A.N. Heeeeeeeeeey y'all. I've missed you people! So this is my new fanfiction and, believe it or not, the main character is NOT an OC. GASP! There are some OC's but they don't play a huge part.

So I have recently discovered the wonder that is Les Miserables. I. Am. In. Love. With. GAVROCHE! Sooooooo yeah. This is my new fic and it is basically a CATS fic with all Les Mis songs. Enjoy!

Etcetera lowered her eyes, hearing the pained cries of other cats. They made her want to be sick. She quickly looked to the side, catching her best friend, Coradette's eye. The white and brown Queen let the faint whisper of a smile cross her face. Etcetera smiled back but winced, hearing another scream.

"Damn it," a calico Tom muttered in his thick accent. "Oi think tha' was Linnea."

Etcetera sighed sadly, squeezing her eyes shut. She knew Linnea. Poor Queen was only a kitten. Another ear-piercing scream silenced all murmuring. The only sound anyone could hear was soft sobbing. The cream tabby Queen looked around at her fellow prisoners. They seemed to have lost all, if any, hope that they had left.

"Look down," Etcetera whispered sadly.

"Look down," Coradette agreed softly, squeezing her friend's shoulder.

"Don't look 'em in the eye," the calico Tom sang boldly.

"Look down, look down," more cats joined in.

Etcetera grimaced at the small crowd of cats. Kittens, Queen, Toms. Some kittens were only days old, their eyes still forced to be shut. They didn't know how lucky they were, not having to see the things that happened in this place.

"You're here until you die," she murmured.

A tall rust and white Tom jumped onto a stray box. He was muscular, but his skin was stretched a little too tight over his bones and muscles. His ribs were quite visible, but then again, it was the same with every other cat here. His dark green eyes were dull.

"The sun is strong, it's hot as hell below!" he yelled to the other cats.

"Look down, look down, there's twenty years to go!" the other cats yelled back.

Etcetera jumped up beside the Tom. She folded her cream striped paws in prayer, raising her powder blue eyes to the sky.

"I've done no wrong, sweet EC hear my prayer!" she cried desperately.

A deathly thin yellow and gray Queen stood on the shoulders of a dark brown Tom.

"Look down, look down, sweet EC doesn't care," she shouted at Etcetera, despair in her amber eyes.

Another Tom stood, looking bedraggled, yet there was still a shred of hope in his blue eyes.

"I know she'll wait, I know that she'll be true," he yelled confidently.

Coradette rolled her eyes at the Tom. She yanked him off of the box by his tail.

"Look down, look down, they've all forgotten you," she scoffed.

The calico Tom from before jumped up next to Etcetera and the other Tom. He wrapped his arm around Etcetera's waist.

"When oi ge' free, ya won' see me 'ere fo' dust," he called out triumphantly.

Etcetera pointedly removed his arm from around her waist. She pointed one finger in his face.

"Look down, look down, don't look 'em in the eye," she sang warningly.

A small black Queen kitten with red dots scattered among her fur stood on a rail. Her fur was mangy and you could have played her ribs like a xylophone. Her gray eyes showed the pain and suffering of a cat three times her age.

"EC how long, before you let me die," she cried despairingly.

The cats huddled in a group, attempting to shelter one and other. Etcetera allowed the kittens to crowd around her. She was no more than a kitten her self, yet she was the oldest kitten there. She drew the black and red Queenkit close, letting the small kit's tears soak her fur.

"It'll be alright Rosalie," she whispered. "We'll be alright."

The calico Tom came up next to her. He wrapped his muscular arms around her thin, twig-like frame. Etcetera allowed herself to nuzzle her head against him. The Tom rested his chin on the top of her head, giving Etcetera a small feeling of comfort.

"It's awlroight. We'll be awlroight," he whispered reassuringly to her.