A/N: I do not own cats, only those I create. Ok, now that that's done, this is the first first-person story I've ever written. So it will mean a lot to me if you review, even if you don't like it.

I had always been alone. Some said I was feral- and that was a kind way to put it. I never belonged to a tribe, but I have been kicked out of a lot of 'em. Traveling was my thing- never stayed in a city for more than a month. I guess this is more out of habit. My mother, who had a good life in a good home, left me and my brother out to fend for ourselves when we were barely weaned. That happened when she met a tom named Growltiger. That's okay though, she wasn't a very good mother. Her name was Griddlebone. Being alone wouldn't have been so bad, if there weren't hundreds of gangs of cats after us. Apparently something my parents did. That's why me and my brother had to move around so much, to escape certain death. On the streets, either you live or you die. Unfortunately, my brother was one in the latter category. You're probably asking for my name, age, and looks. Don't really have a name. Just call me Rose. I am about 25, still young, but old enough to know a bad guy when I sees 'em. The streets make you learn fast. As for my looks, I am an exact replica of my mom, but I'm tough from living on the streets almost my entire life. Now you're probably asking what I do for a living. Some would say I'm a vigilante, others would call me a mercenary. My enemies call me The Black Rose. I hire myself out to kill those who have killed without reason. In return, I get food and shelter for as long as I wish to stay. Fair enough bargain. I have a special way of accomplishing my goals- and that is that I am not afraid to use my femininity against anyone to get what I want. It's always worked.

One day, my travels took me into the heart of London. I was walking along a street next to a junkyard, wondering where I could get some grub. I heard laughter, kittenish laughter to be exact, from the other side of the fence. Jumping over, I landed right in the middle of a group of kits playing a game of catch the tail. Immediately, mine was the tail to be caught. Being alone for so long, I had forgotten how sharp baby claws and teeth could be. Laughing, I pulled the kit who had caught my tail off of me. I had nearly forgotten how good it felt to laugh.

"What's your name?" I asked him, still chuckling.

"Tumblebrutus." He replied to me, like it was something every cat should know. "Since when did your fur get so long, Victoria?"

I had no idea what the little kit was talking about. Quizzically, I looked to the other nine kittens to enlighten me. But they didn't help. Most of them were still trying to catch my tail, which was swaying back and forth lightly, showing my good humor. My long tail fur nearly touched the ground. A passer by stopped in his tracks when he saw me. Coming over, I saw that his face had the protective look. He was a silver tabby with black stripes, obviously the father of one or two of these kittens.

"Daddy!" a little black and silver kit, with a splash of red here and there, spoke up from somewhere in the confines of my long white fur. On normal situations like this, I would most likely use the little kits as hostages, that is, if this was a bad place. But the utter trust in a complete stranger these kittens had told me that this place saw little evil. It still saw some, otherwise this tom would be just as trusting in strangers as the kits. The daughter of this tom came bounding out of my fur, around the shoulder area, and leapt into her father's waiting arms.

"Cute kid." I said, nodding in his direction. The look of protectiveness hadn't left his face yet. He must have a more important role in this tribe than just a father I surmised. He looked slightly indecisive, wondering if he should tell me to leave or invite me to stay.

"What's you name?" He asked in a no-nonsense tone, just like I was a kitten.

"Just call me Rose. I was in the city, thought I might get a bite to eat 'round here. Heard these kits here laughing, thought I'd drop in. I told you my name, so you tell me your's."

"Munkustrap. Second in command of the Jellicle tribe. You're welcome to stay, if you don't cause trouble. The kits here will give you the grand tour."

I nodded my thanks and he left his kit with us. The kittens ran around me, introducing themselves as they went. Apparently the ten around me were Tumblebrutus (the one I met earlier), Pouncival, Mungojerrie, Rumpleteazer, Jemima (who was the tom's daughter), Quaxo the 2nd, Etcetera, Electra, Admetus, and Plato. Etcetera must have been their leader, because she was out in the lead, giving all the information about the tribe, while the others looked slightly annoyed. I was careful to look the opposite of a street cat, with my tail high and slightly curling over my back, and made my stride a little more graceful. Some of the queens (Jellylorum and Jennyanydots) I met looked like they would disapprove of me, even if I hadn't been feral. Etcetera stopped, her eyes wide. I saw her blush heavily and start giggling. Looking up, I saw a rather tall tom approaching. His stride said it all. That confident swagger told me that this was a tom who thought very highly of himself. It was even more pronounced in his leopard spotted mane and curl over his right eye. He thought that he could have any queen in the world, and he let everyone know it. This could be fun I thought to myself, grinning back at him, playing the fool.

"Hey babe, you new here?" he asked in a voice that would melt a rock. I have to admit, it was pretty hard to resist him. Fluttering my long dark eyelashes, I nodded.

"These darling little kits here were giving me the grand tour. Are any of them yours?" I asked, implying that I went for the single father. It looked for a moment that he had panicked, but grabbed the giggling Etcetera and held her up.

"This one's mine." He said, lying. Nonetheless, Etcetera lunged into his chest, falling into the act to get attention from him. "Now lets say we ditch these babes and I'll give you the tour; Tugger style." There was a loud 'Awww' from the kits. I walked up to him, nuzzling his mane. It took all of my self control to restrain my self from going further. Looking into is dark brown eyes, I winked.

"Maybe sometime later, I don't really want to disappoint these kits." Brushing his chin with my tail, I walked off with the crowd of cheering kittens. After a short distance, I looked back at him. I could have sworn I saw him drool slightly, still holding Etcetera. Laughing quietly, I continued paying attention to my tour guides. This was a really nice place. It must have a high price to pay to stay here.

A/N: Hopefully this story will help me pace myself with Forwarned. please Please PLEASE review! By the way, Forwarned got messed up when I added chapter four. so I had to republish the entire thing today, and so now I have no reviews :'(