A/N: This was my first real fanfiction ever. Constructive criticism would be nice.

Disclaimer: I do not own CATS. If I did, I wouldn't be writing a fanfiction, now, would I?

Enjoy!

Cornelia peered shyly from the pipe at Munkustrap. He was quite the handsome cat, she had to admit. Almost captivating, in fact. She was still busy in her admiration when she was interrupted.

"Hey, Cornelia," Jemima said, crouching in front of her. "Have you seen a male cat--well, he's a kitten, actually--about this high--" she held one hand up--"and who looks a bit like Tumblebrutus?" She sounded hopeful.

"No, I'm sorry to say I haven't," Cornelia said, ducking her head under Jemima's arm in order to see Munkustrap better.

"Who are you looking at?" Jemima asked, following her gaze. "Oh. Huh. Well, imagine that." She grinned at Cornelia and said, "Well, you continue in your obviously addicting Munkustrap staring session while I go and look for Pouncival. I've not seen him yet."

"Okay," Cornelia grumbled as Jemima walked away. "Wait...Pouncival...." She turned back to Jemima. "Is that the cat that you were just asking about?"

"Yeah," Jemima said, as though it meant nothing. She'd learned that from Bombalurina, Cornelia knew.

"Do you like him or something?" Cornelia asked. Payback time, she thought, cackling maniacally in her head.

Jemima's face flushed a tiny bit. "No. Of course not. He's just my friend, and usually he's here early." She turned and walked away as swiftly as she could.

Oh, you're good, Cornelia thought. But I will foil you. For I am...the Rum Tum Tugger's daughter! Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! She mentally smacked her forehead. I have got to stop doing that.

Demeter, with much more confidence than she had had before, searched the junkyard for her daughter. She hadn't seen Jemima since she had gone to find Victoria. As she looked, she saw Victoria and Mistoffelees sitting near the bottom of the junkpile. The two were very close, she knew. She also suspected that Mistoffelees may have had a romantic passion for Victoria. If so, she hoped that things worked out.

She soon found Jemima. It appeared as though Jemima was looking for someone, too. "Jemima!" Demeter said, hugging her daughter. "I've been looking everywhere for you! Who are you looking for?"

"Oh, no one in particular," Jemima said. Demeter knew that she had been caught off-guard.

"You can tell me," Demeter told her kitten soothingly.

"Fine," Jemima agreed. "I'm looking for Pouncival. Do you know where he is? I've not seen him as of yet."

"No, I'm afraid I haven't," Demeter frowned. She was truly sorry for her daughter; Pouncival and Jemima had known each other since Jemima was born. "But I'll keep an eye out. All right?"

"Sure. Thanks, Mum." Jemima nuzzled her mother and continued in her search.

"Hello," Cornelia said, randomly popping up behind a male kitten--well, he wasn't a kitten exactly. He looked just on the verge of being a tom. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing in particular," the cat said, turning to face her. He had a light brown spot over his left eye. A little light went off in Cornelia's head.

"Are you Pouncival?" she asked him, cocking her head to one side.

"Yeah, I am," said the cat.

"Good," Cornelia said happily. Now Jemima won't tell anyone about my "obviously addicting Munkustrap staring session," she thought. "Jemima was looking for you earlier. If I was you, I would go and find her," she told him.

"Thanks," Pouncival said, and ran to meet Jemima.

Cornelia giggled to herself. Aww, she thought. That is so cute! Just then, Victoria and Mistoffelees caught her eye. She could tell that the poor magic cat was trying his best to not make eye contact with the lovely queen. Now to help Misto with his problem, she decided.

She saw Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie come into the junkyard with their trademark bags slung over their shoudlers. Cornelia was good friends with them. They were some of the few cats who knew her deepest secret. "Teazer!" Cornelia called. The orange tabby twins came over to her. "Teazer," she said, "did you bring me that book that I asked for?"

"Th'one about the American goth girl 'oo falls for a vampoire?" Rumpleteazer asked. Cornelia nodded. "Yeah, I go' it. Roigh...'ere." She pulled the novel out of her bag.

"Thanks, Teazer," said Cornelia. "Oh, and Jerrie, did you get those biscuits?" Mungojerrie pulled out the biscuits and Cornelia grabbed them. "Thanks!" Then she hurried to her dad's lair and plopped onto one of the so-called "couch cushions."

She skimmed right to the middle of the book--called Vampire Kisses--and opened it up. "Hmm," she hummed thoughtfully as she read. "Yeah, that seems like it would work...okay." She then compiled a list of tips for Misto.

After she was done, she hurried to Mistoffelees. "Hey, Tori," she said to Victoria. "You mind if I borrow Misto for a second?"

"Of course not," Victoria answered, wistfully watching all of the queens who had toms by their sides.

Cornelia pulled Mistoffelees aside. "I got something for you," she told him and gave him the meticulously folded piece of paper. "Read it."

Mistoffelees read, "How to Win Tori's Heart." He flushed and continued, "Number one: Don't listen to the Rum Tum Tugger. Number Two: Be yourself." He looked up at her. "That's it?"

"Pretty much," Cornelia shrugged.

"How do you come up with these things?" Misto asked, bewildered.

"I just do one thing, my friend," Cornelia said. "I read. Romance novels, in particular. There was this one, it was called Pride and Prejudice. Fabulous. Oh, and Emma. Loved that one. But that's not important. Now, go." She pushed him back to Victoria.

Munkustrap sat tensely, waiting just a tad bit impatiently for his father, Old Deuteronomy, to come into the junkyard. He had talked to Tantomile on one of the rare occasions that she was alone, and she had said that Deuteronomy would arrive with the reincarnation of Grizabella, the Glamour Cat.

"Hi, Dad," his daughter Jemima said, rubbing her head against his arm.

"Hi, Jem," said Munkustrap. "How's Victoria doing?" Jemima had told him about Plato, and he was now concerned about his half-sister.

"She seems fine now," Jemima said. "I think that Misto is helping her a lot. And I'm sure that he's enjoying it too!"

Just then, Mistoffelees ran through the center of the junkyard and between a clothes washer and an old nineteen-forties radio.

"Old Deuteronomy," Munkustrap sighed with relief. His tensions fell from his shoulders, and he rose to stand in the middle of the dance floor.

Jemima ran to get Victoria. "Be right back, Dad!" she called.

All of the Jellicles had become alert to Old Deuteronomy's coming, and they now gathered in the center of the yard to greet him.

A young, pale-gray striped tabby kitten came up to Munkustrap. "Hi," she said shyly. "Can you please tell me what's going on?"

"Old Deuteronomy, the Jellicle Leader, is coming," Munkustrap explained, looking into her blue eyes.

"Thanks," the kit said, quickly going over to Bombalurina.

When Old Deuteronomy finally came in, Munkustrap couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was Mistoffelees by his side, but so was an elder queen. The queen was still beautiful, despite her old age. Her coat was of a light gray color with brown-and-black stripes. Munkustrap decided that Tantomile's prediction had come true; Grizabella, Victoria's own mother, was with Old Deuteronomy.

The Rum Tum Tugger came out and led the tabby kitten to Old Deuteronomy. The kitten bowed her head and rubbed it against Old Deuteronomy's arm. Then, Old Deuteronomy and Grizabella proceeded to seat themselves on the grand tire.