By Zoe
*From the Author* A/N:- This is a story loosely based on the "Parzivale" legend. Enjoy!
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But every time it rains,
You're here in my head,
Like the sun coming out--
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
And I don't know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.
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Pouncival stretched and found a comfortable spot in the rising sun while his mother busied herself with odd jobs. A great day to be wasted. Pouncival lived a relatively easy life on a farm with his mother, Noilly Prat. In admist his lazy sleeping and his mother's busywork, a few cats came running past.
Pouncival yelled at their backs, "Hey, do you know my dad?" This was a common habit for him to ask travelers about his father, considering since, that his father left him and his mother to fend for themselves.
They stopped in their tracks, thought for a minute to what they heard, then, "Who's ya da'? Does 'e 'ave a name?"
Pouncival walked up to where they stopped. "Yeah, I think his name was Grumbuskin." The other cats shook their heads.
One of the cats piped up, "Sowie lad, we don' know 'im. Ma'be Ol' 'euteronomy o' ta Jellicle 'ribe knows. 'es a lil way from 'ere..an' ma'be 'ecome a memba."
Smiling at this encouraging information, he sang, "Thanks!" Without another glance, he dashed off towards his mother.
"Mama! Mama!" he managed to get out while running and panting. "I wanna be a member of the Jellicle Tribe! A couple of cats over there told me the tribe could help me find my father. Can you help me?" Pouncival said in one huge breath and smiled at his mother.
"Yes, my son. But-" Noilly said sternly. "-you have to promise me you'll come back."
"Sure, Mama! I just wanna find out about my dad!" Pounce said happily, before jumping into a hay stack. His mother smiled nervously at her playing son.
