Whiteflower Field

Chapter 13. A bumpy landing and how Mayhem saved the day.

2009-01-11T07:38:00.016-07:00

Fred took one more look at the rudder of the aircraft and realized it was impossible to land his aircraft safely. He was going to have to bail out - and fast. He needed to put as much distance between him and the crash site as possible. Where was he? Over occupied France for sure, but where exactly? He had no time to look at the charts. He had to get out now. He said one quick prayer, checked to make sure that Mayhem was firmly tucked into his jacket and pulled the lever that would eject him from the airplane. One split second later, they were out of the aircraft and falling through the night sky. Fast. Without even realizing he had done it, Fred pulled the ripcord.

Mayhem felt a terrific jerk, then the terrible falling sensation was over. They were floating in the sky. He could feel Fred's heart beating frantically through his shirt. What was going on? Where were they? Mayhem was very relieved when he heard Fred say. "Okay Mayhem, we're in a bit of trouble here." "We're going to have a bumpy landing in a few seconds." Then, Fred pulled up on the parachute straps, and whomp they landed, rolling over and being tugged this way and that by the wind billowing through the parachute. Mayhem thought he was going to be crushed. Finally Fred got his feet under him. He was standing up and out of the harness before the air had even blown out of the parachute. Mayhem stirred a bit, relieved because there was a bit more room now. Fred reached inside his jacket and rubbed Mayhem's nose. "Thank goodness, we're both still alive" but, you've got to be a good soldier and stay inside for a little while". Fred quickly rolled up the parachute and harness. He had to find a place to hide his gear, because he couldn't carry it with him. He wanted to be far away from here before dawn. The enemy would certainly be looking for him when they found the burning aircraft. He left the parachute and harness in a hole inside the hedge, with leaves and twigs scooped over it as a cover. Fred took just a moment to get his bearings and with Marble still inside his jacket, set out walking at a brisk pace in the opposite direction from where his plane had gone down. It was very difficult to make much headway because of the thorny hedgerows everywhere, but they continued on. About an hour later, they came to a stream of water. Fred knelt down to fill his rubber water bottle and Mayhem took that opportunity to ask if he could come out for a while. Okay, fella, out you go. Fred unbuttoned his jacket and Mayhem popped out, getting his first look at France. Don't go too far, we're only stopping for a few minutes, Fred spoke in a hushed tone. He had noticed a narrow path about 100 yards away. "Should he take a chance and walk down the path?"Would it lead to a farmhouse? If so, was the family friendly? Perhaps they would turn him over to the enemy." He knew that the french countryside contained many families who were part of the Resistance, and would be glad to help him, but what if they weren't. He couldn't take the chance. He had to keep moving. By now he had decided he had decided to walk in a south, southwest direction until morning, where he would find someplace to hide during the daylight hours. He set off and Mayhem prowled along beside him. Mayhem was a good companion. His ears were much better than Fred's and he could be counted on to stop and listen carefully to decide if it was safe, before moving along.

As they walked, Fred started to feel some aches and pains. His left wrist was almost certainly broken when he landed, and he had several scrapes and bruises on his face.from where he ejected from the airplane. But most worrisome was the pain in his chest. He figured he had cracked a couple ribs and it was becoming more and more difficult to walk because of the pain. He had to stop quite often to rest and Mayhem was starting to worry. Finally just as darknight was disappearing and earlydawn was brightening up the countryside, Fred stopped. He simply couldn't walk another step. He found himself a little hollow spot near the corner of a field . He burrowed under the leaves gathered there, covering himself up, just like he had done with the parachute. He was exhausted. He would spend the day here and continue his walk when nightfall came again.

Mayhem was not quite ready to settle down yet. His senses were telling him to continue walking just a little further. But, he snuggled up with Fred until he could tell by the sound of his breathing that he was asleep, then he eased himself out of the warm spot between Fred's neck and shoulder. Mayhem could tell that Fred was in trouble and it was up to him to find someone or somewhere safe where Fred's injuries would be cared for. Mayhem stood silently sniffing the breeze and listening to the mysterious sounds that only a cat can hear, for several moments, then he turned to the southwest and disappeared into the earlydawn shadows. Mayhem moved quickly, being pulled towards what he knew instinctively would be a safe place. After about 1/2 mile he stopped. He was very close now. He jumped atop a stone fence, near the edge of a small village. Several families lived here while tending their crops and livestock in the surrounding fields. Right in front of him, on a little three legged stool, sat a young girl milking a cow and singing to herself. To his surprise, there were half a dozen unusual blue-grey cats nearby, sitting quietly or playing in the grass around her. While Mayhem watched, she picked up a wooden bowl and filled it with warm milk. She set it down and the cats, in turn had their fill of the fresh delicious milk. She spoke gently to each of the cats, calling them by name while they rubbed against her ankles as she continued her milking. Mayhem knew this was the place he had been looking for. He stepped forward and made his way towards the girl and the cats. She looked up when he was quite near and said in french "hello little cat, are you hungry?"Mayhem knew by the sound of her voice, that she was the one who would help him rescue Fred. Where did you come from, she asked? Mayhem decided to be brave. He jumped up onto her lap and mewed softly into her ear. She looked at him in amazement. What was going on. This little cat was telling her something. Next Mayhem jumped down and ran off into the hedgerow. Did this curious little black and white striped cat want her to follow him? How unusual this was. She finished milking the cow, and said to herself, I think I'm supposed to follow this cat. She called to her older brother, who was milking their other cow just a little distance away. Come here, Etienne she said, look, here's a strange little cat who want me to follow him. Will you come with me? Ahh, Chloe, Maman will be very angry if we don't bring back the milk before 8:00. You know she wants to make fresh cheese with it, to sell in the village. Please, Etienne, we'll only be just a little while, I'm sure its important. Please, please come with me. So off they went, through the hedge, across the field on the other side with Mayhem darting ahead of them, stopping regularly to make sure they could keep up . It didn't take very long before they were almost back to Fred's hiding spot. Mayhem flew quickly into the hollow where Fred was sleeping and landed, with a thump, onto Fred's cracked ribs. Fred awoke a howl of pain. It was difficult to say who was more startled, Fred, the children, or Mayhem. The children, to their credit, did not run away, but stayed frozen to the spot. They watched as Mayhem hopped up into Fred's arms and nuzzled him on the cheek, as if to say, see while you were sleeping, I've found someone to help us. Then, Mayhem hopped out of Fred's arms and went back over to where the children stood. Fred carefully stood up, reached into his small pack and pulled out his only bar of chocolate, which he held out to the children, to show that he was not going to harm them. Etienne looked at him closely then said something to Chloe in French, which Fred could not understand. Chloe ran off back towards where they had come from and Fred sat down again, because he was really very weak from the pain in his ribs and wrist. Etienne approached Fred cautiously. Monsieur, what is happened? Are you not well? Are you British? Etienne's English was not very good and Fred's french was atrocious, but they were able to understand each other . Fred motioned that his airplane had crashed and he had bailed out, then walked through the night to get to safety. Etienne was able to make Fred understand that Chloe had gone to get help and that his family would give him refuge.

Within a short while, Chloe arrived back, bringing two men and one woman with her. While the adults talked and gestured with Fred, Chloe snuggled Mayhem in her arms and fed him little bites of creamy yellow cheese that she had hidden in her apron. The men brought with them a stretcher which they used to carry Fred back to the cowshed. There was a straw pallet there which would be a good bed for him. While the men talked and made plans to assist him, the woman cleaned Fred's scrapes and cuts and wrapped his ribs carefully. She brought him more of the creamy yellow cheese and hard bread to eat and gave him a glass strong homemade red wine to drink. After they made him as comfortable as possible, the family left, still talking rapidly among themselves. Fred finished the wine, and bread and drifted off to sleep again, thinking about Margo, who would be beside herself with worry in England. Mayhem, on the other hand, was feeling more like himself, so he climbed up onto the window ledge and looked out into the french countryside and thought about what had transpired that day so far. This was one of the memories that he would keep to share someday with his family in Whiteflower field colony. But the sun was warm, his tummy was full and before he knew it, his eyes were closing. What he wondered, as he settled down for a nap, would happen next?

Chapter 12. Mischief does a very good thing

2008-09-22T07:46:00.030-06:00

Mischief poked his nose through a crack in the side of the blackout curtain that hung down, covering the bedroom window in the little flat that Margot and he shared. It was really really dark and wet tonight. Even with his magnificant mancat eyes wide open, it was black as pitch in the street. There was not a person or creature to be seen. Where was Margot? Daylight had faded into Afterdark several hours ago. She should be home by now.

Just then, he got a glimpse of movement as Margot turned the corner and walked briskly homeward. She looked up at the window just then, and saw his paw peeking out the window. He tapped the window to wave hello and Margot laughed out load. What a smart little mancat he was turning into.

It's just frightful out there, Mr. Mischief, she said as she untied her headscarf, shook it dry, then tucked it inside the arm of her coat before hanging it up on the hook behind the door. You are a very lucky little cat, to live inside where its dry and safe all day. And, because I'm so happy to see you waiting for me, I'm going to let you share my delicius dinner. By now, Margot had picked Mischief up, danced him once around the flat as she snuggled him close to her face, and scritched him on the chin, which it what she always did before she put on her apron and made a little dinner for one person to eat. One person and one cat actually. Tonight it was sardines on toast, and this was definitely one of Mischief's favorite meals. Usually he ate most of the sardines and Margot ate most of the toast.

Just as they were settling down to dinner, there was a knock on her door. Who would that be? Perhaps it was the landlady with the post. She was expecting for a letter from her Jim. "Mrs. MacLeod, are you home" called out a young lad's voice. "Why,that sounds like Billy Todd from Jenny's building." "O dear I hope everything is all right". Margo popped up from her chair and opened the door. "Mrs. MacLeod can you come". It's Jenny down the street. She's asked me to fetch you". "She said perhaps the baby is coming and she doesn't have anyone to keep her company until the midwife gets there." Margo had already whipped off her apron and was buttoning up her coat. She looked at Mischief and said "I think you will come along." "You will be great company for Fiona while I sit with her mother".

The three of them stepped out into the street, Mischief bundled up tightly in Margot's arms, with Margot and Billy huddled under one umbrella. Just then, the air raid sirens started wailing. Oh darn it, not tonight, Margot thought. If Jenny is really in labour, in the middle of an air raid, the midwife won't be able to get to her flat. Margot knew this could be a dangerous situation indeed. What should she do? Quickly she made up her mind. "Billy, you must run to the air raid shelter, its not safe for you to be out here." "Tell Mrs. Cole, the midwife, to come to 120 Falstead Rd., straight away, when the all-clear is sounded." "If Jenny can walk, I'll bring her and Fiona along shortly." "Lets cross our fingers that this air raid will be over quickly." "Off you go,Billy your mother will be frightfully worried about you." Billy turned and trotted away towards the shelter at the top of Pelham Street and Margot and Mischief continued rapidly towards Jenny's flat.

"Oh Margot, I'm so glad you're here". "I was dreadfully worried when I heard the sirens". "Do you think we're in for a long night?". Margo hugged her friend and said, "don't you worry about those bombs, Jenny. haven't we been hearing the sirens almost every night for 2 weeks now? We'll be just fine." I've brought Mischief along to amuse Fiona, while we get you sorted". Mischief chose that moment to disentangle himself from Margot's arms and dropped to the floor where he made a dash for the kitchen. Fiona was just finishing her tea and there was likely to be a few crumbs for him. "Hello my kitty" she crowed, when she saw him. Mischief and Fiona were fast friends by now. Margot and he usually visited wih Jenny once a week, so Mischief made no fuss when Fiona scooped him up and hugged him, quite tightly, around the middle as she made her way out to the front room, where Margot and Jenny were talking.

"Are you still having pains? " Margot asked. "Yes, I am, but they're still quite far apart and not regular at all." "The midwife told me this could happen in the last couple weeks before the baby arrives." "She said they will not likely amount to much, but to send for her anyway if I'm worried." "Do you suppose I should?" "I really didn't want to get Mrs. Cole out on such a night, if there is no need." All of this came tumbling out of Jenny's mouth in a rush. "I told Billy Todd to send her over after the all clear is sounded." "Mrs. Cole is quite used to coming out in all kinds of weather. You known babies don't always wait for nice spring evenings to arrive", Margot replied. Margot was watching her friend closely, and thought to herself, "Hmm, I hope Mrs. Cole does get here soon, because I don't know the first thing about bringing babies into the world."

I don't think you can walk to the shelter, so we must all get into the cellar quickly, Margot decided. She pointed Jenny towards the stairs, while she turned 'round to pick Fiona up. Where had she disappeard to with Mischief? She was sitting on the sofa with him a few seconds ago. "Fiona, where have you gone?" she called. No answer. Then, it happened. Margot never even heard the bomb falling towards them. While she watched in horror, a great huge force sucked the air right out of the flat, then, whoosh, blew it back in again with a tremendous roar. The walls and ceiling in the litle flat shuddered and started to shift, chunks of ceiling plaster broke away and fell crashing to the floor, the glass in the front window blew out of its frame, throwing shards across the room, while other slivers fell to the floor leaving razor sharp edges poking up through the floorboards. Thundering crashing, banging sound could be heard throughout the flat as the chimney bricks scattered across the roof top and into the flat through the immense hole that suddenly appeared in the ceiling. While it seemed like it may never end, it was actually all over in just a few moments. Margo shook her head and watched in disbelief, as glass and plaster dust flew from her hair. What had happened? It took several moments for her to realize that a bomb had fallen, perhaps very closeby. She cautiously stood up, then stumbled a bit as she tried to get her bearings back. Where was she? She knew she was at Jenny's flat but where exactly she couldn't tell. And, where was everyone else? It was dark as night inside what was left of the flat and nothing was where it should be. She had to find her way over to the stairs and see if Jenny and Fiona were all right. She could hear Jenny calling. "Margot, Fiona, where are you?" "I'm down here, just inside the cellar doorway". "Are you all right? "

"Take deep breaths and stay right there," Margot responded. "The ARP Wardens will be along shortly, I'm sure, to help us climb out of this rubble." "Promise me you won't move an inch until they get here, in case you're hurt somewhere." "All right" Jenny responded. "Is Fiona okay?" Margot spun around in the dark. "Where was Fiona?" She was so little, perhaps she was covered in debris and couldn't move. Well, Margot would just have to find her and quickly. And she certainly could not let Jenny know that her little girl was perhaps buried under the debris from the bomb. "Fiona is just fine," Margot answered, saying a silent prayer that this was true. "She and Mischief are tucked up right here beside me."

Frantically Margot began digging through the debris heaped on the floor of the flat between her and the kitchen. It was impossible to move. There was glass everywhere and everytime she moved, she dislodged more plaster dust and debris. "Fiona, where are you?" whispered Margot. And, what about Mischief? Was he all right? Of course no one responded. All of a sudden, she heard voices. "Lord almighty boys, lookat this, it looks like the roof of the bakery landed right here on top of 120 Falstead". "Gracious, what a mess. Is there anyone inside? "Margot tried to call out to them through a throat full of plaster dust, "Yes", she croaked "we're in here. Please you have to help us."

"RightyO Missy, you stay put, we'll get some lads in there with shovels and put you back to rights as soon as possible." "The flat is pretty much a wreck. You're a very lucky bunch. You might all have been killed." "How many are you?" "Well, there's me, my friend Jenny, her little girl Fiona, and my cat, Mischief, in here somewhere." But please don't worry about me. First we have to find Fiona, she's so little, she might be hurt, and Jenny, well, she's safe in the cellar, but now she's stuck down there, and she might be going to have a baby today."

Without another word, one of the ARP Wardens started across the room for the basement to deal with Jenny, while the others started moving upended furniture, and debris, looking for Fiona. Margot, well she just sort of sat down on a chair, that somehow miraculosly was exactly in the same place it was, just before the blast.

While she was sitting there, very still, she heard a very small sound. It was coming from the kitchen, or where the kitchen should be, "Mommee", it sobbed, "its very dark in here. Me and Mischief we're very very frightened." "Will you please come for us soon?" Margot jumped up, "Where are you Fiona? Keep talking, we'll find you." "Praise Heaven", Margot thought, she's alive. " I doesn't know where we are", Fiona sobbed, "It doesn't look like home in here at all." Then, "Oh no, Mischief, don't leave me here all alone" Fiona's sobbing was rapidly turning into a wail. "Its so dark, I need you to stay with me." Then, to Margot's surprise, she saw something, pushing its way through an impossibly small space very close to the floor. It was Mischief. Somehow, he had found a way out through the rubble that was barely big enough for a mouse to squeeze through let alone a plump well fed mancat. They're in here, Margot called frantically, "I think I've found them." "See, just there, where my cat squeezed out". "Fiona's under there" Margot gestured to a spot at the very bottom of a huge pile of broken plaster and bricks. The ARP Wardens looked at each other, then the pile. "Okay lads, this is going to be very difficult". "We have to find a way to move all this rubble, without shifting the balance" "there's a little girl stuck under there".

By this time, Mischief had jumped up on Margot's lap. He turned around twice, then bumped his head against hers to get her attention. He placed his front paws gently on her shoulders and looked quietly in her eyes for several moments. What on Earth? Margot knew he was telling her something very important. She sensed he was saying. "I know you want me to stay here with you, because its safer here, but I've got a job to do." "I have to go back into that crawl space and stay with Fiona and help her to be brave, while we wait for the ARP Wardens to rescue her. " "Don't worry too much. We'll both be here with you very soon." Then, without any further ado, Mischief jumped off Margot's lap and squeezed back into the very spot he had just come out of. He made his way very carefully, very quietly, back into the pile of rubble, where he found Fiona's little hand, licked it gently, then curled up into a ball right beneath her chin. Fiona, who had been whimpering since Mischief left, hiccuped just once, then drifted off to sleep with him purring steadily into her ear.

Chapter 11 Sorrow and Sadness, Joy and Gladness

2008-04-23T07:55:00.006-06:00

Penchance was restless. She prowled along the top of the dry stone fence encircling the colony, hoping her senses would tell her what action, if any, needed to be taken. She knew that her colony was well taken care of and God willing, they would enjoy a safe, healthy summer season. The fields were once again full of plump juicy mice, the forest teemed with tasty creatures for her family to eat, and many new kittens had joined the colony that spring. She knew that Whiteflower Field was well fortified against any unfriendly intruders who might come this way. So what on earth was happening to her, that she couldn't settle down on a flat stone ledge and enjoy the warmth from the sun. Her prowling had turned into pacing by now. Something was going to happen here and she needed to know what it was.

In the early afternoon sky, she could hear the constant drone of aircraft. Loud and menacing, these planes drew closer overhead. The sounds they were making today seemed to fill the air with rage and hate. Penchance suddenly stopped moving and looked upward. This was where the danger was coming from. From the sky, from those airplanes. There was going to be terrible bloodshed here, in Whiteflower Field, very soon. She must somehow sound the alarm. In one glance, she could see a family of young kittens playing in the crevices in the fence, their mother watching them through sleep slanted eyes while the perimeter guards enjoying this opportunity to groom themselves in the sunlight.

Penchance opened her mouth and cried out "seek shelter now". Too late, the air around Whiteflower Field filled, then overflowed with a terrifying moaning whistle that rapidly turned into a tortured scream as the bombs hurtled out of the sky towards them. Many of the cats were frozen with fear, only their eyes staring around frantically, trying to will themselves to move towards the safety of the church ruins. Others immediately arched their backs, bared their teeth and stood ready to fight this unknown danger.

It was of course too late for any of them to reach safety. A huge "stick" bomb exploded just inside the church yard. Its force rocketed many of the cats back into the stone fence, killing several of them instantly. The force of the blast picked up huge marble tombstones and tossed them around like twigs, tearing up huge holes in the graveyard where they landed. One section of the fence was crushed and crumpled into gravel, destroying many homes. All the kittens playing there simply disappeared, never to be seen again.

Penchance knew nothing of this. She was picked up by the blast and thrown across the churchyard. Landing with a bone crunching thump against the steps of the church ruin, she lay silent and still.

Much to her surprise, Penchance found herself far away from the carnage at the Colony. She realized she was walking through a peaceful meadow, in a place where she had never been before. A family of kittens pranced and played beside her, chasing butterflies and tumbling over themselves, full of joy and excitement in this beautiful place. In the distance she could see a bridge, spanning a sparkling stream. She found herself being drawn to that place. The kittens scampered ahead of her, tripping happily over the bridge, where their mother stood waiting for them, sadness glittering in her eyes.

To Penchance's continued amazement, her parents stood silently on the other side of the bridge, watching her approach. As Penchance placed her front paw on the bridge, her father spoke,saying "You need not cross today my princess, your destiny is not yet decided. One day, nature will lead you back here, but today the choice is yours. You may return to your family in Whiteflower Field and help those who can be saved, and tell those who cannot, of this place, where we wait for them, with and joy in our hearts to see them again". "This is the Bridge, which all beasts know they must cross one day." "If you return, tell those whose path leads them here, that peace and all good things wait for them, that all pain and suffering will be extinguished and they will have all their dreams fulfilled."

Penchance stood silently, gazing at her parents, seeing the kittens she had taken with her to the bridge re-united with their mother, knowing that it was her choice, if she put her other paw down on the bridge, she could cross, and she would be greeted with love and understanding. But if she turned away, she must go back.

O how she wanted to stay here, to curl up beside her mother, content in the encircling warmth of her mother's body. To pounce, like she had as a child, onto her father's back, and play hide and seek in the safety of her family's den. The decision was hers to make. Penchance stood still for another moment, then lifted the other paw....

Chapter 10 - Mayhem's War Begins

2008-02-14T08:27:00.007-07:00

Mayhem was unsettled. There was something unusual going on, he could feel it. Fred and all the other fighter pilots were sitting in their quarters, occasionally getting up to stare moodily out the window or put the teapot on, but mostly they were just talking quietly together or writing letters home.

Then the door opened and the Seargent Major was saying. "Okay men, its wheels up for us, Get your kits together, we're next". Let's show those Jerry's who is in charge". Mayhem felt the fur on his neck bristle,then stand up. His instincts were telling him "protect your family". So, when Fred hunkered down to give him a goodbye belly rub, like he always did before leaving on a mission, Mayhem jumped onto his lap and attempted to crawl inside his jacket just like when he was little.

Fred had never, not even once, considered bringing Mayhem along on a mission, but tonight was different, this was not a regular milk-run. The enemy had bombed London last night and there had been serious casulties there. Tonight the 401's orders were to drop their bombs on Berlin. They were going to be the first squadron across the channel and they knew they would be taking heavy fire.

Fred knew he would get into serious trouble from the Sergent Major if he ever found out Mayhem had come along...but if he didn't find out, this would be the best story ever to tell the lads about when he got home. "Okay Mayhem, its going to be a really tight fit, but..in you go"...Fred opened his jacket. Mayhem squirmed inside and settled down. Fred, along with the rest of the 401 fighter squadron, ran out to his airplane and climbed in while the flight mechanics finished the final safety checks.

"Okay Mayhem, here we go", Fred laughed, "I bet you are the first cat ever to fly across the English Channel in a Hawker Hurricane". The aircraft started to rumble, then roar, as it made its way down the grassy runway. Mayhem shivered, partly from fear, but mostly from excitement. Then the aircraft was practically jumping off the runway, into the air. Minutes later, Fred was saying, "okay Mayhem, we're in the air, if you don't squirm too much, you can come out and take a look at the world from up here". Mayhem's nose popped out of Fred's jacket, then the rest of him. He stood up in Fred's lap and looked out the window. Where on earth was he...opps he obviously wasn't on earth. Everything was black - and very noisy and cold - Suddenly, the roaring sound of the aircraft seemed to double. Fred looked out his window and waved. The RAF planes were flying in formation as they started out across the English Channel and his buddy Stu had just dropped in on his left wing to take his position.

"Okay Mayhem, you need to settle down for a while. I have some serious business to attend to here." Fred wrangled Mayhem back inside his jacket. They had left the channel behind now and were flying over France towards Berlin. Fred was on guard, he knew German fighter planes could and would often appear out of nowhere. Fred wanted to get this mission accomplished and get home. This was his last flight before he left on a 3 day leave. He missed Margot and was really really eager to get home for a few days

Fred found his target, and dropped all eight rockets. Then with the rest of the squadron, he turned back towards the channel and home. Suddenly, to his left and just above him, he heard a burst of enemy gunfire. It was away too close. The figher had targeted his rear rudder. Immediately Fred tried an evasive maneuvre but it was too late. He heard the sickening thwack as enemy gunfire found his rudder. Fred twisted around to look at the damage and to his horror, realized it was totally destroyed.

Where was he? He was going to have to try to land the aircraft and very soon. He looked out the window one more time, to see his buddy Stu's aircraft settling in beside him. Fred smiled quietly when he saw Stu's sad salute, then returned his salute and motioned him to be on his way back. He knew that Stu would get a message to Margot on his behalf.

Now back to business at hand. Would he be able to get this aircraft down. How long would he have before someone realized an allied aircraft was coming down behind enemy lines. Would he be able to survive the landing and make it away safely from the crash site. And, what about Mayhem...

Chapter 9: A lesson for Bella

2008-02-03T06:25:00.000-07:00

This is absolutely ridiculous, grumbled Bella as she crouched motionless in the long grass near the edge of the north pathway leading out of the colony, I've been crunched into this position for hours - or at least it feels like hours. George the old scout was in charge of training the females for this mission. He knew the females Bella had chosen would be excellent members of his team, but first they had to learn about staying still and silent for long periods of time. They were going to be in very dangerous situations on the journey to the city and back and their ability to remain unnoticed by humans, or other wild creatures could save their lives.

Lavender had directed him to be very tough on the four females, because the time for training was running out. The teams were leaving the colony when the moon was in its third quarter, less than 3 nights from now. The darkness of a nearly moonless night would make their first journey into the city safer. Lavender and George knew they had many enemies in the night darkness, searching for prey, and they did not want to lose any one through carelessness to an owl or a hawk.

Bella flicked her the tip of her tail in annoyance, and thump, out of nowhere pounced Rudy. He landed with his full weight on her head and shoulders and before she could even squeak, he had pinned her paws and bit down - quite forcefully, this time - on her neck. "You're dead - again" he growled. This is the 3rd time I've caught you moving today! Bella, we're not just playing here... if you move, even one tiny flicker, after George gives the order to be still - you may never come home to the colony again. The danger you face is real. You cannot be careless or you put us all in jeopardy.

"Let's take a short break" called George, seeing Lavender striding toward them. The cats uncurled themselves from their hiding places and stretched themselves out. Whew, that feels so good, thought Bella as she leaned deeply into a stretch, then arched her back prettily before stretching out her back one more time.

Hello father, she murmered as he walked past her. Greetings Bella my princess, are you making me proud? Lavender growled. Bella hung her head for a moment, then looked up into the kind eyes of her father and realized he was not angry with her. This is the hardest work the colony will ever ask you to do, my child, he said, fear not, I'm proud of you already. You will do fine. But, you must learn patience, the other females are watching you. With that, he continued on his way to where George was waiting. He had news that must be shared.

We cannot wait any longer, we must leave at dusking tonight. Our scouts,have returned, bringing news of homeless, starving cats in Nottingham. We must try to rescue them. I've asked George to select two teams made of 1 male guard/scout and two females. Take heed of what he says, then make yourselves ready for the journey. The rest of your training must take place as you travel.

Bella looked at the other recruits, and then at the guard/scouts. The seriousness of the mission struck her like a stone. Would the others trust her as a team member? or would they remember her petulence during the training? In that moment she vowed she would not let anyone down. She would do her part to keep her team safe.

Rudy, you will take Fernfrost and Winona and leave by the north pathway at dusking, just 5 hours from now. Gabriel, you will leave with Bella and Greymist from the secret pathway, two hours later when full darkness is upon us. Lavender and I will follow at dawning tomorrow. Go now, eat and rest, an for no reason do not be late returning. With this, George turned away from the recruits and strode out of the training field, towards his den.

Bella stood up, stretched out to her full length in one lithe motion, then jumped gracefully onto the broken fence to make her way back to the ruins of the church. Thank the Queen's Memories, she purred to herself, at least that obnoxious Rudy won't be hovering about, watching my every move, waiting for me to make a mistake, so he can chastise me. Bella was so lost in her own thoughts, she didn't even even notice Rudy's amber eyes watching her leave,with something that looked almost like disapointment.

Chapter 8 - Mayhem gets a job.

2008-01-17T08:08:00.000-07:00

Mayhem was quite content. For the first few weeks on the base he stayed very close to Fred, spending most of his days tucked safely inside Fred's uniform jacket, sharing bites of his food, staying warn and safe. But....

Fred knew he couldn't continue to hide Mayhem very much longer. He was growing at an extraordinary rate, perhaps because of the teaspoon of condensed milk he got for a treat every evening - but probably due to the huge population of mice in and near the barracks...which was falling rapidly due to Mayhem's prowess as a mouser. In fact, this skill was what finally allowed Mayhem to move freely about the barracks .

Exeter was quickly becoming a major airforce base in England's war effort and its airfield was being rebuilt and enlarged to house more RAF divisions and their aircraft and troops. When the fields were torn up to be turned into landing strips, the mice living in the grass were forced to search for new homes. Many of them retreated to the warmth of the barracks. Fred soon realized that his quarters had significantly fewer mice problems because Mayhem was working diligently to capture and eat every mouse that foolishly came near.

Finally, one morning Fred approached his squadron leader. "Sir", he said, "the lads in the RCAF quarters are finding evidence of mice in their footlockers and in the cupboards." "I have a suggestion that might solve the problem." What's that? asked the leader "Well, sir", Fred started, "I think we need a cat in the barracks". "It's unusal, but I'd like to give it a try. What do you say?""I say, lets do it" responded the Squadron Leader. I think it just might work. If it does, I'll bring the idea to the Base Commander for the other divisions to try.

Where will you get a cat? he quieried. Fred smiled sheepishly, then reached into his jacket and brought out Mayhem. "I've actually had him for a little while now and he's no trouble at all. " "Well, I'll be damned," laughed the squadron leader. All right young man, you may keep this cat in your barracks, but mind you, I'll be checking to make sure he's doing his job. And, if it doesn't work out, he'll have to go. Do you understand? "Yes sir" agreed Fred.

Mayhem quickly became a favorite with the soldiers in Fred's barracks. Many of the young pilots were farm boys and were used to having cats and dogs in the barns at home in Canada. Mayhem's presence made the barracks less utilitarian and much more homelike in their eyes.

Mayhem took his role very seriously and quickly became an indomitable mouser and a great friend to all the young men. But he was definitely Fred's cat first and foremost. He seemed to understand how dangerous Fred's missions were and whenever he left, Mayhem would curl up on his bunk and wait quietly for him to return . He had a 6th sense, or he could hear the drone of the aircraft returning long before anyone else could, so every time Fred arrived back to the barracks after a mission, Mayhem would be waiting at the doorway to present him with a delicious freshly caught mouse. Naturally the men noticed this quite quickly and Mayhem's ability to predict a safe return of the bomber squadrons became a source of great pride to them and Fred. Mayhem was becoming quite a celebrity on the airbase.

Chapter 7 - Mishief makes a Friend

2007-12-22T09:06:00.000-07:00

Margot and Mischief left the station and along with the other wives and children, started walking back towards their homes. Presently Margot caught up with her friend Jenny who lived a few doors down the street. Her Jim had left on the same troop train as Fred. Jenny was walking slowly, carrying their little girl, Fiona, all wrapped up in a warm woolen cardigan and knitted cap, to keep out the evening chill. I've got a little one too, whispered Margot afer a few moments. She stopped walking and motioned for Jenny to look inside her handbag. Look at him, his name is Mischief. Inside her handbag Mischief was stretched out on his back, sound asleep, tummy up, with his front paws covering his nose, on top of a handkerchief. Well, your baby is certainly smaller than mine and not half so squirmy, laughed Jenny. Where did you get him? I'll tell you all about it, Margot answered. Come on up, I'll make some tea and we'll have a visit.

Jenny put Fiona down on the sofa while Margot lifted Mischief out of her handbag. Mischief and the little girl looked at each other sleepily. Then Fiona toppled over on top of Mischief and grabbed his ear with her chubby little hand. Mischief wiggled away happily. He had found a new playmate. He jumped up and began batting Fiona's cap around the floor, puffing himself up and pouncing on it all the while trying his best to look ferocious for her benefit. Fiona squirmed off the sofa, and toddled over to the kitten and picked him up, clasping both her hands tightly around his tummy. Mine kitty, mine kitty, she crooned as she carried him around the little apartment. You come home with me.

I'm sorry pumpkin, he can't go home with you to stay but I'll bring him over to visit every evening, promised Margot. He's a very special boy cat and I've sworn to look after him very carefully, but I'm sure Fred would be happy if you helped me once in a while.

Right now, I'll help you and Mommy walk the rest of the way home. Margo eyed Jenny's midsection thoughtfully. There was a definite bump there. It seemed likely that Fiona was going to have a brother or sister in a few months time. I'll put Mischief back in my purse and your Mommy can carry him, and I'll carry you, if you promise not to wiggle like a bunny's tail all the way down Florence Street.

Chapter 6 - Bella is surpised

2007-12-15T11:33:00.000-07:00

The cats made their way quickly to the meeting place under the church ruins. They knew Lavender was back with news of the outside world. Most of the cats had never been outside the boundaries of this colony, except when seeking a mate, so were always eager to hear stories of the King's travels.

This day however, all could see that Lavender was very concerned as he paced around and around. His guards had taken up spots on top of the walls and were watching the neigboring woodlands very intently. What was happening? What was coming their way?

Lavender told the cats briefly of his journey into Nottingham. He told them of the strange dark stillnes in the streets, then the awful sound of air raid sirens howling in the night. He spoke of the dreadful droning sound the enemy aircraft made and the even more terrible whistling, screaming cries of the bombs as they fell out of the sky. He spoke of ruined homes and destroyed buildings and of innocent humans and creatures bleeding and terrified in the streets.

There was no place for cats to hide from this dreadful danger. For many generations, free cats had known about the caves under the city of Nottingham and had claimed the dark caverns as their dens. Now, they were being forced out of their homes as thousands of humans descended to the caves every night, to find shelter from the bombings. Still worse, spoke Lavender, was the plight of the cats who had chosen to make their homes with humans. Many of these cats were being left behind locked doors to fend for themselves when the enemy bombers flew over.

Many cats who lived with humans were starving, not because of their human's cruelty, but because there was not enough food these days. Cats were being taken in motor vehicles and dropped off outside the city limits to fend for themselves. Other cats had been left behind completely, as their humans fled the cities and moved to safer places.

We are very lucky here in Whiteflower Field. We must to do what we can to keep ourselves safe and help those less fortunate, Lavender declared. So, this is what I propose we do. I have called on George, my trusty first friend, to be in charge of patrolling our boundaries and guarding our dens from wild creatures who want to take them from us. He will need volunteers to increase the watches. Those of you who wish to assist, please come forward. Penchance and Lavender were pleased to see many of the younger males come forward.

Well done, said Lavender. Now we must also put together a rescue party to come with me into the city to find homeless or helpless cats and bring them to the safety of our colony. Bella, I want you to be leader of this group. Me, squeaked Bella, before she could stop herself. I know nothing about cities, or rescue missions. Yes, you my Bella, confirmed Penchance. Many of these lost and homeless cats in the city are little more than kittens and will need the comforting presence of female cats. You have proven to me that your mothering instinct is strong. You are brave and have the memories of many brave cats before you. I know you will succeed in this.

Those of you who leave the colony have an important job to do, reminded Penchance, but those of us who stay behind have an equally valuable role to play. Our job is to make comfortable dens for these new cats we expect to join our colony and to make sure their is an ample food supply available for all of us. We will also be providing safety and comfort to cats who do not wish to remain with us forever, but simply seek a safe haven for a short while, on their journey to their new homes.

Then this is settled. Bella, please choose no more than five brave and kind cats to make the journey to the City with you under my guidance. We leave at sunset tomorrow. Penchance I trust the care of our families is safely in your hands. George's team will secure the colony's boundaries and all the rest of you are responsible for making this colony a safe new home for those who return with us. Now there is much to do. And very little time to do it.

Chapter 5 A Midnight Snack for Two.

2007-12-06T17:23:00.000-07:00

Fred sighed deeply as he took his seat in the coach car. It just wasn't right to be leaving his new bride alone at the train station on their wedding day. But, he realized as he glanced around, if looks are telling, then most of these lads feel the same way.

And, Fred knew, it would be worse for Margot. Here she was, a newly married lady and instead of having a few days alone with her new husband, right now she was walking back to her tiny two room bedsitter flat, in the attic, on Florence Street. And to add fuel to the fire, tomorrow she would be going right back to her job at the dress maker factory turned uniform factory on nearby Crocus street.

Just then Fred noticed a squirming feeling around his mid-section that reminded him of another more urgent situation. How was he going to take care of Mayhem? He was scheduled to fly out on a mission with his company tomorrow. He was certain his Seargent Major would not allow the cat to stay in the barracks alone. This cat was his link to home and Margot. He had promised to care for the cat just as he would care for his wife, and he was not going to let someone put Mayhem outside to fend for himself. Fred knew he'd have to think of something, and fast.

Mayhem on the other hand was not thinking about anything like this. He was thinking while it was nice and comfy inside the jacket and it smelled a lot like his brother, right now he was hungry. Where was momma and why wasn't she bringing him a tasty mousey morsel? So he did what most babies do, he started to call for her, first quietly and then after a few minutes, a little more vigorously.

Fred had to do something now. Not knowing what else to do, he did what he'd watched his father do when his grandchildren needed consolation. He stood up, rubbed his mid-section gently to get Mayhem's attention, then began strolling slowly up and down the train car, humming deep in his throat as he went along. Now of course Mayhem did not understand this strange, almost but not quite, purring sound, but..it was comforting, so he snuggled down once again to sleep, just as Fred finished humming the final chorus of "By the Light of the Silvery Moon". Which was a good thing, because the only other song that Fred could hum was "God Save the King", and while patriotic, it was probably not the right tune for this particular audience.

About 45 minutes later, the train pulled into the station in Exeter where Fred's company was stationed. RAF and RCAF personnel gathered their belongings and made their way off the platform to the front of the staton where they stood around in the darkness smoking and waiting for the transports to come and pick them up

Once again Mayhem started moving around inside Fred's jacket. It was becoming clear to Fred that Mayhem would not be willing to stay concealed much longer. Hey George, he called out to one of his bunkmates, its a warm evening and there's been no air raid warnings tonight. Please tell the Seargent Major that I decided to stretch my legs. I'm going to walk to the barracks. Fred lifted his rucksack to his shoulder and started walking towards the airbase.

Mayhem was moving around frantically inside his jacket by now and Fred knew he had to find a safe place to let him out. Here you go buddy, he whispered when he came to a bare spot on the road. He popped open his jacket and Mayhem rocketed out. He had business that MUST be attended to. Whoa Mayhem, don't go too far away, cautioned Fred. There's all kinds of creatures out here who might like a tasty little midnight kitten snack. Mayhem really didn't care at this point, he was just so happy to be out in the night air. He relieved himself, covered up his tracks carefully, just like he was taught to do, then looked around eagerly. He could hear Fred rooting around in his rucksack. Mayhem was curious about the whistling sound Fred was making but he had other things to do right then. His tiny nose was twitching and his ears were shifting, listening to the new and exciting sounds. Suddenly the fur on his neck raised slightly. His instincts were telling him to crouch down and creep quietly under a bush, and to stay very very still...so he did and out of the corner of his eye, he saw it - a mouse, just the right size for a young tomcat's first kill. He pounced, the mouse jumped, Mayhem righted himself, crouched, pounced again and next thing he knew he had a mouse clamped firmly in his jaws. Wasting no time, Mayhem shook the mouse violently twice and snapped its neck. Dinner was served. He was a fine hunter. Proudly he carried the mouse out onto the street where Fred could see him. What on earth is that? Why you clever little tomcat, laughed Fred. I guess you won't need a bite of my ham sandwich after all. Fred finished the sandwich quickly and reached for the jar of milk that Margot had packed for them to share. Here you go Mayhem, have some milk to to wash down your mouse meal chuckled Fred. Mayhem eyed the jar lid offered, then sidled closer and cautiously lapped it up with his tongue. After drinking his fill, Mayhem settled down close beside Fred and proceeded to wash his face and whiskers untile he was as clean as a whistle.

You're quite a self sufficient little character aren't you? Barely more than a baby, and already you can feed and clean yourself. Maybe you'll teach me me a thing or two about that. But now, Mayhem my little friend, we have to walk along, there's still 2 kilometers to go before we get to the airbase. Would you like to ride in my jacket again? Fred opened his jacket and tucked Mayhem safely inside where he immediately began a deep rumbling purr. Smiling to himself, Fred started humming "By the light of the Silvery Moon" one more time. Mayhem felt himself drifting off to sleep. Hmm, he wondered, why do cats think all humans are dangerous?

Chapter 4 - Lavender returns

2007-11-28T06:31:00.000-07:00

Penchance, my lovely queen, what terrible thing has befallen our colony, called Lavender as he strode toward her. The sun is ready to rise as it always does, and you and all the cats I've seen, appear healthy and strong. What could possibly cause such anxiety in your features? O Lavender, our worst fear is upon us, the danger I've always felt would come, has happened. Whiteflower Field's future is lost . Both young princes were taken from the church ruins two sunrises ago...by humans.

How could this happen? What carelessness caused the princes to be in harm's way? started Lavender. Stop...do not seek blame here, ..certainly not with Bella or the guards. They are distraught and Bella is inconsolable. Her kits have been taken from her weeks before nature intended. They were barely weaned and were never outside the den in the church. They have no idea of humans or the dangers to be found in their world. If these humans abandon them, they will be lucky to survive. We must find them and bring them home. Penchance started to pace back and forth in her den.

Penchance, you have never been further than the edge of the forest north of the cemetary. You have no idea of the size of the world, or the distances humans can travel in one day. It will be nearly impossible to find the princes ourselves. These are smart young tomcats. We will go into the countryside to look for them and they will look for us. We will speak to the neighboring colonies and ask them to be on the lookout as well. Be thankful it is in their nature to seek their homes. They have their Memories and if it is Godswill, they will return to us one day.

Now, I must report to you, Bella and the entire colony, of other terrible happenings. Go, George and sound the alarm. Tell all cats you see to gather together in the church in 30 minutes from now, after the sun is risen. We must make a plan to secure our safety. There is much danger and sadness in the world for cats now. What the humans call "War" is happening once again all over the country. Humans are killing each other and every living creature within reach with bombs and guns. For what reason, I cannot fathom. Nor can I begin to describe the horrible tales I have heard in the City, in the 10 sunrises since I last left the colony.

What do I care about war among humans, siged Bella. I have lost my only kits. These wars are nothing new. My memories tell me of much hunger and sadness many generations ago. Mother, you know it was a human war that led to the raid on our colony and sent your father to the bridge. Humans are vile creatures unable or unwilling to recall the Memories of their ancestors, so to avoid such dreadful times.

Exactly right, replied Lavendar. That is why we must be prepared. If what I hear is true, the bombs and guns will soon be falling on England and may well find their way to our colony. If that time arrives, we must be ready to fight. We will need to find a way to secure food and safety for everyone here. But even more important, we must be prepared to help those homeless creatures who will be leaving the cities and seeking safety and comfort in the countryside. Not all of those who come this way will be our friends. Some will see our homes and want them for themselves. Hunger, cold and fear are terrible foes and will cause many creatures to do unspeakable things to leave these things behind.

See now, the sun is rising, we must be on our way to the church. Come Penchance, Come Bella, my plan requires much from you. So saying, Lavender strode over to Bella, gently butting his face against hers, and licking her face with his raspy tongue. Yours is a pain that fills your heart, and makes it almost impossible to go on, this I know, but I also know that you must stand now with your family and the whole colony purred Lavender. You must do your part. Your pain will be your armour. Wear it bravely.

Chapter 3 - The 2nd Naming Ceremony

2007-11-28T05:56:00.001-07:00

Margot and Fred, along with their friends and the pastor, moved quickly down the pathway, towards the hired car waiting to take them back into Nottingham. Leo and Luke, except for an occasional shiver of fear, were perfectly still inside Fred's jacket.

Once the newlyweds were settled in the car heading towards the city, Fred, with a twinkle in his eye, took Margot's hand in his and said "Well Mrs. McLeod, I hadn't planned on choosing names for our children for ages yet, but what do you suggest we call this one?" Fred reached inside his jacket and pulled out Leopold. "Aren't you just a beautiful little boycat" Margo cooed softly, brushing his face against her cheek. Suddenly, Leo wasn't quite so scared anymore. This human smelled really nice, and her voice was soft and gentle. Before he could stop himself, his tongue popped out and he licked her nose. Hey, Mischief maker that's my wife you're kissing, laughed Fred. "Mischief sounds like the perfect name for thislittle boy" said Margo. Leo voiced his agreement by making a little squeaking sound.

When he heard that, Lukas began squirming wildly around in Fred's jacket, searching for a way out. He poked his head out between the top two buttons on the jacket, then squeezed himself as hard as he could through the gap. He tumbled and rolled, but managed to land with all four feet firmly under him and his claws, like straight pins, poking into Fred's leg, right through his trousers, Ouch, Fred yelped, then disentangling Lukas' claws from the fabric, laughed and said, well if the first one is Mischief, then this one is certainly Mayhem. And so, just as easy as that, they had the names by which they would be known for many years to come.

Fred MacLeod was a member of the RCAF stationed near Exeter in southwest England. He and Margot had met just 3 months earlier when Fred had taken weekend leave in Nottingham with several of his new English mates. He and his mates were attending a tea given to welcome the Canadian fighting squadron to Britain, by the ladies of Nottingham. Fred was balancing china teacup in one hand and a plate containing a dreadfully soggy egg salad sandwich in the other hand, all the while trying to carry on conversation with a councilman's wife, when he first noticed Margot. She was all the way across the garden, presiding over another table loaded with plates of similar tea sandwiches. He also noticed several other young officers were heading towards that same tea table. Thinking quicky, he downed his sandwich, and finished his lukewarm tea with one desparate gulp while marching purposely towards the prettist girl he had ever seen. The rest as they say, was history, and now Margo was his wife. He was sure he was the luckiest man in entire British Commonwealth.

It was a just a short drive into Nottingham, but for Fred and Margo, who knew Fred was leaving on the 6:00 train to meet his fighter squadron, it seemed impossible to believe that this would be the only time they would spend together for three months. Before they knew it, the day had flown past and they were standing on the platform watching the train pull into the station. Margo clung to Fred's arm, knowing that in a moment she would be just like thousands of other British wives, waving goodbye to her husband and wondering if she would ever see him again. However she was certain she was the only wife in England whose husband was smuggling a tiny black and silver tabby pointed kitten onto the train, while she snuggled his blue and cream brother in her purse.

Chapter 2 - Danger, Danger

2007-11-28T05:54:00.000-07:00

Penchance was restless this morning, as she patrolled the perimeter of the colony with her guards and advisors. New memories were surfacing in her mind every day, and had been since the Princes' arrival 6 weeks ago. Every breeze in the air, every blade of grass, every raindrop that fell, whispered to her, Danger is coming, be ready. Today there was a frighening, metallic, smell in the air which triggered an nearly uncontrollable sence of urgency. Whatever was going to happen was almost upon them. Would she be ready? Would the colony be ready? Would Whiteflower Field still be here after she was gone?

Whiteflower Field Colony wasn't easy to find. In fact, even one with the Memories was unlikely to find it easily. The colony made its dens beside a long forgotten cemetary, that every spring was carpeted with tiny white lilies of the valley. The flowers peeked out from under overgrown bushes and trees near the edge of the cemetary in early spring and left a beautiful frangrance everywhere. In the summer, the lilies gave way to dense clumps of white clover that grew up between the headstones. And in late fall, early mornings would find heavy white frost lingering in the shadows cast by the ruins of the church in the center of the field.

The broken down stone fence surrounding the cemetary provided ample nooks and crannies where the cats built safe, cozy dens to raise their kits. The grass was full of plump tasty fieldmice, moles and other delicious creatures to eat. There were even find wild honeysuckle bushes growing along the fence in the far corner, which some of the adult cats nibbled once in a while.

Yes, it was certainly a beautiful place and the community of cats living there when Lukas and Leopold arrived had called it home for more than 20 generations.
Penchance, of course, knew Whiteflower Field was the envy of many. Her Memories reminded her of many battles her colony had fought to defend their home. She remembered all those who crossed the bridge before she was born and all the struggles the colony underwent through the generations. As a newborn kit she survived the most terrible raid in the colony's history. It took the lives of her father, the King, and many other cats and kits. Penchance knew, and this was a memory which she had never disclosed to anyone, until that morning six weeks ago, when she entrusted it to Lukas, that terrible times were coming again for her colony, and that every kit of the royal family would be directly affected by it.

You see, Penchance was born on the eve of that Great Raid, and her father the King had crossed the bridge before he could entrust her with his memories. Penchance had only her mother's memories... So while she knew everything about her colony, she knew nothing of her father's lineage and had no memories of how he, or those of his colony, protected their families and homes. Ever since she could remember, she knew she would be called to battle some undescribable enemy, and ever since she could remember, she feared she would be unable to protect her family when that day arrived.

These were her thoughts..as she made her away from guard post to guard post. Suddenly, over in the corner by the honeysuckle bushes, she saw George, the kindly old ginger tomcat who carried Leopold to them. He was hunkered down close to the ground, ears close to his head, eyes staring straight ahead, not moving, barely breathing. What was he looking at? Could he see the danger she felt all around her? A scout came swiftly back to them, purring rapidly, tail twitching. There are humans on the old lane, 5 of them that we can see. They are on the way to the ruins of the church. They don't appear dangerous, but we must be on guard. Penchance nodded. She must get to the ruins before them. This was the day that Bella was going to bring the kits out of her den in the steeple of the old church. The kits would be playing there and would be in grave danger any minute now.

Penchance called out to George. "Go. Now. Find Lavender and tell him he must return today." "I fear an unknown danger has befallen our colony and I seek his guidance." Without asking a single question, George turned and together with 3 of the scouts, trotted out of the cemetary, heading north down a pathway know only to a few, towards the City, where Lavender had gone less than 10 days earlier.

Penchance virtually flew across the cemetary towards the ruins in the centre of Whiteflower Field. She could hear the humans, talking and laughing as they made their way to their destination. One of them, a female, had stopped and picked some of the Lilies of the Valley and they were entwined in her hair. In her arms she carried a bouquet of dozens more of these tiny flowers. The other female carried a smaller bundle and one of the males had a tiny sprig tucked into the lapel of his jacket.

As the humans approached the ruins, they stopped laughing and talking, and one of them, the oldest male, brought a tattered book out of his pocket. He spoke quietly to the younger humans pointing and gesturing towards the ruins. All nodded soberly and the males headed towards the raised area near the front of the ruin. One of them took an instrument out of his pocket and raised it to his lips. A female opened her mouth and filled the cemetary with song. Penchance stopped in her tracks. What was this? It was such a beautiful, sad sound the two humans were making together and it echoed off the walls of church and seemed to bring it to life. How could anyone who could make such a glorious sound be dangerous. Or was this part of the danger?

Bella and the kits heard the flute song too. The kits had been jumping around, attacking each other and playfighting with their shadows since dawn. Luke and Leo knew this was the day they were going to leave the den's safety for the first time and go outside. They just couldn't wait another second. Both of them scrambled out of the den, and down the stairs, towards the sound. Stop boys, take cover, cried Bella, but it was too late. Just as Penchance stepped over the threshold, Luke and Leo tumbled into the main body of the ruin and landed at the feet of one of the human males.

What's this, he called out...Look Fred, look, two kittens...It seems like there will be a couple more witnesses to your wedding to Margo today. Fred smiled, This was a definitely a very good omen. He reached down, and before either could move, scooped them both up and popped them inside his uniform jacket. Luke and Leo almost stopped breathing they were so frozen with fear. They had never even heard tell of humans before and didn't like being inside that pocket, not one bit. It was very dark in there, and it smelled of...peppermint. While it didn't feel dangerous exactly, it definitely didn't feel right.

Fred stepped towards the altar, with the kittens still motionless inside his jacket. He smiled tenderly at Margo as she walked towards him. At that moment Fred didn't care if he was in a strange country, training to fly an airplane full of bombs into battle with a terrible enemy. That was tomorrow. Today he was going to be blessed and bound forever to the woman he loved. Margo and Fred knew this ceremony was foolish. They knew that Fred was leaving tonight on a very dangerous mission across the English channel. They knew he might never come back. Many had gone before and few came back safely. They knew this was the only chance they'd have to be married for a long time to come. Making a decision Fred took both kittens from his jacket, handed them to the minister and said, "We didn't have enough time or money to purchase rings. Please bless these kittens and they will be what binds us to each other until we are together again".

The minister thought for a moment, then nodded his head in agreement. These were terrible times, there might not be a future for anyone after today. Why not let these two young lovers bind themselves together in whatever manner was available to them. He silently blessed the two kittens, then taking Leo, handed him to Fred, saying...this kitten serves as a living token of your love for Margo. Do you entrust him to Margo this day, to care for and love, just as she loves you? Yes, I do. I love Margo with all my heart and know she will watch over this kitten and me always. Frank responded happily and handed the kitten gently to Margo.

Then taking Lukas, the minster turned to Margo and said Will you entrust this kitten to Fred, as a token of your love for him, knowing he will nurture it and care for it just as he plans to do for you. O yes, I will love him always as I love him today whispered Margo and handed Lukas carefully to Fred. The minister then declared "Although you begin your lives together at a dangerous time, you have promised in God's house, and in the presence of his creatures, to love each other and have agreed to care for these helpless creatures as proof of your love for one another." I now declare to all those present and to all England, that you two are now one in the eyes of God. So it was done.

Penchance and Bella remained motionless and horrified in one dark corner of the ruin. What were these humans going to do with the colony's young princes. Surely they would put them down as soon as the ceremony was over. But no, they did not. The humans kissed each other, the female tossed her bundle of flowers towards the other female and then they all ran down the aisle of the ruin, outside and across the cemetary. What was going on? Where were they taking the princes?

Chapter 1 - On the First Day

2007-11-27T19:03:00.002-07:00

It was just a few minutes before midnight, on a clear moonless night when he was born. He was a singleton and his momma expected he would be the only kitten she would ever give birth to. But, she purred to herself, he was definitely a keeper. Less than a minute old, he was already wobbling around, head bobbing and nose twitching, looking for something to eat.
After breakfast and his first bath, momma Bella curled herself into a ball, with him snuggled into the middle, and wrapped her tail around both of them to keep everyone warm and cozy. Bella knew they must rest now. She was expecting important visitors before daybreak The news of this baby's birth would be all over the colony by early morning and all the others would want to meet him.
Sure enough, it felt like she just closed her eyes, when she heard the rustle of the first visitor settling down beside her. Ohh, I'd love to have a few more moments of peace and quiet, before it starts, she thought, but...Good morning Momma, she purred sleepily as the Queen of the colony made her presence known. I hear he's arrived, stated Penchance. May I see him?Of course Momma, Bella murmered as she uncurled from her warm nest. Here he is.
Penchance, closed her eyes, and prepared herself for her first look at her grandson. O my he is very handsome, she purred when she opened her eyes again. He had dark, solid dark tabby stripes on his legs, face and even on his miniscule tail. She could see the definite shape of the double crown markings on his forehead. His ears, while barely visible, and still tucked very close to his head were dark and, yes, they showed the promise of tufts on the tips. He was definitely a prince. Perchance smiled to herself Perhaps this was the one the colony had been waiting for.
What will his name be? whispered Bella. She knew this kitten's name was crucial to his wellbeing and to that of her whole colony. That's why naming was always the responsibility of the king and queen. They were the holders of history. They alone recorded the stories of the entire colony in their memories and it was their duty to pass this history to the royal kittens. This must be done by daybreak on the day of the kitten's birth, or dreadful hardship would befall the colony for many seasons. And it was especially important on the birth of a royal tom kitten, because he would go into the world far beyond the boundaries of his birthplace and find a mate from another colony when he was grown. This was the way of all cats and all cats recorded history in this way from the beginning of time.
His name shall be, Queen Penchance started to say...when suddenly she was interrupted by a commotion at the entrance to the den. Wait! a voice growled from the darkness. Do not name this kitten until I have seen him with my own eyes, and know him for a prince. O Gracious Keeper of our Lives, sighed the Queen, it's your father the King, Bella. Apparently he's back from his latest tour of the pig stys and slop shops in the outskirts of the city and wants his part in naming your kit. I'll deal with this...The Queen rose calmly from Bella's bedside and strolled towards the voice. What on earth do you think you're doing, she said, keeping her eyes focused sternly on the tomcat. Do you not realize the fate of our whole colony resides with passing on our memories to this youngster before day breaks. What possible interest do you have in naming him? You, who return to your colony once or twice per season and spend the rest of your time doing goodness know what, with little thought for your responsibilities.
My interest in this kit, is that of a grandfather, no less than yours as its grandmother. growled Lavender, the King. However, before I make the acquainteance of our new prince, I must tell you my uncommon news. Three hours past, as I was making my way home, I came across a young kit crying and alone by the roadside. He was barely more than newborn, his mother lying dead in the grass, a victim of some animal of the night. As King, I could not leave this kit to die from cold or starvation, or some other horror, nor could I safely bring it to this colony until I was sure he was properly named and had received the living memories.
What have you done you old fool? hissed Penchance, losing her composure for a few seconds. Do you mean you have given this waif our colonies memories, before our long awaited prince received his. Do you realize the significance of this... You have given away your grandson's birthright. You well know it is the liferight of the firstborn grandson to receive both grandparent's memories in order to maintain the link to the others in this world and to those in the world beyond the bridge.
Of course I know this, my lovely Penchance, but what could I do? Cats must always watch out for each other. This kit would have died several hours back had I not taken him in. And just look at him, my dear, I believe he is well suited to become part of our family. Lavender waved his paw and out of the darkness, stepped a scruffy ginger-striped tomcat carrying a tiny bundle gently in his mouth. Penchance stared at her husband, her green eyes brilliant with curiosity, then opening wide with astonishment. The baby kit before her was an identical twin to the one in Bella's paws, except his tabby marking were blue/grey in color and he had a tiny white tip on his little tail.
Quit arguing your two and bring the baby to me, Bella murmered, I can see he's freezing and hear him crying for food. I will never have another kitten and I have plenty of milk to feed two babies. The king and queen looked at the kit, then at each other, and realized what would be done, was already done. This kit already shared the memories of the colony and had received his name. There was very little else they could do, but accept that fate had made this choice for them and love both kits as young princes of Colony Whiteflower Field.
What ridiculous name have you chosen for this new prince? asked Penchance. His name is Prince Leopold the Plucky and Brave, declared Lavender, with just a hint of mischief hiding behind his whiskers. And what name have you chosen for our other grandson? His name, since before this and five other lifetimes has been Lukas, First Prince of Loyalty and Honor, decreed Penchance. So saying, the queen walked over to Lukas, placed him gently between her front paws, close to her heart and nuzzled him quietly on the tummy, the forehead and the chest, while purring steadily. After a few moments, she spoke softly to him, saying, "it is done, my beautiful grandson. These memories are yours to share with those who come after you. " Then, she licked him softly on the nose and carried him back to his mother, while Lavender quietly placed Leopold beside his brother. Both kits immediately remembered they were hungry and after just a few seconds, quietly settled down to their second breakfast of the day.
Bella, both of these are your kits and kits of our colony. We and all cats of Whiteflower Field bind them to us from this day forward. It is our honor and duty to care for them and watch out for them, now and in all our lives, decreed Penchance and Lavender, in harmony, while Bella nodded her head sleepily in agrement.
Come Lavender, we must leave this new family to rest. And, we must prepare the announcement of their arrival. I think they're asleep already agreed the Old King, winking at her with another one of his famous grins hiding in his whiskers...perhaps you'd like to settle down with me for a bit of a nap with me before the day begins? Get out of here, you silly old tomcat, laughed Penchance, walking nonchalantly toward her own den, her tail, curling elegantly across her back. Don't you think you've made enough of a nuisance of yourself for one night?