Rebecca: Sorry I've been gone for so long, I'll try to write more.

Tigress: I better be in this damn chapter.

Cleo: Rebecca doesn't own Cats, enjoy!

Tigress's POV

Cleo and I had been told to look after the ADORABLE baby Marcus. He wasn't too much older than me, since I was still a kit. He was pretty much just a big-eyed ball of fuzz right now as I groomed him. He purred slightly and Cleo was just daydreaming about some tom. Marcus and I then proceeded to play a little, not too rough since he was a kitten.

Frances's POV

I was doing my usual watching, noting how cute the new kitten was, and trying not to notice the disgusting flirting going on with Bagheera and Gingeresca. Etcetera was lounging in the sun with her overgrown stomach bulging out, she should give birth very soon. Pouncival and some other toms were out hunting for the pack's meal. I always hunted for myself, since no one ever gave me food. I had become quite successful at it, too. But Macavity's henchmen had been watcing me more closely and frequently, they were growing dangerously close to the pack. I wouldn't let them hurt a soul.

"Frances!" Gingeresca was calling for me, so I leapt out by her.

"Yes?"

"Where've you been hiding?" she pawed at me and then bounded away, inviting me to follow her.

"Wait up," I chuckled and ran over to her so some kittens and us could play. They seemed more open then usual, it was a nice change. I felt like I was excepted, finally! …Until Etcetera started screaming.

"Frances! How dare you try to poison these innocent kits' minds!" she screamed, starting to waddle toward me. "Get away from them! You don't deserve to be with them, you horrid thing!" she started hitting me, clawing me a little.

"Etcetera, stop!" Gingeresca tried to pry her off of me, but Etcetera was too strong and crazy.

"You bastard! I wish I had killed you the day you came into this world!" she continued to hit me and claw me with more ferocity and force.

Ten I snapped, she had no right to do this to me, her son. I pushed her away with as much force as I could use and yelled, "Well, I wish you HAD killed me! Then I wouldn't have to endure ignorant cats like you damning me all ding dong day!"

Etcetera began to tear up, "How dare you speak to me that way, I am your mother."

"You're no mother of mine. I'm done hoping and praying for you to finally love me, your SON. You have no idea how long I've wanted my mom to tell her baby boy that she loves me," I started tearing up, as well.

Pouncival came up and hissed, "Don't you go looking for sympathy, demon child."

"Shut up, you fool," I said through gritted teeth. "I am no demon child, If You Even Looked For ONE MINUTE YOU WOULD SEE THAT I AM A GOOD PERSON!" and with that, I ran off crying.

"Frances!" Gingeresca had called, but then Etcetera began screaming so terribly loud.

"Etcetera! Somebody help!" Pouncival came to comfort her. Jellylorum and Jennyanydots came rushing to her side.

"Oh lord, she's gone into labor," Jellylorum said and then glanced worriedly at Jennyanydots. "It looks like it's going to be a nasty one…"

"Oh, I hope she'll be okay," Jennyanydots muttered before her and Jellylorum moved her to a more private place with Pouncival following.

"If she dies, it'll be Frances's fault," Bagheera spat bitterly.

"Oh, shush, Bagheera," Gingeresca said. "Don't be mean, it's not his fault. His own mother doesn't even love him, that must hurt him so much…"

Cleopatra spoke in a sweet, calm tone to Bagheera, "There's no need to be bitter…"

"Yeah! We don't want Marcus thinking it's okay to be hateful," Tigress added while she cuddled with the kitten. Bagheera just growled and stomped away with Cleopatra following him.

Gingeresca started looking around for me calling, "Frances!" But I didn't want her to see me like this, I was crying and hurting. I didn't want a beautiful female seeing me so weak. But she kept on calling and looking for me, "Frances!"

"Gingeresca… Stay away from the demon child…" I whispered, praying that somehow she'd hear me.

"Frances!" she sounded close, oh no… I started to make my exit further into the shadows, but I slipped on something and caused a little ruckus. "Frances?" she must've heard me. I lay still, but she came closer, entering the shadows. Oh, Gingeresca… Stay away from the shadows.

She then stumbled upon me and gasped, Frances?" I've been looking for you… Are you ok?" She laid down next to me.

I sat up and sniffed, "I'm fine."

"…You don't have to pretend, she's suppose to be your mother."

I looked at her and saw compassion and trust, something I'd never seen go my way. "I… I don't want to be hated," then I cried and she help me while I cried.

Elsewhere, Etcetera was pushing her two babies out, a boy and a girl. The boy, the oldest, was named Dallas, and the girl, the youngest, was named Onicka. It was a nasty birth, as Jellylorum had predicted, and, sadly, Etcetera had gone into a coma. Most thought she would die, but Pouncival would not allow those rumors to reach his ears. I visited her sleeping form daily, but only in secret. The older kittens were ordered to take care of Dallas and Onicka while Pouncival was with Etcetera, which was most of the time.

"Aw, I think Onicka likes you, Frances," Tigress taunted. "Look at the way she looks at you." Onicka did seem to enjoy Frances's company.

"Well, I think Marcus has a little thing for you, Tigress," Frances chuckled, followed by the rest of the group giggling.

"I think we can all say, everyone here has a crush on someone, so it's okay," Cleopatra said shyly, quickly glancing at Bagheera.

"I guess we can all admit to that," Gingeresca said, glancing at me and making my heart flutter.

There was a sudden shriek and we turned to see Macavity and his henchmen storming into the junkyard. "Frances, my boy! How've you been?"

I hissed at him, "Get away!" The henchmen swiftly grabbed a number of cats, including Frances's friends, and held them in n immovable position. "What do you want?"

"I want you, my son. And your sweet mother, but she's a bit… preoccupied." Macavity grinned.

"I'm not your son, my parents are nonexistence since I refuse to follow you and since Etcetera refuses to accept me. Leave now, you're wasting your time." I glared at him.

"This time, I'm much more serious. You come to my clan, where you'll be loved and trained, or your friends come with me. And they won't be as loved as you'd be, if you get what I'm saying," he nodded to one of the henchmen who then hit a certain pressure point that made the tom cry out in agony.

"Don't hurt anyone! Please, don't hurt them," I pleaded.

"You know what you have to do, then," Macavity replied.

I looked around, at the scared people who looked at me for an answer, then I looked at Gingeresca. She looked surprisingly calm, she shook her head and said, "You don't have to do this."

I looked into her beautiful blue eyes mournfully and said, "I do, and you know it… Goodbye." I looked at Macavity and began walking to him.

"No!" Gingeresca shrieked and squirmed in the henchman's grasp, "No! Frances! Don't go! NO! DON'T GO!" She screamed and sobbed. It took so much for me not to run back and hold her and tell her I'd never leave her. I just breathed deeply and went to Macavity.

"You made the right choice, now let's go," he nudged me in front of him and his henchmen and us bounded away, to his clan. I never looked back, if I did I would've bounded back to them. And I couldn't do that, the evil tom next to me wouldn't allow it. Plus, it would hurt too many innocent cats. I was headed to the evilest thing I could imagine, and the only good in my life was far behind me and possibly crying. I would never be bad, though. I'd stay good, that I promised myself, for Gingeresca. Maybe I could come back, maybe she could love me back… Maybe she'd end up with Bagheera while I became alone and bitter like Macavity.

Gingeresca's POV

I couldn't stop sobbing, no matter how many people comforted me. I felt broken, it was so strange. Why did I feel so utterly horrible? Was it that Macavity almost had me killed? No. Was it that Frances was gone? No… But it had to be that he was gone. No, it wasn't that Frances was gone. It was that the tom I love had left. He had looked me in the eyes, heartbreak in his eyes, and left to protect her and everyone in the clan. He was a hero, but people were too stupid to see it. But I could see it, crystal clear. I love Frances, and that was the end of it. I couldn't help it, but I love him… And I know that I'll find him, no matter what. I'll find him and we'll be happy and in love.