Disclaimer: I do not own CATS. I wish.

Introduction

"NO!"

The railway cat heard the scream come from a few alleyways back. The scream was almost immediately followed by a enormous boom, and then a blinding light. Skimble ran towards the sound, ready to fight. There was only one cat he had seen make that big of a flash, and the railway cat was ready to fight for whoever's life Macavity was putting in danger at the moment. But when he reached the ally, all he saw was some smoke. And then he saw two kittens, one holding the other, which seemed to be only a few weeks old. The older one was limping horrible, and when the kit saw Skimbleshanks, she looked up into his eyes and whispered, "Please, help us…"

Skimble caught the kit before she could hit the ground, and carried her back to the junkyard as fast as he could.

Author's Notes:

Okay, this story may take a while. But it will be up. Eventually.