A/N: I'm back! I was away on a school camp to Tasmania for a week, but now I'm here to write some more! (I actually wrote this chapter using the notes app on my ipod touch. Tada!)
Insane Tara: I love your name! :p And, yeah, clothing and loathing rhyme, so it had to stay. Forgive me!
Musicgal3: Boo for the notebook! Yeah, I'm writing on my iPod now, which I will never lose!
Jellicle-Wishes: Wicked is awesome. I'm so sad I couldn't get the Australian version of the soundtrack… it was that song that inspired me to continue writing!
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Okay, so I'm not exactly a saint. I sat and do an awful lot of things I know I'll regret later, when I look back on my life. But something about this Sil, this perfect queen, bothers me to no end. How is it she just so easily accepted, while the rest of us have to work so hard for it? Why is it she is just so perfect in such an effortless way? What is it about her? And so, near instantly, a plot formed in my mind. Something that would cut her down to size, make her have to struggle as I – I mean WE – have struggled. It simply isn't fair!
"Victoria, if you claw any harder into that log you'll never get your claws out." Of course Jenny was right – she has been watching over me almost since my birth, constantly worrying over my condition, making sure that I'm always happy. Although guilt sometimes festers inside, I do not tell her that she takes this so far as to spoil me, giving me anything I can think of. I am, after all, the only daughter she has.
I look down in a hopefully convincing mock-shock, pulling my claws from the small log I was mutilating. I smiled and giggled in my perfected innocent way, batting my eyelashes and standing, kicking the log away. "Woops. Sorry, mother, I'll try not to do it again."
"It's quite alright, sweetums," Jenny cooed, waving it away with a paw and a happy smile, "It's not the only log in the forest." I laughed loudly; like it was the funniest thing I had ever heard, in a small attempt to humor her. She laughed also, directing me out of the den to the morning practice. "Must not be late, even though I must personally say you don't need the practice." Jenny commented. What can I say? Flattery gets you far.
"Oh no, mother, I haven't learnt this year's dances yet." I said happily.
"Too right." She nodded in agreement as we arrived.
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At this moment, in the early morning, Dell awoke after a late night in the den he had slowly grown used to, Etcetera's tiny face terrifying close to his own. He yelled loudly, only to back into the wall and hit his head loudly on the wooden rafter.
"Sorry!" The young queenkit cried, stepping back quickly as he fell forwards, clutching his throbbing head, red already spreading beneath the fur. A paw placed on his saw skull, Dell blinked repeatedly, trying to keep his vision from swimming dizzily as he stood.
"What are you doing, Etcetera?" He asked. She bit her lip, kneading a paw into the ground nervously.
"Well, I, um, just wanted to see if you wanted to… you know… hang out?" She asked. Dell groaned under his breath, sneakily hidden as a moan of pain and not aggravation, before laughing.
"You could have waited until I was awake, rather than just staring at me." He said. He motioned for her to follow, leading her out of the den.
"Why aren't you at that dance practice thing with all the other kittens?" He asked.
"I have an allergy to one of the plant types in the forest. My nose gets all stuffy, and then I can't breathe, so I'm not allowed to go." She said sadly, pouting. Dell suddenly felt sad for the poor kitten, placing a paw on her back in a most comforting manner.
"And all your friends are there?" He asked. All Etcetera did was nod. "Well," he smiled, "I need some breakfast, and I'd like to have a little helper out there. You got any ideas who could help me?" He began to look around the empty junkyard, as though looking for someone. Etcetera's hand shot up like a lightning bolt.
"I'll do it, I'll do it!" She squealed.
"Thank you Etcetera, I don't know what I'd do without you!" He said over-enthusiastically, as he dragged her out to start hunting.
'Sometimes,' he thought, 'you gotta take a hit for the team.'
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The days passed quickly for some, slowly for others. Dell and Sil had there separate problems, each praying for the day that they would be reunited, to get away from their annoying issues.
Victoria, despite not being able to understand exactly why she found Sil so infuriating, continued to turn the other kittens against her, although some would turn back in a heartbeat. Etcetera continued to follow Dell, at times as a pest, at others as a friend. And although they were both learning something, whether it be dancing, or the best way to escape from unwanted situations, they both felt that anything they learnt would be useless compared to what they lost – a small sense of security and friendship, even for only a few days.
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A/N: I'm not exactly sure what the last bit is, but I needed to make the chapter a little longer. Really, I'm just using fillers until I can get Sil back home, and so I wanted to ask whether I should have another of these chapters, or just make the next chapter Sil's return to the junkyard? Anyway, please review!