a/n – So sorry that it has been forever since I updated this. Long story; I lost my notebook and when I finally found it I had School stuff and was super busy. Now I have it and am on Christmas Break so chapter 2 is now here

I don't own CATS, the amazing Andrew Lloyd Webber does.

This Morning I woke up at dawn, my second favorite time of day. I stretched as I glanced over at my parents' nest, they were fast asleep. So I left our den to find something to eat. I crept out into the junk yard, I saw a mouse on this side of Misto's pipe and I was really hungry. I pounced but I wasn't fast enough. It turns out Tumble had seen the mouse too. I landed on his back, I had seen him in enough time to retract my claws, thankfully, we didn't need to see Jenny over a little mouse.

"Ahh," Tumble exclaimed in shock.

"Sorry, I didn't see you looking at the mouse until after I sprang."

"It's alright Jem."

"Could you help me break my curfew tonight?" I blurted before I could stop myself. Tumble just laughed as he said, "Sure Jem, I know you hate that curfew, but only if you go to the ball with me."

I gasped I would only be coming of age that day; it would be my first ball as a grown queen. I hadn't thought about what had to happen on that night much. I thought of Vicky and Plato. I had to dance like that with someone tomorrow!

"um," I managed to stammer out, " sure, Tumble I'll go to the ball with you tomorrow night, but you might want to tell my dad –" I never finished the thought, no sooner had the word dad come out of my mouth, you'd never guess who strutted towards us.

"Tell me what?" dad asked.

"That I'm now taking Jem to the ball tomorrow," Tumble said bravely. I can honestly say that never in my life has dad been speechless, until now. He just jerked his head so as to tell tumble to follow him and stalked over to the Heaviside tire and sat waiting. I got off Tumble, who gave me the mouse, then ran to the tire himself and sat with dad. As I ate I watched them carefully; dad was talking to tumble, I wasn't close enough to hear what he was saying. So I focused my attention on Tumble. This would be his fourth ball as a full tom. He didn't mate at his first ball because there were no queens coming of age. The next ball Tumble was sick so he spent the entire evening in Jenny's medical den, and to be honest that night two years ago had not been fun for me. I had spent it constantly worrying about him and trying to escape my mother to check on him when I wasn't needed for something. Last year Vicky came of age and mated with Plato. That year was the first time we had been allowed to watch the mating dance, us kittens I mean. We all grew up in the months after that; Electra two months later, mated with Misto, Etcetera three months ago, mated with Pounce two months ago when he came of age, and now me tomorrow, with Tumble by the look of things.

a/n – It's longer than chapter one! Please, please, please review. I need the criticism; my only request is that there are no flames.