What She Deserves

By: jelliclesoul635

Summary: This is my first time using these characters. This story is about the love for a certain queen-kit and the distance a particular tom-kit will go through to prove to her that he is the one she truly desires.

A/N: This is my first time involving these particular characters in a story. I only decided to write this because I could focus around the concept of young love. Sorry to the fans of the characters if I don't portray them well enough. I'll gladly take reviews from you on how to make them seem more like they actually are. I usually write about Demeter and Munkustrap; not the younger kittens.

Disclaimer: I do not own CATS.

Chapter One: I Dare You

Pouncival sat on his chair high above the junkyard; staring absentmindedly. His gaze fell upon a certain feline; one with bright eyes and a sweet personality. She was wonderful in every sense of the word. Every sound from her lips, every move that she danced, every breath she inhaled . . . he cherished. One thing above all that brought bliss to his life was the sound of her name; Jemima.

Pouncival had loved her from the first time he saw her. But he could never admit it. Sure he was playful, rambunctious, outgoing, and boisterous; but could he be good enough for her? It was a lingering question he had been battling in his conscious for some time now. Pouncival imagined himself well able to satisfy the queen-kit and keep her content; he imagined his brown-patchy fur sleeping against hers on a lazy Sunday morning; not letting the worries of life dream of staining their satisfaction. He dared not spend too much time thinking on that subject. He was not sure if he was the sort of tom she deserved. He would always want what would be best for her; even if it didn't include a future with him.

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On the ground, Jemima, Etcetera, and Victoria sat in a circle; gossiping as usual. "Jemima," Etcetera nudged her friend. "He's staring at you again."

"Oh?" Jemima had noticed, but pretended she had not. She knew well of Pouncival's feelings. But she hadn't realized her own towards him yet. She thought he was cute and fun to be around but that was all . . . at the moment .

"You're not going to tell him, Jem?" Victoria said.

"Tell him what?" Jemima questioned seeming oblivious.

"Tell him about you and-" Etcetera started.

"I WILL!" Jemima hollered louder than she meant to. "Sorry. But I will tell him when I feel the time is right. . . I promise." She answered softer.

Both Etcetera and Victoria furrowed their brows at their best friend in complete disbelief. "Sure you will." The two retorted sarcastically in unison.

"Oh what now? You don't believe me?" she teased. Both Etcetera and Victoria turned their heads from side to side; signaling a 'no'.

"Seriously Et? Honestly Vic?" Jemima questioned, more serious this time.

"Yep." Etcetera answered.

"You'll never round up the courage to tell him, Jem. You're too shy!" Victoria added.

"I am not!" Jemima countered, allowing a slight pout to surface among her young and pretty face.

"Prove it! I dare you!" Etcetera dared.

A moment of thoughtful silence went by. Jemima was indeed shy, but she knew the moment would arrive eventually. "Fine! I will!" Jemima declared. She just never thought it would be this soon.

Victoria gasped. Etcetera grinned; firmly believing that Jemima would squirm out of it before even confronting the situation. But much to both of their surprises, Jemima called up to him. "Hey Pounce!" Jemima shouted.

His brown head snapped up ( or down rather ) at the tiny queen standing below him. She positioned her paws on her hips. "Get down here please! I have to tell you something important!" Pouncival bounded to the floor and found himself extremely close to her upon landing.

"What's up?" he greeted openly; disguising his anxiety.

Jemima fidgeted with her paws nervously.

"I . . .uh . . . I noticed you staring . . . I mean . . . oh goodness me . . ." She struggled to get her words straight as she babbled and stammered like an idiot. Jemima was losing her grasp. She slipped a claw beneath her asphyxiating collar in an effort to reduce the tightening sensation it suddenly caused.

Where had her confidence gone? Victoria and Etcetera watched from behind a crate; anxious and eager at the same time.

"I'm seeing Alonzo." She blurted. Jemima stared at the ground; waiting for his reaction.

"Oh . . . I see." Pouncival was visibly disappointed. His whiskers dropped as well as his head and ears.

He turned to leave when she caught his wrist. "I just thought you should know. He told me he wants to take me out for a surprise tonight. Isn't that exciting?" She was aiming for redemption, although on the receiving end, all Pouncival felt was deep sadness and loss.

But he knew he should be polite . . .

"Of course it is. I hope you have a wonderful time together." He tore himself from her and left the scene; sluggish and defeated.

Jemima returned to her posse of friends who just stared at her disbelievingly. "I cannot believe you did that!" Etcetera jeered.

"Well I told you I would. So there." Jemima defended. Victoria looked in the direction Pouncival had left and commented, "I think you hurt him, Jem. He seemed so depressed once you told him about Alonzo."

"It's not my fault!"

"We never said it was. I just don't think he was expecting that; especially not from you." Victoria finished.

"Whatever." Jemima huffed. She left her friends to go sit under the shade of the Maple tree to gather her thoughts.

A/N: Do you see it? Its right there; just below this text. Yep! You found it! It's the review button! Now, simply click on it to let me know what you thought of this chapter! Thank you in advance!