Hiyas, peeps! I'm SO sorry for the late update… CURSE YOU, WRITER'S BLOCK!
I was just thinking… if any of you like to draw, and want to illustrate a story but think, "WHAT DO I ILLUSTRATE?" feel absolutely free to illustrate one of my fics… as long as you post it somewhere and give me a link. *smiles cheesily* Anyways, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cats, blah blah blah, etc etc etc… I also don't own the Who's rock musical thing, Tommy, which I may have misquoted…
Thought-speech
~GW~
Tantomile's POV
Mistoffelees and I silently padded along through the gardens of Buckingham Palace (in cat form, of course.)
"Are you sure this will work?" I questioned for the fiftieth time. He sighed.
"Yes, Tanto, it'll work. I'm sure of it. Come over here and give me a lift up." Grumbling slightly, I stepped over to the large oak tree Misto was stationed under. I let him balance on my back as he tried to stick his claws into the tree.
"I still can't believe that you have trouble climbing trees without help," I complained.
"I'm small, it's not my fault!"
"Yeah, yeah- stop talking and start climbing, Mister Mistoffelees- or should I call you 'Mister Midget-lees?'"
"Ha ha, you're so hilarious Tantomile," he snapped sarcastically, hoisting himself onto a branch. Once he was securely balanced, I bounded up after him, and we tightrope-walked along the bough to the Queen's bedroom balcony.
"Meow!" I cried, scraping my claws gently along the door, being careful not to damage the wood. Misto joined me in my attempts to get inside.
"Meow! Meow! Meow! MEOW!" I could hear footsteps coming towards the door, and, as it opened, we were greeted by the Queen.
"Good morning, kitties," her Majesty murmured. "How did you get up here?"
"Meow," I replied. She laughed softly.
"Indeed," she stated. "I suppose you want some cream, don't you?" She stepped aside so we could enter, and we trotted daintily past. She called for a servant to fetch a dish of cream, and I reveled in the luxury of having a human care for me again… especially since that human was the Queen of England!
Don't forget the mission, Mistoffelees reminded me. I rolled my eyes as her Majesty scratched me behind the ears.
I've told you five million times already, Mister Midget-lees; you're too tense! I was suddenly reminded of a joke. I met a guy once. He kept saying, "I'm a teepee! I'm a wigwam! I'm a teepee! I'm a wigwam!" I said to him, "Relax! You're two tents!" Get it? It was now Misto's turn to roll his eyes.
Yes, Tanto, I get it. Can we just get this over with? I stuck my tongue out at him.
Fine. Concentrating slightly, I shifted my attention to the queen, focusing on letting her hear my message.
Your Majesty? Can you hear me? I questioned. She looked around as Misto decided to be funny, and sang softly,
Tommy, can you hear me? Can you feel me with you…?
"Who's there?" her Majesty inquired. "Come to where I can see you!"
You can see me, your Majesty. I'm the cat.
"That's ridiculous!"
I know it sounds hard to believe, your Majesty, but I swear by Bast that it's true.
"Bast? The Egyptian cat goddess?"
Yes, your Majesty. Please do not be surprised as what you are about to see. Do not scream. Do not call the guards. Can you do that for me, you Majesty?
"Yes…" I took a breath, preparing myself for what I was about to do. I was about to break the rule that had been imprinted into my mind ever since I was born. I was about to reveal myself to a human.
"Your Majesty, my name is Tantomile of the Jellicles," I greeted, shifting into my Jellicle form. The Queen did as promised, and didn't scream.
"This is my friend, Mistoffelees," I added, gesturing to Misto as he also came out of cat form. "He is a conjurer."
"It's an honor to meet you, your Majesty," Misto said, bowing elegantly. I saw him cast a "charming" hex out of the corner of my eye. It would (hopefully) make the Queen believe what we were going to tell her.
"What… what are you, exactly? Why are you here?" she asked, shaking slightly.
"The Jellicles are a magical breed of human-cat hybrids, your Majesty," Misto explained. "We have kept ourselves hidden from humanity for millions of years… until now. One of our kind has gone rogue, amassing an army which he will try to use to take over the world. We have received information from a highly reliable source that this rogue- Macavity- will try and attack you. We are here to protect you." He paused, allowing for it to sink in.
"Continue," her Majesty ordered.
"Macavity knows that you are at Buckingham Palace. With your permission, we would like to teleport you to Windsor Castle. We have guards there who can protect you," I stated. "You will be much safer there while we attempt to bring about Macavity's defeat." I was beginning to feel anxious. This was taking too long, and I wanted to spend some more time with my nieces and nephews before the sun went down. I knew that my brother had been in some type of trance for the last few days, spending most of his time in his den with Jemima and the kits, and I wanted him to be able to get out for a little while. It would be good for him.
"Alright," the Queen agreed. "But at least let me send a carriage somewhere else as a distraction."
"Of course, your Majesty," I replied. "I also suggest that we create a video of sorts, to let the rest of England know about the Jellicles… before the battles begin."
"Battles?" she whispered.
"Yes, you Majesty. We wish they could be avoided but, unfortunately, they cannot."
"If you need more soldiers… I could send some of the Royal Army?" she offered doubtfully.
"That is a very kind offer, you Majesty, but human weapons cannot hurt Jellicles when we're in this form- just as Jellicle weapons cannot hurt humans." She looked surprised, and opened her mouth to ask a question- but then she thought better of it and nodded.
"I shall call for one of the maids to bring a video camera," she decided. Misto and I shifted back into our cat forms as the maid entered, looking very confused as to why the Queen of England needed a video camera. She then swiftly left again, leaving us with her Majesty.
Once the video had been filmed and the carriage sent, Mistoffelees teleported us to Windsor.
~GW~
Coricopat's POV
"You can't be serious." I gaped at Jenny as she delivered the news. "It… it can't be! It's impossible!"
"I'm afraid so, Coricopat," she replied sadly. "He doesn't respond to verbal cues. I." She handed Tadgh to Jemima, and he wrapped a tiny hand around her finger.
"It's okay, sweetheart," my mate cooed softly- whether to Tadgh or me, I wasn't sure. "Everything will turn out okay in the end." She was right. This wasn't the end of the world. We would survive…
Unless Macavity killed us.
Don't think like that, Coricopat, I told myself sternly. I won't let him get my family.
"There's also a possibility that one of the other kits has a disability," Jenny added quietly.
"But- but wouldn't you know by now?" I begged.
"Not if the kit's blind. Their eyes haven't opened yet… we'll know in a few more days," she promised. I sighed.
"Alright." I turned to look at Tadgh, when a thought struck me.
He'll never hear the sounds of fighting. Of crying. This gave me some sort of deranged comfort, until I thought,
He'll never hear his mother sing, or the ocean, or crickets chirping, or…stop it, Coricopat! You're making yourself depressed, I demanded. Jemima gently nuzzled my shoulder.
"It'll be alright," she assured again. I attempted to smile at her.
"It'll be alright," I repeated quietly. "It'll be alright…"
~GW~
Okay, it was kinda short. But I wanted to end the chapter there. And I wasn't sure how to transition it properly to the next section without making it really, really choppy (well, choppier than it already is…) so… yeah. I think I'll be able to update a bit faster next time! Although I'm starting school again soon… and then I'm going to South Africa… (yeah, my family travels a lot.)
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