Title: Sing
Word Count:244
A/N: I finally wrote a drabble about Jemima, my favorite character!

The young queen’s giant, velvety brown eyes shifted around nervously: None of the new kittens had ever been inside Old Deuteronomy’s den before. In fact, she had never even seen Deuteronomy himself inside the den! He was always with the rest of the tribe, or off at the vicarage wall. And she was frightened. He had called her into the den during the ball. It was her first Jellicle Ball, and she was concerned she had done something wrong.

“Am I in trouble?” she whispered to him. He smiled kindly down at her innocent, open face.

“No,” he replied, “You’re not in trouble. Quite the opposite, in fact.”

She gazed up at his face in wonder.

“What’s going on?” she asked, “Why did you bring me here?”

Her eyes widened at a new thought that passed through her mind.

“Is this about that cat?” she wondered aloud, “The grey one? Skimble says I shouldn’t talk to her.”

Deuteronomy gazed sadly at the den entrance, where music wafted in from the ball that was going on beyond a mound of garbage.

“Skimble is a very nice cat, Jemima,” he said finally, “And I don’t want you to think you shouldn’t listen to him. But sometimes even us old cats get things wrong.”

“You want me to talk to her?” the kitten asked in an awed whisper at the thought she should disobey one of the grown-ups.

“No,” said Old Deuteronomy, “I want you to sing.”