Wonderland

Kitty's P.O.V. 
        "Kit, breakfast!" Hattress shouted from downstairs.  I bolted up from bed.  I smiled and faded.  I reappeared in the dinning room next to my father, the Cheshire Cat.  He jumped.  I was getting better at fading, but my aim was still a bit off.  
        "Kitty!  What did I tell you about fading in the house?!" my father asked.  I looked at him, then at the floor.  Ears back, I frowned.  
        "Don't do it until I can do it correctly," I said, eyes still downcast. Hattress entered the room, a big plate of chicken in her hands.  She jumped back, probably scared by my sudden appearance.  
        "I didn't hear you come down, Kitty-Cat.  You take after your father," she said, caressing my cheek.  My father shook his head and furrowed his brows.  
        "She faded.  She didn't pounce down the stairs with cat-like stealth and quietness; she faded.  Even though she knows she's not supposed to," he said with an angry look.  
        "I know, that's why she's like you, Chessy," she answered.  Scratching behind my ear, Hattress kissed my head.  I purred, because she was getting at that itch I just couldn't seem to scratch.  "Alrighty now!  Where's your sister?" she asked me.  I looked behind me to see if she had timed it just right for her to appear inside of a cloud of orange smoke.  But alas, Maddison had yet to get out of bed.  
        "I'll get her, " I grumbled, getting out of bed and climbing the steps.  As I reached the top, I headed straight for my sister's room.  The door was closed and locked, as usual.  Although I was told not to, I smiled, faded, and reappeared in Maddison's tea party themed room.  Orange walls and purple floor covered in pieces of paper with spells written on them caused the room to seem smaller than it was.  Books littered her desk.  Spell books.  Potion books.  Baking and cooking books.  Textbooks.  But the one that caught my eye was the one book I knew wasn't hers.  A book on humans.  
        "Kit, Maddy, rise and shine!  Breakfast is ready!" I heard my dad yell from down the rickety stairs.  I looked at her couch.  Nobody.  Her bed was barren.  I sighed.  
        "If you're on the ceiling, planning to jump down and scare me, you are about to lose your top hat, again," I stated, calmly.  Looking up, I saw what I was expecting, but not quite the way I was expecting it.  I saw Maddy, but she wasn't readying herself for an attack.  Oh, no.  On the contrary, she was asleep.  "What in the Land of Wonder are you doing, Maddison Hatter?" I asked her, not expecting a response. 
        "Huh?" she murmured, rubbing her eyes and yawning.  She stretched her arms, cracking her shoulder.  Blinking, she quirked her head.  "Whatever are you doing, Kitty?  Why in Wonderland are on the ceiling?  And, why is the room upside down?" she asked, looking around.  
        "One: I am here to tell you breakfast is ready.  Two: I am on the floor, and you, my friend, are on the ceiling.  And, three: The room is not up-side down.  You are," I said, crossing my arms.  She looked confused.  Then, I thought of something.  Picking up her hairbrush, I told her, "If I am on the ceiling, the brush will fall to you, but if you are on the ceiling, the brush will fall to me.  Okay?"   She nodded, and I dropped the wooden brush.  It fell to my feet with a soft thunk.  I looked at my sister, whose eyes had widened.  Then, ........she screamed. 
       Maddison hit the ground with a loud slam and groaned in pain. I watched, laughing hysterically before helping her up. Maddison glared at me with her bright purple, eyes before snatching her dark brown brush and yanking it through the curly orange mound that she calls hair.
       "Oh, shut up, Kit," Maddison grumbled, picking up her purple top hat with its orange sash and over-sized brown-orange jacket with its purple sash around the waist, "Let's just go eat our breakfast, so Mum and Cheshire don't get angry."
       I nodded, my stripped tail swishing as I ran down the stairs but ended up landing on top of Maddison after she poofed into the dinning room in a cloud of orange smoke and purple glitter. Maddison groaned before shoving me off and lifting me by the scruff of my neck and throwing me into the chair before sitting in the one next to it. I smirked at my sister and in return, she glared at me, her green eyes turning dark orange.  
      "Maddy, don't grab your sister by her scruff.  She isn't a kitten anymore," my dad said not even looking up from his paper.  Tail swishing and ears back, I hissed at Maddison.  My eyes went from light purple to hot pink.  I showed my fangs and threatened to bite her.  "Kitty, don't hiss at your sister!" my dad yelled at me, rolling his newspaper and hitting me across the head with it.  I hissed at him, as well.  He hissed back.  
       "There is such a double standard here!  It's not fair!  I'm older, therefore I deserve to not be mistreated by this-this tea party twit!" I yelled, gesturing towards Maddison.  
       "Kitty, don't call your sister bad names!  It's not nice!" shouted Hattress, from the other room.  I rolled my eyes at that.  
      "She's not my sister!  Stop trying to convince us that we are!  Give it a rest!  You are not my mom!  He is not her dad!  Stop trying to shove this shit down our throats!  And, no, I will not 'watch my language', Hattress!  We are not a family!  Stop pretending that we are!" I shouted at her, claws growing.  I faded, but instead of my smile staying, it was my eyes.  I reappeared in my room, crying.  I turned to my bed and crawled underneath.  I curled up and waited for what I knew would happen.  
        "Kit, you in there?" I heard Maddison ask from outside the door.  I purred a low purr only meant for my ears.  "I'm coming in," she said, just before she poofed into the room.  I kept quiet.  "Kit, come out now," she ordered. 
        "I don't wanna," I pouted.  Then, I was in the middle of the room.  I growled, "Hattress told you not to do that.  Not to use your magic on me."  She tossed her head slightly back and laughed. 
        "Shaddup, Kit, and give me a hug," she said, extending her arms to me.  I begrudgingly got up and hugged her.  It wasn't because I wanted to.  Maddison is just really good at hugging.  "What's wrong?  I know you didn't mean what you said down there, Catfish.  So, what in Wonderland is troubling you?"  I rolled my eyes at the nickname she had given me the day we met. 
        "I thought I told you not to call me that," I uttered.  She chuckled, petting my head. 
        "Yeah, but I like the word.  It sounds funny and is fun to say," she explained.  Laughing a little, I sighed and ended the hug.  She looked at me, encouraging me to explain my outburst. 
        "Ah, stop looking at me like that.  You know I can't say 'no' to that face," I whined.  She chuckled again. 
        "And, that is why I wear it, so tell me," she stated.  I groaned. 
        "Fine.  I'm still not into the whole new mom, new house, new sibling, new life thing.  I miss my mom.  I miss our tree.  I miss being a Tom's-Little-Kitten(Daddy's-Little-Girl for cats).  I miss my life.  I want it back, but, "I paused and looked at Maddison.  I choked on the words, but managed to say, "......but, I know I'd miss having a sister as awesome as you in my life.  That's the only thing that makes this bearable, and it bites when my dad favors you.  I'm not used having another kid in the house, and it hurts when that kid is younger.  I used to be the runt, and now it's you, and now my dad isn't treating me the same, and it fucking bites!"  She looked at me, then smiled, brushing the loose hair out of my face. 
        "What did I tell you the day we moved in together, "I stayed silent, "I know you miss your mom.  I miss my dad, but we've known since the war that we aren't getting them back.  I know you miss your tree.  I miss me and my mom's cave, but we had to compromise.  I know that it is weird to have a sister.  It's weird for me, too, but it's too awesome to hate.  I miss my life before the war just as much as you miss yours, but like I said, 'We all had to make sacrifices, and this is one of them,'.  Remember, 'Side by side, or miles apart...." 
        "'Sisters are always connected by the heart.'" I finished the saying we had adopted.  Smiling, I sat down, pulling Maddison with me.  Together we sat and talked, until I remembered the strange book I had seen in her room.  "Mads, I know about the book....."  She stopped. 
        "W-what in Wonderland d-do speak of, sister?" she said, shakily.  I rolled my eyes and gave her my signature 'You-know-exactly-what-I-am-talking-about-now-spill-the-beans' look.  She cracked.  "Okay, fine.  I have a book on humans.  What is so bad about that?" 
        "'What is so bad about that?'?  Mads, you know what my dad and Hattress would do if they found that in your room.  Why do you have it?" I demanded. 
        "'Cause!  I was curious, and I wanted to know more.  You know how I get!"  I nodded. 
        "Doesn't matter!  Those kinds of books are forbidden!  You could get into serious trouble for having one in your possession!  You have to get rid of it!" I shouted. 
        "Get rid of what?" Hattress asked as she opened the door.  I assumed she used magic to unlock it.  We both jumped at the sight of her. 
        "Uh-uh, nothing, Hattress!  What's up?" I asked, blanking on what to say.  All she did was smile. 
        "Have you two made up?"  We both nodded vigorously.  "Great!  Um, your father and I would like to speak to you two downstairs.  Hurry up."  With that she closed the door, and we could hear her trot merrily down the stairs.  We immediately followed her.  We met my dad in the living room.  He seemed to be pondering something.  He looked so pensive. 
        "Hello, girls.  Please, sit," he said, not even looking up at us.  We linked arms and sat on the couch.  "We have to talk." 
        "What's wrong?" I asked, curious.  He put down the Wonderland Weekly and finally looked at us.  Rubbing his eyes, he sighed.  He seemed deeply troubled by what was on his mind. 
        "We have to leave Wonderland," he stated, looking us in the eyes.  I stood, clenching my fists. 
        "What?!  No, no, I refuse to move again!  This is bullshit!" 
        "Kitty-Cat, we have no choice.  I just got word from White Rabbit.  There is another war about to be waged, and we don't want to be caught in the middle of it.  Not like last time.  We all lost so much fighting.  I don't want to lose anything more.  I can't.  I am not willing to lose you, Kitty-Cat, like I lost your mother.  It would be the end of me.  And, I don't want to lose Hattress, either, " he said, looking at her.  She put her hand on his shoulder.  He grabbed it and kissed it softly.  "Nor do I wish to lose Maddison." 
        "You wouldn't.  I'm a fighter jus like Mom was," I said, tears in my eyes. 
        "Being a fighter didn't save her, now did it?"  He began to cry softly.  I hadn't seen him cry since the day we lost my mother.  "Now, go to your rooms and pack all you will need.  Nothing unnecessary, alright?  We have to leave in an hour.  Hurry!  Go!  Go!" he instructed.  Maddison immediately poofed into her room and I faded there as well. 
        "Kit, what are you doing?  You need to go pack your stuff.  Go," she said.  I grabbed her suitcase from under her bed. 
        "I can do that later.  I'm gonna help you with your stuff.  What books are you bringing?" I asked, as I looked at her array of books. 
        "I don't know.  All of them....." she said, quietly.  I looked at her , then her tremendous bookshelf, then back at her. 
        "You have got  to be kidding me, Maddison.  There are too many books.  I know you love your books, but you wouldn't be able to carry them all.  They must weigh a collective 500 pounds, " I told her.  She fidgeted so much; she looked like she was dancing. 
        "I know.  I know, but I just learned this shrinking spell, and it will help.  I promise," she tried. 
        "Shrinking won't help.  They will weigh the same.  They would just have a smaller volume," I countered.  She shook her head. 
        "No, no, this spell also lightens them.  I'll be able to bring them all!" she stated, gleefully.  I groaned.  She always found a way to keep all of her reading material.  Grabbing about a dozen books from the shelves, I placed them in the center of the room. 
        "Here goes.  Ego hodie praecipio ut me in Terra Mirabili potentia rebus.  Subtraxerim utilium haec maxime.  Hoc facite in meam adesse festinant tempora, " Maddison shouted.  Then, in a puff of magic smoke and sparkles, the books shrunk down to a tenth of their original sizes. 
        "Wow.  That was pretty cool.  Where'd you learn that?" I asked.  She shrugged. 
        "Dunno.  Just woke up one night and had the words in my head.  Had to write it down quickly before they left.  It was really weird," she told me.  That was strange indeed.  We finished up with her books  in minutes.  We moved onto her clothes.  She told me she wasn't going to take all the clothes, since they didn't all fit.  She was only going to bring the ones that mattered.  We grabbed her purple top hat that her dad had given her, along with his coat.  We grabbed her brown boots, orange heels, and green flats.  We basically grabbed everything, since she had very little clothing.  So much for only taking the ones that mattered.  She only took up a suitcase, because she had shrunk everything.  Lastly, she grabbed her tea set.  It was the one her dad had given her.  She dare not shrink it, in fear that it would be ruined.  So, she carefully maneuvered all of the plates and tea cups and saucers into a hat box.  She then finished up by placing the old tea pot in a silver box to keep it safe.  When we finished, she poofed the suitcase and boxes downstairs.  We headed to my room.  It had only been ten minutes, so we needn't fret over being late.  
        My room had very little in it.  We grabbed my purple dress and pink shorts.  Grabbing my journal, I took out my suitcase from the closet.  I had wished to never have use for it, but my wish hadn't come true.  We shoved what I had in it and sighed when we finished.  We carried it downstairs.  I looked up.  
        "Glaucia Aquila Yaroslava Slava Petrov!  We almost forgot you!" I shouted at our baby Bandersnatch.  I picked him up.  His yellow eyes gleamed.  
        "We can't take him, Kit.  He will grow and there are no Bandersnatches where we are going.  We have to leave him," said my dad.  I hugged the little monster closer.  
        "No, I refuse to leave him!  He is the last thing Mom gave me!  I can't leave him!" I shouted at him.  Maddison came to my aid.  
        "Cheshire, I know a spell that will make Glaucia seem normal in the eyes of humans.  He will look like one of there big--what are they called--dogs.  It will stunt his growth until the spell has been lifted, but he will seem normal to them.  We don't have to leave him behind," she announced.  He seemed shocked, but agreed.  "Turn hanc bestiam in aliquid de novo . Emittet illum in aliquid limus.  Meminisse etenim debemus novum condere, ubi populus videns faciem clamatis," she spoke and touched his fur.  He shone but didn't seem to change.  "He will appear the same to us, but everyone else will see him as a large 'dog'.  I would suggest we all take on this spell, for we must look strange to humans.  Especially, our two cats here," she said, pointing to my father and I.  
        "First off, where did you learn that?" my father asked, crossing his arms.  Maddison looked him straight in the eye when she spoke.  
        "It was the first spell in the spell book my father gave me," she said, putting her hands on her hips.  He nodded.  We all then went under the spell to hide who we were from the humans.  After the hour was up, we headed to The Looking Glass.  It was the official portal between our world and the humans'.  
        "Dad, are we going to the humans' world?" I asked.  He nodded.  I looked at Maddison.  
        "How did you know?" I asked.  
        "I had a hunch," she stated, simply.  Laughing we stepped towards the large mirror.  
        "This is it.  We are leaving Wonderland.  I can't believe we have to do this," said Hattress.  My father grabbed her hand and kissed it.  He looked at her sorrowfully.  
        "We have to, my love, " he told her.  He grabbed my hand and told me to hold Maddison's hand.  I did so with no argument.  I was scared.  I was so scared.  
        "Goodbye, Wonderland, " I whispered as we entered The Looking Glass.  We stepped through, never to return.  No one said we would be gone for good, but I knew.  There was no looking back.  Our lives were changing again.  Imagination is the only weapon against reality.