What the Hell is a Jellicle Cat?

New fanfic! I've had this idea in the back of my head for a while now… and I'm on a plane so… why the heck not? I'm not gonna give away any spoilers! HAHA! You shall never know if you don't read on…

Emily stared out the aeroplane window, at the fading lights that dotted the city leading towards distant skyline. As the plane climbed higher into the jet black sky, the lights slowly became less defined, turning from the tops of buildings into orange stars, matching the inky blackness that was the night sky.

Emily snapped her head back to reality. She stared at the obnoxiously bright computer that sat in front of her. All that was featured on the screen was a totally blank Word document and the cursor that was taunting both her and the fact that she had literally no ideas.

Emily was… kind of a writer. Technically, she had published her stories but… the characters weren't exactly original. Okay, she wrote fanfiction. Don't judge. She prided herself in the fact that she wrote fairly good ones. If fanfiction was treated like movies, she'd be like… Anna Kendrick. Maybe Helena Bonham-Carter. Famous. Basically, she was respected amongst the fanfic community.
She mainly wrote Harry Potter fanfic, though she started testing the waters with her CATS fanfic, which was fairly well received.

Emily liked musical theatre. Correction: She loved musical theatre. She had been several professional shows in her home country, Australia, though she knew that if she wanted to make it big, she'd have to move to the big leagues.

London.

The West End was where it was at. Of course, she could have moved to New York to join the Broadway scene, but she couldn't stand the thought of people flooding the streets day and night. Eww.

So London it was. Moving into a semi–small apartment with two girls she chatted to over Skype. Their names were Maddie and Sarah and they seemed nice enough.

Emily sighed as she stared back out the plane window, resting her arm on the arm rest. Unfortunately, she slammed her elbow right onto a formidable looking man in a blue top that read 'That's My Spot' and had a red tinted Sheldon from the TV show The Big Bang Theory on it. He gave her a dirty look and returned to his book that was in a completely foreign language and had an image of a single tree surrounded by black on the cover.

Emily checked her mint green 'going away present' watch and inwardly groaned; three more hours. Three more hours of babies crying, people snoring and Emily waiting for an idea to come. Em rolled her eyes and closed then them, praying for the impossible on a plane; sleep. A mythical beast that Em was yet to conquer.

None the less she closed her eyes and rested for the longest three hours of her life.

x-X-x

Emily watched as the world came slowly towards her and felt the comforting bump of the plane hitting the earth. Just yesterday, she had been sitting in her old home, anxiously waiting for the taxi to take her to the airport. Though Emily had been overseas many times, this was the first when she didn't know when she was coming back, or if she would at all.

As soon as Emily reached the inside of the airport, she was smacked in the face by a gust of cold wind, no doubt from an air conditioner that was on full blast.

Emily collected her baggage and stood outside in the crisp cool air. Maddie and Sarah said that they would pick her up from the airport. Em hoped they were true to their word.

Sure enough, a bright blue Mercedes Benz pulled up in front of her. The driver rolled down their window to reveal Maddie, with her obnoxiously pink hair, tied up in a bun. She had a cropped, fluffy, red jumper on, and low rise jeans as if she was trying to make sure that anyone who saw her, also saw her midriff. Sarah, who was sitting in the back, had stark white hair. Nothing else. Bright white. She was decked in about as much Harry Potter merch as one person could manage. She had a Gryffindor Quidditch team jumper top on, Marauder's Map style leggings, Deathly Hallows earrings, a time turner, a golden snitch pocket watch, a Weasly style watch that didn't actually tell the time, a Gryffindor scarf, a Wingardium LeviOsa bag and a pair of Luna Lovegood glasses. All Emily could mutter was 'Jesus'. Sarah hoped out of the car, to help Em with her bags. When I say help, Sarah just did everything.

"Welcome to London!" Maddie cheered from the driver's seat. Emily muffled a thank you as Sarah guided her into the car. As soon as they were on the highway, Emily was bombarded with questions.

"Do you like dancing?" Sarah said, rather quickly,

Emily coughed, "Yeah. I used to dance every night in my home town."

"What about singin'?" Maddie asked, not unlike a journalist.

"Love it."

"YE-ESS!" Maddie shouted, pulling her fist from the roof of the car to level with her cheekbone. Clearly, Maddie liked singing a lot.

"So what kinda dance did you do?" Sarah questioned.

"Oh, I did contemporary, ballet, jazz, tap and hip hop. If I wasn't at school, or sleeping, I was basically in the studio."

"Whoa!" Maddie exclaimed. "We have got to get you to come to our dance studio. It's like two doors down from our apartment. We can head there after we unload your stuff if you want. I'm sure Zac or someone is still there. Class would have ended… actually, I think it's just started."

"Sounds… lovely." Emily said awkwardly, unsure of what else to say.

x-X-x

Soon enough, the blue Mercedes Benz pulled up in front of a small, dark red, brick building. Aside from the cream coloured details around the windows, which were about as tall and wide as she was, there was nothing but a dark green door. Even the door lacked detailing. Just a green knocker and a golden doorknob.

Emily stepped out of the car and instantly felt very small. Maddie was about a head taller than she was and Sarah was head and a half. Basically, she was tiny. She looked up at the other two girls, who looked down at her and laughed.

"Hey, Kitten!" They cheered as they went to the back of the car, to get Emily's stuff. Em rolled her eyes. Yet another annoying, tiresome and not to mention sticky nickname. Her small stature generated a numerous number of dumb names, from Ankle-Biter to Ducky. Especially Ducky. Emily shuddered at those creepy bastards that would hit on her and call her names. God it's creepy.

"Hey!" Sarah called, "You comin' or what?"

Emily chased after Sarah and Maddie, who were both already inside the doorway. Emily ran straight after them.

After climbing a long flight of stairs, Emily heaved herself onto the landing, panting lightly.

"You okay?" Maddie asked as she slipped her key into the lock.

"Yeah… just… fine." Em spluttered, "I promise… I'm not… really this… unfit. I've just… had… a long day."

Sarah laughed. "Yeah… we know."

The room that they opened out to clearly what was the living room. There was a semi – small TV on a stand, with obscure DVDs in the glass cabinet below it. It sat on the far wall, which was a nice, light grey colour, which was facing a dark blue, leather couch, with yellow pillows. The living room led off to the right to a quaint kitchen. There was an old series of appliances which clearly meant that Maddie and Sarah didn't 'cook' so to speak often. The benches and cupboards were a dark oak wood and the tiles were a dark aqua green colour. On the left of the living room, is a corridor, with two doors. Clearly one was for the bathroom and the other was for our bedroom, which they were sharing… apparently.

Emily chose to go straight to her new room. She dragged her suitcase over the dark red carpet that lined the entire floor. She opened the door. The room was all white. There were three beds all lined up in a neat row. One of those had Maddie's name on it and another had Sarah's name on it. Maddie's bed had a light purple doona with a white and black quilt. Sarah's bed was black with a golden yellow quilt. The last bed was closest to the window and furthest from the door. It was red with a light green quilt.

Emily set her suitcase down on the end of the bed. She flopped down onto the bed, feeling its comfort. She closed her eyes, sunlight shimmering on her face, warming her whole body.

Maddie opened the door to their room and immediately shut it again. She stepped back out into the living room, where Sarah was preparing a raspberry lemonade shandy.

"Looks like we won't be taking her to dance today." Maddie said.

"Why?" Sarah asked.

"Because she's already asleep."