Disclaimer: I don't own Cats. I wish I did…Then I would be cool like Andrew Lloyd Webber and stuff.

Chapter One: Caught in a landslide

"I'm pregnant." The words were out of her mouth before she could even stop herself.

"You're what?" Demeter's amber eyes widened as she dropped the ball of yarn she had been rolling for the past half an hour. It unraveled across the clearing of the Junkyard and was happily chased by a tiny white, grey and orange kitten by the name of Etcetera.

"Pregnant. You know knocked up, with child, a bun in the oven." Bombalurina said flippantly, waving a paw distractedly.

"I know what it means," Demeter growled, her eyes travelling to her ball of yarn, now lost to three more kittens that had begun fighting over it, "but how?"

"Do I really need to explain?" Bombalurina asked tersely.

Demeter gave her a "don't go there girlfriend" look but said nothing. She just couldn't believe it. Sure Bomba had gained a bit of weight over the last month, but really, pregnant? It was just too big for her to even contemplate.

"Who's the father?" She asked absently.

Bombalurina looked down at her claws and played with a bit of chipping paint on the top of the Old Car.

"Bomba?" Demeter pushed again.

Bombalurina rolled over onto her back looking at the sky. "Oh, I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?!" Demeter practically shouted.

"Deme quiet please."

"How do you expect me to be quiet?"

"Quiet about what?" A strong masculine voice asked from above. Munkustrap stood silhouetted against the sunlight, a bright smile on his face. "What's going on."

"Nothing!" Bombalurina interjected before Demeter could open her mouth. "Girl talk, periods and stuff."

Cocking his head, confused, Munkustrap nodded slightly and then wandered off, glancing over his shoulder at Demeter who's look just told him "don't even ask because I won't tell you and you wouldn't understand anyway".

"How do you not know who it is?" Demeter asked in a stage whisper.

Bombalurina shrugged and scratched a smiley face in the chipping paint. Demeter gasped dramatically.

"You know! You know don't you?! But you're not telling me!"

Raising an eyebrow at Demeter, Bombalurina sighed and nodded slowly. "Yeah."

"Why?" Whined Demeter, much like a kitten.

"Because," Bombalurina said sharply, "I haven't told him yet, and I just, I, don't know what to do."

The scarlet queen felt her eyes sting as she glanced away from her younger sister. How could Demeter possible understand how she was feeling? Demeter had a respectable mate, a support system. What did Bombalurina have? A few one night stands and….Well, she hadn't thought about that in a long time. Sighing, she felt herself slump down onto the warm metal of the car.

Demeter stared at her sister biting her lip. "I…" She trailed off, not knowing what to say, what else was there to say?

"Don't worry about me." Bombalurina said, forcing a smile. "I'll be fine."

Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter, I promise the next will be longer :D