A/N: Another one up! On a roll!

Tiherina: Why thank you! See? Another chapter just for getting a review ^_^ They makes me happy.

Musicgal3: Excuse me, while i jump and scream. 'I GOTS A REVIEW!! WEE!' Yes, I loved writing those lines. I always get his name wrong when I'm not paying attention, and Who Where Whatter was what I called him when I first heard his name. Tee! Pssst – The Prophecy has something to do with the past, the present, and the future. That's all I got so far. ^_^

The nightly meeting was generally a quiet time, where Munkustrap would explain things about the day that were relevant to everyone. Newborns were celebrated, new mates, and deaths were mourned. Every now and again they would joke around, like a large group of friends, a family. But tonight was definitely different.

The moon shone down on the Junkyard, illuminating the group of Jellicles chattering with each other.

"Have you seen the new two? I wonder what they're doing here?" Queens gossiped. Munkustrap stood, and quickly silence fell.

"I'm sure most of you have either met Sil or Dell. They will be staying with us for a while." Munkustrap said.

"Are they Jellicles?" Plato asked. Munkustrap shrugged.

"We don't know. We are hoping through their time here we will find out." He said calmly.

"Why are they staying?" Cassandra asked. Jellylorum took in a sharp breath.

"Last night… there was an unfortunate accident. Whilst trying to cross the street near the night post their mother and younger sister, Shock, were crushed by a human car." There were collective gasps and cries of 'oh dear'. Dell wrapped an arm around his sister's shoulders. Jenny and Jelly were sitting nearby, ready to take the poor queen away should she break out into tears.

"Where are they staying?" Skimbleshanks asked, looking towards the silver tabby, truly worried about the two poor cats before him.

"I'm sure Jellylorum or Jennyanydots wouldn't mind--"

"We would like for them to stay with us." Coricopat and Tantomile chorused, and some of the kittens started to talk in hushed whispers. Munkustrap raised a brow, waiting for an explanation he already knew.

"I had a vision in the night. I feel they may be involved, and so would like to keep them nearby just in case." Tantomile said.

"Their presence may help us discover the meaning of the prophecy." Coricopat added.

"We are not ready to publicly speak it yet." They chorused, finally. Munkustrap nodded, agreeing to their plan.

"I'm sure there isn't much other news today. Goodnight, friends." Munkustrap said, moving towards his golden mate, Demeter.

"Will they be okay?" She said, looking towards them, worry etched across her face.

"I see no reason not to trust the twins. Now the other twins, that would be a worry…" He joked, leading his mate towards their den, chuckling together.

The mystic twins had spent the day enlarging their den, again glad there weren't many other living too nearby to them. There was now a small alcove under a large plastic basket, filled with soft blankets.

"I hope you won't mind sharing that little space." Tantomile said softly, leading them in. From what the siblings had heard about the twins, it was strange for anyone to be in their den. Sil looked around as Dell conversed with the twins. A large candle sat in the corner, illuminated with rich orange light. The den was fairly small, but the ceiling was high. It seemed very stable and well made. Tantomile and Coricopat had beds near each other, and a small pile of books sat nearby. The one on top of the pile, sitting open, was in a language Sil couldn't understand.

"It's latin." Coricopat said suddenly, turning to her. She jumped slightly, before nodding. The dark twin seemed nice enough, if not very social. She smiled.

"Thank you. I'm… really sorry if I seem too sad." The twins looked at each other, approaching her.

"It's okay." Tantomile said softly.

"We lost our parents at a young age too." Coricopat added. By this point, Dell had reverted to lying on a blue cotton blanket it their alcove. Sil nodded, sniffling slightly. Suddenly, two pairs of thin arms wrapped around her.

She knew this was probably strange for the two, and she had only just met them, but it didn't feel awkward. It almost felt… familiar. Like old family. She rested her head on Tantomile chest before they pulled away. They said their goodnights and as Coricopat blew out the candle, the twins smiled at her.

And she smiled back.

A/N: Cori and Tanto are like, my favorite characters. I've decided to give them a personality, unlike in most other stories where they just seem like soulless future see-ers with no other use. Lol. Semi-rant.

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