a dog with eyes like that, it's unnatural… just as unnatural as a dog carrying a cat on its back!" He ignored the whispers and kept running.

We eventually managed to sneak onto a train. It would have been much, much easier if Skimbleshanks hadn't been trapped in the Junkyard. He could have helped us.

"We should probably get some rest," I stated, leaning into mate's side as we sat in the caboose.

"That's… a good idea…" Coricopat panted, exhausted from the amount of running he had done. He fell asleep in a minute.

Tantomile's POV

I watched as the Liverpool Tribe's healer, Skyla, dabbed Etcetera's head with a damp cloth. Her assistant, Keeva, pounded herbal paste with a mortar and pestle. Jenny and Jelly would have been doing these things, but they were gathering herbs.

"Will she be okay?" Electra asked nervously.

"The lass will be fine, once she gets some food an' water into 'er." Skyla, a grey-and-white tabby, stood up to call for Keeva's pastes. She carefully smeared them around Cetty's mouth, and, as with all Jellicles, Cetty subconsciously licked them up.

"We'll keep giving those to her for a few days," Keeva explained. Luckily for us, she had been born in London, so she didn't have that atrocious Scouse accent. "They should provide a nutritional boost for her system, to help get her back on her feet."

"That's good," Lecs sighed, relieved. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tuxedoed cat slip out of the medical den, silently shaking.

"Excuse me for a moment," I murmured, padding out of the door. I followed Mistoffelees to the den that Lecs, Quaxo, Misto and I had been placed in.

"Misto?" I called softly, quietly moving into the den. "Are you okay?"

"I-I'm so scared, Tanto," he whimpered softly. Gone was the tough façade he had been putting up throughout our journey.

"So am I," I whispered, kneeling next to him.

"I keep on wanting to protect Quaxo, but I just have this feeling that, someday, I'll arrive too late to save him from… from whatever danger, and I'll lose him. And now everyone's relying on me to guide them, and… and…" His voice cracked. "I don't think I can do it anymore, Tanto. I can't do it." I hugged him tenderly.

"It'll be okay, Misto. You brought my brother back from the dead- you can do anything, if you put your mind to it. I believe in you." I suddenly leapt up- I had an idea. "I've got it! You need to relax. Stay here." I hurried back into the medical den.

"Keeva, where's the lemon oil?" I asked. She pointed me towards it, and I grabbed a jar before heading towards the den.

"Alright, Mister Mistoffelees, take your shirt off and lay down." He looked shocked at this suggestion.

"Just do it!" He complied while I heated the oil with a quick charm he had taught me.

"Do you remember that old Siamese guy who came to the 'Yard once?" I inquired.

"Yeah… why?"

"He was a masseuse. He taught me how to give aromatherapy massages." I poured some of the oil onto my palms, rubbing it around a few times before kneading my hands into his back.

"Ow!" he yelped.

"You're… so… tense. This will make it better, so quit whining." By the end of it, my hands and wrists hurt. Misto was purring happily, though, so it was worth it.

"Thanks, Tanto." I felt the corners of my mouth twitch upwards in a smile.

"Anytime…" I paused, thinking over my words. "Anytime you want some company, just shout for me, okay?" He nodded, and I left. What had made me say that? I had never been a social cat- what made me suddenly offer my companionship to a tom that I still, after spending so much time with him, knew very little about?

I met up with Electra at the Scouse Tribe's border.

"Have you ever thought about taking a mate, Millie?" she asked, calling me by my kittenhood nickname.

"No, why?" I replied, taken off guard by the strange question.

"You and Misto seem to be pretty close."

"No! It's not like that, Electra! And we're not really that close."

"I'm just saying… he certainly seems to enjoy your company."

"What about you, Lecs? Have you thought about mating?" I inquired, hoping that the abrupt change of focus would put her off.

"Pouncival asked me to be his mate at the next Ball." She sighed. "I accepted, but Macavity took over shortly after that." I sat down next to her.

"I'm sorry," I offered. "We'll take back the 'Yard, someday. It may take a while, but we'll get it back. Then we'll throw the biggest Ball any cat this side of the Atlantic has ever seen!" Electra laughed at my suggestion. I was not fond of partying, and usually retired to bed after a single song. It might have been because nobody had ever wanted to dance with me.

"That's unlikely, coming from you," she joked. "If it was Cetty saying that…" Her smile disappeared at the thought of our unconscious friend.

"She'll be okay, Lecs. Cetty's tough." I was about to offer some more words of comfort, but was cut off by a cry from the Protector, Faolan.

"Pollicle!" I rushed to see a black pit bull bound up to the gate, a calico queen on its back.

"Don't worry," Lecs told him. "That's Tanto's brother."

"It's a long story," I said, responding to his confused look. I jumped down to greet my twin.

We managed to explain everything to the Scouse tribe. Of course, we then had to explain it all over again when Jenny and Jelly came back.

"So… Coricopat is a Pollicle, and Jemima is pregnant?" Jelly clarified.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it," Electra agreed.

"The first thing you need to do, Jemima, is get some sleep! You should be on bed rest by now!" Jenny's imperious voice cut through the surrounding air like a knife as she clucked and fussed over my sister-in-law. The Gumbie Cat somehow managed to boss her into the maternity section of the medical den, and continued to fuss while Coricopat stared morosely in from outside, as he was too big to fit in.

"Hey, Tanto?" Corico called, seeming to remember something.

"Yes?"

"While I was in Heaviside… I spoke to Bast."

"Ha ha, very funny."

"I'm serious. She gave you the idea to find Misto and resurrect me." I believed him. I knew that he wouldn't make something like that up.

"Why?"

"Because, apparently, we're her spirit-children. Descended from one of her past Lives. She also told me a tale about these cats called the Sacred Three. According to Bast, they're destined to save the Jellicles in times of great trouble."

"I suppose we need to find this 'Sacred Three,' then, because I'd say this counts as a time of great trouble," I replied. He looked at me for a moment, and said bluntly,

"We've already found two of them. You and me, Tanto. Protectors of the Supernatural and Psychic Realms." As he continued to tell me about the Sacred Three, I began to understand a bit more. In Heaviside, there were three realms- the Supernatural, the Psychic, and the Holy. Whoever governed the Psychic Realm gave certain cats mystical powers. The cat that controlled the Supernatural Realm was in charge of the dead, once they had completed all of their nine lives. The controller of the Holy Realm was responsible for assigning cats to their new lives. The Sacred Three were present in every generation, but their powers only showed in "times of great trouble."

Coricopat was rather vague about the powers, saying that Bast hadn't told him much about them, but he knew that each power had to do with what realm the cat governed. He guessed that I had already discovered my power- my ability to see into the future, due to my being "Protector of the Psychic Realm." He also explained that each of the Three's powers were strongest on a different phase of the moon. Mine were strongest on the first and last quarters. Coricopat's powers, whatever they were, were strongest on the new moon. The powers of the Star-cat, Protector of the Holy Realm, were strongest on the full moon. The only time all three's powers were equally as strong was on the solar eclipse- and the next solar eclipse was in two weeks. We needed to find the Star-cat soon.

"Tantomile!" Faolan called, interrupting us. "You're needed for a Council meeting. We 'ave to decide what to do about Macavity. Make war plans and all tha'." I nodded, saying goodbye to my brother, and followed the Liverpudlian Protector.

Coricopat's POV

I had lied when talking to Tantomile about the powers. I told her that I didn't know what mine were yet- and it was almost true. I had only discovered one power, and I wasn't sure how useful it would be. I could imagine that people's thoughts floating into my head, whether I wanted them to or not, would be pretty annoying. Especially whenever I next saw the Rum Tum Tugger and Bombalurina in the same room as each other.

Settling down outside the medical den's entrance, I shifted my focus so I could hear the thoughts more clearly.

I wonder how many kits there'll be… Jemima thought sleepily. I smiled as I sensed the fuzzy thoughts of our unborn kittens coming from the same general area as hers. I couldn't pick up any specific thoughts, but I could tell that our kits were happy. That was good.

How should I tell her? Does she feel the same way? Misto's thoughts were troubled. I didn't know why- perhaps I would talk to him after I was done. Although I didn't know him well, I liked the younger tom, and didn't want to see him sad. Frowning slightly, I moved on, expanding my range further and further… until I reached the Jellicle Junkyard, back in London.

Jemima's safe… Jemima's safe…Munkustrap's weak mental waves had me worried. It was obvious that he was greatly relieved for his daughter, but his lack of will while he was still chained was frightening. He didn't care whether he lived or died- he just wanted his Tribe to be safe. It was that lack of will that had gotten me killed in the first place. I wasn't sure how he had heard about Jemima's escape, but I hoped that it gave him a boost in morale.

I shall attack Piccadilly Circus first. That will show those pathetic humans that even they are no match for me… I nearly screamed as I listened to more of Macavity's thoughts. His unnatural powers of perception prevented me from listening for long, though.

What?! Who is there?! he snarled as I made a hasty retreat from his mind. I quivered as I reviewed what I had learned, because one thing was certain-

Macavity wasn't going to settle for ruling the Jellicles. He wanted to control the humans, too.

DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN!! Now what will happen?! Will Macavity prevail? Will good be crushed forever?! And who is the Star-cat? Tune in to the next episode of "Ghost Whispers" to find out! Except… the next episode might not come for a week… or two… or three… because I'm leaving for London next Thursday. After that, though, I should be able to update more frequently, because I won't have school! Yaaaay!! And I'm going to see the Lion King at the West End! Double yay! I will try and update Battle of the Bands before I go, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to manage it.

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