A/N: Yes, I was evil. Yes, I killed Jemima. Might I remind you that Jemima happens to be one of my most favoritest queens, and theatreadic said little fluff, so I had to kill her otherwise it would have degenerated into a meaningless ball of flaming fluff. Bad... Anyways, you figure out the riddle to the Witch's Cat's riddle in this chapter (I was actually not aware that the age-old riddle of 'why is a raven like a writing desk' had been solved...) and what the Witch's Cat's plot was. Yes, I'll answer it now, I am one of the most evil people to my characters. I must say that the Witch's Cat is one of my most favorite OC's I've made...Anyways, read, review and all that jazz.

The Witch's Cat

Two days had passed since Jemima died. I didn't know if anyone other than Victoria or Jemima had died since I left London, and I didn't particularly care. All that matter was that I get to Stonehenge and kill the Witch's Cat before Samhain. Why Stonehenge? Because it was the only place of impossibilities in England. There were several other places around the world—the Great Pyramids, The Great Wall, and so on—yet Stonehenge was the traditional place for a witch's cat to take her vows of loyalty. It slowly appeared over the horizon and I ran towards it, praying to the Everlasting Cat that I was right.

"Where are you, Witch's Cat?" I called out as I stepped into the center of Stonehenge. I heard what sounded like a child's laughter reverberate off of the ancient stones.

"He's very persistent," a young, human, female voice said. I spun around, searching for the witch.

"Come out and fight like a tom!" I shouted. "I will avenge my sister!" The Witch's cat laughed and appeared on one of the cross-stones, nearly eight feet off of the ground. She was totally, completely white, including her eyes. Her milky eyes looked down from her Turkish Angora face at me.

"Yet, I can't fight like a tom. I'm a queen, you see, yet I doubt you truly care. All you care about is this childish vendetta," she said. "Besides, there's no way you can defeat me. I've already taken control of your body once before," I hissed in invaded her mind using all the power I thought I had to try and control her.

"Die, you sorry excuse for a cat," I hissed.

"Wrong move, tom," she said as she jumped down and landed on me. I screamed as she sent an image of Old Deuteronomy, the one cat who acted like a father to me, slowly bleeding from thousands of nicks and cuts.

"No!" I screamed, trying to think of something, anything else, other than the death of the kind patriarch.

"As you with then," she said softly as she started to replay every death I had seen in the past two days, starting with Tanto's. I spun over, trying to get out from under her, yet she continued the roll so that I was back under her.

"You know I'm going to kill you, don't you?" she whispered in my ear. Sighing weakly, I nodded.

"What are you going to do though? Tell me first," I asked her softly as I stopped struggling.

"I, Häxa, will start off by killing all of the mystics in England. I will then continue to take the Jellicles captive and then proceed to torture on within an inch of death, while the others watch. Thin, I shall start again with the next Jellicle, until they all die. That I promise," she said coldly, a look of triumph in her blank eyes.

"Very well," I said, looking up at the stars, silently begging Munkustrap to forgive me. She smiled and sank her claws into my heart.

The End.

Chapter 4