Demeter's Story
A/N: This it my view on Demeter's life story. Please R&R. Thanks for all the comments on my Forum about Demeter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cats; they belong to T S Elliot and Andrew Lloyd Webber.
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Chapter 1 – Into the World
It was cold, so cold; that was the golden queen's first memory. Born into a world of hatred, fear and lies; of being hurt and no one there to care. A place where love meant nothing and the weak died young.
Her mother, a middle-aged prostitute, groaned. This was her second kitten born to that tribe leader – the one whose tribe met in a junkyard. The one who had banished her from the same tribe only two months later. The queen looked at the kitten her mind filling with hatred. The kitten was his daughter and he should be the one looking after her.
The queen stood, her mind made up. She grabbed the kitten in her mouth and walked off. Ignoring the kitten's cries. She walked across town and made her way to his junkyard.
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The moon shone down on the dancing cats. It was the night all of them had been waiting for. The night one cat was chosen to make the journey up to the Heavyside Layer to be reborn.
It was also the night Bombalurina had been waiting for. Tonight would be her coming of age dance and she already knew who she wanted to approach her. After all, they had both spent all month flirting with each other. She walked into the middle of the clearing and waited. Yes, he was approaching. They began to dance.
Suddenly she stopped. The tribe turned to face what Bombalurina was staring at and gasped. "Mum," she whispered. The grey queen strode past the tribe and up to the large tom that was sat on a tyre. She dropped the kitten that she was carrying at his feet swung around and left.
"Mum!" Bombalurina tried to follow the queen but was held back.
The silence that had swept over the junkyard was broken by the sound of mournful mews coming from the kitten. The tribe leader picked the kitten up. "Her name shall be Demeter." He announced.
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A/N: Please R&R! I'll update soon.