Chapter 1, "The Jellicle Kitten Crew"
It was almost midnight. The clouds against the full moon made it look as though it was the face of a cat. From the small trash pit, about half a mile from the junkyard, a group of voices, like those of children, rang out.
Jellicle Kits come out tonight
Jellicle Kits come one, come all
The Jellicle Moon is shining bright
Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball
Jellicle Kits are black and white
Jellicle Kits are rather small
Jellicle Kits are merry and bright
And pleasant to hear when we caterwaul
The Jellicle Kittens were practicing their Jellicle songs. For they knew one day, when they became of age, they could go to the real Jellicle Ball.
"Alright gang, that's a rap!" a silver and black tabby called out. It was Munkutrap, son of Munkustrap. Like his father, he was a born leader. All the kittens looked up to him.
"Finally! I don't think my hips can take much more. I don't know how my dad does it!" a small Maine coon whined. Rum Tum Topper was the splitting image of his father, except for the small skull on his belt.
"Well, maybe you should spend more time practicing instead of flirting. I've already got my dad's 'Conjuring Turn' mastered." a small black and white feline added as she twirled, glitter flying around as she did. If it weren't for her been a girl, little Mista could probably be mistaken for her magical father. The kits didn't call her "Madam Mistoffelees" for nothing.
These 3 kits were the top cats in the group of young Jellicles. All the rest of the kits looked up to them. (Although, the girls mostly looked up to Topper)
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"I say, at this rate, we'll make it to the ball in no time!" said Munkutrap as the Kits started for home.
"Yeah, but Dad say's we should reserve our terpsichorean powers." a thin, brown and black tom replied. It was Bruss, whose name was really Brussel. Like his father, Gus, he was a marvelous actor.
"To dance by the light of the Jellicle Moon, duh!" a tabby queen with stripes and spots squeaked. Pennyanydots was always happy and carefree during night. But like her mother, she sits around all day doing nothing.
"We all know the Jellicle Moon makes are dancing abilities stronger." a black & gold queen agreed. Jemeter was the oldest queen of the Kits who secretly had a crush on Munkutrap. The only Kits who knew were her best friend Tombalurina and Penny.
"Humph, too bad it doesn't improve our thieving skills." A calico tom butted in. "So true!" said another. Mungoharrie and Rumpelsqueezer were the twins of the two notorious thieves. But unlike their parents, they were good, well-behaved, decent kittens. While everyone thought they were completely perfect, their parents thought they were a disgrace.
Suddenly, there was a rustle of leaves. "Let's hurry and get home." a pure white tom said, "I don't want to run into a Pollicle." Victor was always shy but never afraid to show his feelings.
"Don't be such a scaredy-cat! As long as I'm around, no Pollicle would dare come near us!" a hairy black cat with a big white "U" on his chest exclaimed. UnderCat, son of RumpusCat, always made a big fuss over stuff like that.
"HA! That's a laugh! You can't even scare a mouse, let alone a Pollicle!" laughed a brown tabby wearing a vest. Spindleshanks was right. UnderCat was nothing like his father.
"Grrr, at least I don't spend all day sleeping in a luggage van!" he spat. It was true, but no one could blame Spindle for his laziness. After all, he did work along side his father on the Northern Mail.
Munk rolled his eyes and looked up at the night sky. These twelve Kitten friends made up what they called The Jellicle Kitten Crew or The JKC. He sighed as he thought about it. It hadn't always been this way. There was once one other Jellicle in the group. A Jellicle whom he had thought to be his friend.
Dacavity, son of Macavity the Hidden Paw, was once the exact opposite of his father. Dacavity was a ginger cat who was very thin and tall. Munk would know him if he saw him for his eyes were always sunken in. His head was highly domed. His brow was deeply lined in thought. His coat was dusty from his father's neglect and his whiskers were half combed. His father never payed any attention to him and always thought he was weak.
Dacavity had been Munk's friend for many years. Although they didn't have the same past, Munk some how understood how Dacavity felt. But everything changed the day when Dacavity betrayed him and attacked the other Kits. Munk shuddered as he tried to forget the horrible memory.
"Alright you two! Stop fighting!" Tombalurina said, trying to break up Spindle and UnderCat. Munk let out another sigh and started paying attention to the road. Little did he, or any of the other kits, know that they were being watched by a pair of icy, yellow eyes.
Author's Note:
Hey hope you like my 1st fan-fic. Just a note for all you who skipped my Author's note chapter, I just mix up the original names. And if anyone has any ideas for names for Plato, Alonzo, Coricopat, etc.'s kids, just leave a review.