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Jemima crept up the side of the car and pushed open the hood. She pounced onto the rusted, old engine and made herself comfortable. She wasn’t sure how she felt about becoming a queen. Victoria, her sister, had become a queen at the last Jellicle Ball. She has said she would meet Jemima here when the moon rose. Where could she be? The brownish-black kitten scanned the Junkyard for a sign of movement from her perch under the hood. Suddenly, she saw her. She was sitting in the old oven that she and Plato slept in, talking to him. Well, Victoria was talking and Plato was staring at her in a way that Jemima considered offensive. She jumped out from under the hood and scampered to Victoria’s side. “Hello, Viki!” She said, rubbing her neck in greeting.   “Good evening, Jemima.” Said Victoria, returning the greeting. Plato inclined his head to Jemima, and then turned back to Victoria. “So, what did Munkustrap do?” Jemima tugged at Victoria’s tail. “Viki…? What about your promise?”  Victoria turned to Plato. “I’m sorry, Plato, but I did promise to talk to Jemima.” Plato nodded his approval and the girls hurried off. As soon as they were out of earshot, both girls dropped their proper attitude. “How do you stand him? He’s so boring!”
“Well, we don’t talk too much. Mostly, we just kiss.” Jemima giggled, but Victoria didn’t. “I’m serious, Jemima!”
“Sorry, Viki.” Jemima said “Anyway, what’s being a queen like?”
“Well, you don’t really do much.” Victoria stated thoughtfully. “Just sit around and look good, mostly.” Jemima sat down on the giant tire that lay in the middle of the Junkyard, and stretched out lazily. “But, what about…” She lowered her voice conspiratorially. “Mating?” Victoria sat down next to Jemima. “Jemi, don’t worry! You’re very pretty, and I’m sure a perfectly good Tom will choose you. I mean, look at me!”
“But Viki…What if nobody chooses me?” Jemima turned to her sister and saw that she wasn’t listening. She was staring towards the center of the Junkyard, where
Mr. Mistoffolees was doing magic tricks for the entertainment of Poncival and Cassandra. Jemima set her paw on her sister’s shoulder. Victoria started. “Jemi! Don’t do that!” Jemima disregarded this. “Go to him!” She said. “If you love him, go talk to him!” Victoria shook her paw off. “It’s not that simple…” She gazed at the black Tom again. “Besides, he’s with Cassandra now.” Jemima followed her gaze just in time to see Cassandra clutch at Misto’s leg. He shook her off with a smile and glanced up at Victoria. She gave him a sad smile and inclined her head. Misto climbed up the tire and sat down next to Jemima. “Hello, Quaxo.” Said Jemima slyly. Misto’s real name was Quaxo, but he liked to be called Mr. Mistoffolees when he was performing. “You know I don’t like it when you call me that.” He said, nipping her playfully on the ear. Victoria held out her paw and said, “Good evening, Misto. I trust that you are well?”
Misto looked a little confused at Victoria’s formality, but touched her paw gently and answered. “Very well, thank you. Cassandra is expecting the kittens any day now.” Victoria’s face turned, if possible, even whiter. “Kittens?” She repeated weakly. “Yes, kittens. Did you think that she was just gaining weight?” Giggled Jemima. Victoria gave her a gaze full of loathing. “You knew about this, and you didn’t tell me?” Jemima looked ashamed.

 

    Unseen to either of them, Misto crept back down the tire and towards Cassandra. He waited for her to extend her paw, and then touched it lightly with his own. He felt terrible. He was stuck with a mate that he didn’t want, and the queen that he really wanted had already mated with another. He had missed his chance. “What’s the matter, Misto?” asked Cassandra, stretching out as much as she could in her present condition. “Nothing…It’s just…Nothing.” He said, rubbing her head. “You know, the Jellicle ball is coming up soon.”
  The Jellicle ball was the one night of the year that the Jellicle moon shone. All of the cats came to the ball to mate and to meet the new kittens that may have been born during the year. A few of the cats lived at the Junkyard year-round, but most of them had Humans that took care of them, and only came there for the Jellicle ball. The ball also meant new mates.
  “I know,” Cassandra said, “I’m hoping that the kittens will be born by then so I can have a proper mating.”
“Mmmhmmm…” Purred Misto. He wasn’t really listening. He had just spotted the Rum Tum Tugger coming through the tunnel. “Hold that thought” He said, standing up and heading for the tunnel. Tugger saw him and inclined his head. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Magical Mr. Mistoffolees! How’s the Conjuring Cat doing today?
  “Not so good, Tugger.” Misto sighed. “What? It’s not Cassandra is it? She looks like quite a catch to me.” Said Tugger, straightening his ruff.
  “She’s pretty and all, but she doesn’t like to talk, or watch my magic or much else.” Misto said. Tugger didn’t seem to hear him. “So, what’s this I hear about Cassandra having kittens?”
  “What about it?” Misto said coolly. “So it’s true! Congratulations, dude!” Said Tugger, clapping him on the back. Misto shrugged and stared at his paws. “So, how’s Bombalurina?”
  “Oh…” Tugger said, looking indifferent, “She’s alright.” Tugger was gazing over at the middle of the Junkyard, where Poncival, Etcetera and Jemima were playing Cat and Mouse. Poncival, the Cat, was chasing Jemima. He tripped on his own tail and tumbled into Jemima, who crashed into Etcetera, and nearly landed on top of Cassandra. Cassandra hissed and slunk back into the safety of the shadows. Jemima and Etcetera, the two Princesses, giggled and shrieked at Poncival, who was hopelessly tangled in his own tail.
  “They won’t be kittens forever, you know.” Misto said, touching Tugger’s shoulder lightly. Tugger jumped. “What?”
  “Jemima. She won’t be a Princess forever. She’s turning into a queen at this Jellicle ball.” Misto said softly. “Rumor has it that Poncival is going to ask her to mate.” Tugger glanced back at the brown and black kitten. It was hard to imagine that the most inquisitive and thoughtful kitten in the clan was going to be a Queen. No longer a member of his kitten fan club, but a Queen, proud and strong. He would miss her.

 

  In the middle of his thinking, which he didn’t do very often, there was an earsplitting scream. Misto leapt to his feet and surveyed the Junkyard, looking for the source of the pained scream. Suddenly, he saw it. Cassandra, lying in the shade of a cardboard box, was writhing around in obvious discomfort. Jemima, Victoria, and Jellylorum were all sitting at her side. Time seemed to stand still. Misto sprinted across the Junkyard, leaping over the many heaps of trash, and blasting away the large boxes that were strewn across the ground. He finally skidded to a halt at Cassandra’s side. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

  Jellylorum looked up at him with sparking eyes. “Kittens, Misto. Thank the Everlasting Cat they’re all okay.”

  Misto looked down at where Jellylorum was pointing and saw 3 balls of fur curled up beside Cassandra, protected by her outstretched paw. The first kitten was black all over, save for a few tufts of white on his chest and face. The second kitten was the spitting image of her mother, with the exact same markings around her tightly closed eyes. The third kitten looked nothing like his mother or his father. He was brown with white stripes running down his back and chest. The tips of his ears were white as fresh cream.

 

Mistieana fan fiction

This is my fan fiction, Mistieana part I : Forgotton

“And when you reach the scene of crime

Macavity’s not there!”

Mistieana sat atop the highest perch in the junkyard watching the sunrise. This was her favorite place to go to be alone and to sing. She was only a kitten and yet she had one of the purest most beautiful voices in the whole junkyard. “Macavity, Macavity. There’s no one like Macavity. He’s broken every human law. He breaks the law of gravity.” “Why do you always sing that dreadful song Misty”? Mistieana whirled around. It was Victoria. “Why do you sing it” the white cat repeated? Mistieana allowed her muscles to relax. "Oh I don't know" she shrugged. "It has such an air of mystery to it" "True enough, but it also carries evil" Victoria shivered. "Just thinking about Macavity frightens me". Mistieana smiled. Victoria had been her friend ever since she came to the junkyard. Mistieana flashed back 2 years before:

Victoria sat on the car hood watching Jemima and Etcetera play with the newest addition to the junkyard, Caddalina. Caddalina was the female kitten of Demeter and Munkustrap and she looked exactly like her mother. As Victoria rested under the warm morning sun, Jemima scurried towards her. "Vicki, come quick" she cried excitedly. Victoria followed her younger sister to the edge of the junkyard, where Etcetera, Caddalina, and a 3rd small kitten sat. The kitten was white with a silver patch over each eye and a silver back. She had green eyes tinged with blue, the colors of the sea, and a pitch black diamond on her right paw. "What’s your name little one" Victoria cooed. The kitten made a pitiful sound and shook her head violently. "She hasn't been to naming before" said Etcetera excitedly. "We need to bring her to Old Deuteronomy." Victoria nodded and picked the kitten up by the scruff of her neck. "Let’s go".
Old Deuteronomy stood over the kitten watching her closely as the other Jellicles looked on in silence. Finally after several minutes of suspense, Old Deuteronomy lifted the kitten into the air and announced "The name of the princess whose parents are unknown shall hence forth be Mistieana". The Jellicles reached out and touched the kitten "Mistieana" they chanted "Mistieana".

“Mistieana what’s wrong?" Mistieana snapped back to the present and saw Victoria looking at her, concerned. "Nothing" Mistieana sighed. "I was just thinking about the day I came to the junkyard". Victoria smiled sympathetically. "It is a shame that you never knew your parents". Mistieana nodded sadly. Not a day went by when she didn't think about who her parents might have been. "Anyway" said Victoria breaking into Mistieana’s thoughts. "Sing something more pleasant to match the sunrise. I have to go". Victoria headed back to the junkyard below. Mistieana sighed as she turned her eyes back to the harbor that could be seen in the distance. She racked her brain for a melody that would match the sunlight sparkling on the water. It didn't take her long to find one.

"Across the sea. On the horizon

Why does the white cat call?

Across the sea. On the horizon

When will the Jellicle moon rise?

again"?

At mid morning Mistieana heard Demeter calling her. Gracefully, Mistieana slid down her perch. As she headed for her home Mistieana had yet another flashback:

"Who will take this orphaned kitten and raise her as their own"? Old Deuteronomy asked. There was silence for a second and then "I will". Everyone turned to see who had spoken. It was Demeter. "Caddalina and she shall be good friends". Munkustrap nodded his approval. "It is decided then" announced Old Deuteronomy. Mistieana shall be the adopted kitten of Demeter and Munkustrap.

Mistieana snapped back to reality as she entered her home, to find Demeter there. "Victoria and Jemima have invited you, Caddalina, Etcetra, and Electra over to spend the night with them. Do you accept", Demeter asked? "Of cource" said Mistieana excitedly! She and her friends hadn't spent the night togeather in a long time. "Good" Demeter nodded. "I'll let them know. Run along and play" As Mistieana searched for her friends she noticed a cat slinking by the edge of the junkyard. When she caught full glimpse of his face she saw a jagged scar running down his forhead. Suddenly a burning pain shot through Mistieana's paw. She looked down to see her black dimond birth mark glowing red. As the pain stopped she looked back at where the cat had been. He was gone!

Ch. 2: The New Target

Macavity sat on his throne drumming his claws, awaiting Zazor’s return. The cat had been gone almost two hours. As Macavity sat, his patience growing thin, the doors to the throne room opened. In tromped the twins, Cattamier and Zufier, with Bonconlo, a long time prisoner, in between them. "Bonconlo has agreed to join, Master" announced Cattamier, bowing low. "Finally." growled Macavity. "Some news worth hearing.” The red and black cat leapt down from his throne and landed in front of Bonconlo. The brown striped cat didn't even bat an eye. Wordlessly Macavity took one claw and dragged it down Bonconlo's forehead in a zig- zag formation, leaving a jagged scar behind. It was the brand of Macavity's followers. "Welcome, Bonconlo." Macavity said with a mocking smile. The new servant bowed low. Macavity turned to Zufier. "Move Bonconlo to the main room. He will sleep there now." Zufier nodded and he and Bonconlo left the room. Cattamier stayed behind. "Has Zazor returned yet?" Macavity asked. Cattamier shook his head. "Not that I've seen." "How long does it take the damn cat to scout the Junkyard?!" Macavity cursed. Cattamier shrugged "At least you can trust that he must have something good." "I don't trust my brother." said Macavity shaking his head. "I never have. That’s probably why I’m still alive.” Cattamier laughed. "So what crime is Zazor scouting out this time? Thievery? Terrorizing? Murder?" "Catnapping." said Macavity. "I need to find out where the target will be tonight" "Is it pretty Victoria?" Cattamier guessed, mockingly "Little Jemima? Foxy Bombalurina?... or maybe Demeter again?” Macavity shook his head to all. "I will take any cat that gets in our way but the main target is a kitten that came to the Junkyard two years ago. Her name is Mistieana. I noticed her three months ago at the Jellicle ball, when I captured Old Deuteronomy. She seems familiar to me but I can't put my paw on it." "Mistieana? Is that the one with the patch over each eye?" inquired Cattamier? "That’s the one." said Macavity. "Why do you ask?”

"Well, I was scrounging around this morning at sunrise and I saw her sitting on top of the highest perch in the junkyard. She was singing your song, actually. She's got a hell of a singing voice.” “My song…” questioned Macavity. “Yeah.” said Cattamier “You know, Macavity, Macavity-” “I know what my song is, you fool!” snarled Macavity “I want to know why she was singing it!” “Well…” Cattamier thought for a minute. “She said something about it having an air of mystery to it.” “Kittens!” Macavity sighed. “They’re always curious about the mysterious. Let me know when you see Zazor.” Cattamier bowed and exited the throne room. Macavity jumped back onto his throne and sighed. He was hoping to make the abandoned warehouse that he and his Hench Cats called base grander, but he was too busy at the time. They had been living here ever since Demeter escaped and told the Jellicles where Macavity’s old base was. It wasn’t much, but it was spacious. It contained several rooms: Macavity’s throne room, his quarters, Zazor’s quarters (Zazor, Macavity’s brother, was the only servant who got his own room), the main room (This was where everyone else slept), the kitchen, the storage room (for Macavity’s stolen treasures), the interrogation room, and the basement (This served as a prison). As Macavity watched the clock on the wall tick the door to the throne room burst open. In walked Zazor, with a bag over his shoulder. “Zazor” snarled Macavity “What took you so long I’ve been waiting for hours!” Zazor grinned devilishly. Macavity sighed. He knew that look. “What are you up to Zazor” Macavity groaned. “Sorry I’m late” Zazor said. “I had a… Oh lets just say… a loose end that needed to be tied up”. He opened the bag and dumped a small kitten on to the floor. The kitten was trembling from head to toe and when she saw Macavity she hissed and tried to run. As Zazor caught the kitten by the tail Macavity jumped down from his throne and growled “Hostages are illegal without my permission”. Zazor laughed “You’re one to talk about illegal” Macavity aimed a slashed at Zazor who dodged it. Zufier, not wanting to witness another Macavity vs. Zazor fight said "I'll just wait outside" He scrambled from the room. Zazor, meanwhile, was still trying to tame Macavity's oncoming swipes. "It was necessary" he said quickly "The runt was following me! She would have told the whole junkyard we were up to something"! Macavity suddenly froze in mid swing. He had noticed the wild look of fear in the kitten’s eyes. He knew that look. Demeter! "What's you're name" Macavity growled pointing one black claw at the kitten. "E-E-Etcetera" the kitten whimpered. She was Demeter's child all right. Hate for Demeter shone in Macavity's eyes making Etcetera shudder. “Zufier” Macavity yelled abruptly. Zufier hurried back into the throne room. Macavity turned to his servant, smiling evilly. “Take our new guest to the basement while I have a chat with my dear brother”. Zufier, seeing where this was going, grabbed the kitten by the scruff of her neck and bolted out of the room. “So” said Macavity turning to his brother. “Since you have already slipped, and let the kitten follow you, I trust you have decent information to make up for it”. Zazor’s face dropped. “Well I wasn’t able to stay long because of the runt, but I found out that Mistieana is spending the night with some friends”. “Where” growled Macavity! “When? How many friends? Any adults? Speak! All traces of humor left Zazor’s face when he said “I didn’t exactly get that information” “You fool” snarled Macavity! He aimed a strike at Zazor’s face and this time the black cat wasn’t able to dodge it. He was sent crashing to the floor, with 5 deep gashes across his cheek. “I need to know all of the info and you give me one clue”! Macavity was screaming now. I swear if I hadn’t swore on mother’s death bed that I wouldn’t kill you… I’d kill you”! “That’s why I brought the kitten” whispered Zazor. “She can tell you everything”! Macavity stopped yelling. His face twisted into a demonic grin. “Then make yourself useful and take Etcetera to the interrogation room”. Zazor nodded and scurried out of the room, hand over his cheek. Macavity chuckled, relishing what was to come.