Deep within the Jellicle Junkyard, two cats were conversing. One was a handsome black tuxedo tom, who had a white, ruffly bib and bowtie spot beneath his neck. His tail sported a white tip as did his legs and his right arm. His left paw was completely black, as was his headfur. His face was white with a black nose and thin black streaks on either side of his face. The other, was a small and pristine queen who was and ivory white. Scattered down her shoulders and her thighs were petite stripes of tan. Down her sides these same lines were arrayed in a network of x's. her face was tan rimmed, as were her eyelids. She was smiling and happy were her companion was sad and frowning.
"What is it, Mistoffelees? What do you want to talk about?" she asked, bubbling in her excitement to be near him.
"Victoria, have you decided yet?" the addressed Mistoffelees asked with near desperation and exasperation in his voice.
"No, I just can't. I don't want to hurt you or Plato by deciding. Love is a very complicated and delicate thing, I don't want to choose the wrong tom," Victoria explained, the smile draining from her face to be replaced with a frown.
"But- but it's tearing me apart!" Misto exclaimed, his eyes tearing and misty as he tried to hold back tears.
"I don't know what to do," was all she could say, bowing her head.
"Well, I can do it anymore, Vicky. I'm sorry," Mistoffelees sighed, turning from the speechless white queen and leaving the small clearing of the junkyard.
Her mouth stood agape and her mind wavered from one thought to another. Mistoffelees, the handsome tuxedoed magician, had just left her? He was leaving? She shook her head to regain her wits and darted after him, desperately needing him to stay. Once she caught up to him, she grabbed his shoulder and turned him to face her.
"Wh-where are you going? What are you doing?" she asked him, searching his face for the answer.
"I don't know. All I know is I can't be in this... love triangle anymore. I can't stand you saying you love me one minute and Plato the next. There are too many mixed messages, I just can't. I-I'm sorry," he spoke broken-heartedly as a tear rolled down his cheek and disappeared in a flash of glittering sparks before she could plead for him to stay.
Victoria sank to the ground, tears falling in currents down her face. In that moment she realized how much Mistoffelees, her kitten-hood companion and friend, meant to her. She couldn't live her life without him! She hadn't wanted anyone hurt by her indecision between the two toms. All she wanted was to find who she truly loved and could spend the rest of her life with. She had realized all to late, for Mistoffelees was gone and would not come back. How angry Plato would be when she told him that she had finally chosen and Misto was the one. She shivered at the thought of how menacing and furious he would become. Plato was a handsome and pleasant tom enough, but she did not want him. He scared her on more than one level. His anger and his desire for her unsettled her the most. With Mistoffelees though, he was gentle, honest and his love for her was apparent. She felt safe around the big hearted magician. But, she had broken his heart and could do nothing about it. Or could she?
"I must get him back," she determined, standing and wiping her tears away, "I must show him how I feel. He has shown so much love for me, I took it for granted. Never again will I hurt you Misto. I love you,"
And with that, she set of to find her friends and seek their guidance in making Misto fall in love with her again.
Here is my entry for BroadwayKhaos' contest. Hope whoever reads enjoys it. I am so surprised I stayed under the word limit. Amazing! So please, review!
