A Dream Deferred
by
Genevieve
A little note from me: Hi!!!!!!!! This is my second attempt at CATS fan fiction. I think that everyone who enjoyed Untitled Love Story will like this story. This also will become NC-17 at some point, but until then I will just keep it at a lower rating. I also wanted to say that the characters in this story will have different relationships with each other. For example Mungo and Rumple might be mates in this story, instead of brother and sister. Just wanted to tell you this so you wont think I am perverted or something like that. So with no further adieu here it is: A Dream Deferred….
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What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat
Or crust and sugar over-
Like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
- Langston Hughes
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The sun was sinking below the horizon, cascading deep hues of purple, red, pink, and orange across the quiet Junkyard. The hustle and bustle of the day had slowly become a low murmur. All around the Junkyard, cats were huddled in small groups conversing, and in the kittens' cases trying to get a quick game of tag in before they were hauled off for the night by their parents. Few and far between a lone cat would lie alone regarding the Junkyard with silent wondering. One such cat was Munkustrap.
Munkustrap had known for as long as he could remember, that someday he would be the leader of the cats surrounding him. He had spent the majority of his kitten hood with his father, rather than the kittens his age. Instead of playing tag and hide-and-go-seek with his friends, he spent his days with Old Deuteronomy learning how to become a great leader for the Jellicle tribe.
Now Munkustrap was considered an adult in the tribe, but little about him had changed since his days as a kitten. He was still the stern black and silver tom with the serious expression and an attitude to match. Even though he was quite strict, his rugged good looks shone through. The one thing that had changed about him was his size. He had always been a large kitten but now was one of the largest toms in the tribe.
Thinking about it, many things had changed within the tribe. Cats that had been dearly loved had been sent to the Heaviside Layer, a new generation of Jellicles had been born, and kitten hood friends had become mates.
Many things had stayed the same as well. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer still nicked things on a regular basis, Tugger and Bombalurina still had an infamous love/hate relationship, the kittens still went crazy for Tugger, and Macavity still made occasional visits to the Junkyard and scared the crap out of Demeter.
Munkus heaved a heavy sigh as his thoughts turned to Demeter. Like him Demeter had also been a very mature kit. Most of this maturity came from her experiences with Macavity, which caused her to grow up much more quickly than anyone could have wished. This maturity was something the two cats had shared from early on, and Munkus and Demeter became fast friends. At one point in time, Munkus thought he wanted to be Demeter's mate, but those days were long gone. Demeter had shared the same feeling, but sadly her love for Munkus had never faded. Munkustrap had tried so hard, for so long to get it through Demi's mind that he just wasn't interested in her like that. His constant distancing had caused Demeter to pursue him more and more. Now Demeter never gave up a chance to spend time with him. As children they had meaningful, fulfilling conversations, but now Demeter would fawn over him and bat her eyelashes flirtatiously in a dreadful attempt to mimic Bombalurina. As much as Demeter got on his nerves, he had to admit that she was a gorgeous queen. Her coat was a mixture of black, white, and gold. Her eyes were dazzling amber that seemed to brighten and sparkle whenever Munkus was around. But looks weren't all that mattered to Munkustrap. He wanted a queen who he could have intelligent conversations with, and who acted like an equal when he was around, not a lovesick puppy. And Munkustrap had a particular queen in mind that could fulfill all his needs…
Hi!!! So what did everything think? As you can probably tell, the poem at the beginning and the title go hand in hand. Just so you know the poem will make sense within the story, I have already figured out how!!!! The thing I am struggling with is who the queen Munkus loves is. So what I was thinking is you could give me any feedback, and tell me who you would like it to be. If I don't like her, then it wont be her. But you can still try. THANKS!!!!!!!
by
Genevieve
A little note from me: Hi!!!!!!!! This is my second attempt at CATS fan fiction. I think that everyone who enjoyed Untitled Love Story will like this story. This also will become NC-17 at some point, but until then I will just keep it at a lower rating. I also wanted to say that the characters in this story will have different relationships with each other. For example Mungo and Rumple might be mates in this story, instead of brother and sister. Just wanted to tell you this so you wont think I am perverted or something like that. So with no further adieu here it is: A Dream Deferred….
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What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat
Or crust and sugar over-
Like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
- Langston Hughes
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The sun was sinking below the horizon, cascading deep hues of purple, red, pink, and orange across the quiet Junkyard. The hustle and bustle of the day had slowly become a low murmur. All around the Junkyard, cats were huddled in small groups conversing, and in the kittens' cases trying to get a quick game of tag in before they were hauled off for the night by their parents. Few and far between a lone cat would lie alone regarding the Junkyard with silent wondering. One such cat was Munkustrap.
Munkustrap had known for as long as he could remember, that someday he would be the leader of the cats surrounding him. He had spent the majority of his kitten hood with his father, rather than the kittens his age. Instead of playing tag and hide-and-go-seek with his friends, he spent his days with Old Deuteronomy learning how to become a great leader for the Jellicle tribe.
Now Munkustrap was considered an adult in the tribe, but little about him had changed since his days as a kitten. He was still the stern black and silver tom with the serious expression and an attitude to match. Even though he was quite strict, his rugged good looks shone through. The one thing that had changed about him was his size. He had always been a large kitten but now was one of the largest toms in the tribe.
Thinking about it, many things had changed within the tribe. Cats that had been dearly loved had been sent to the Heaviside Layer, a new generation of Jellicles had been born, and kitten hood friends had become mates.
Many things had stayed the same as well. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer still nicked things on a regular basis, Tugger and Bombalurina still had an infamous love/hate relationship, the kittens still went crazy for Tugger, and Macavity still made occasional visits to the Junkyard and scared the crap out of Demeter.
Munkus heaved a heavy sigh as his thoughts turned to Demeter. Like him Demeter had also been a very mature kit. Most of this maturity came from her experiences with Macavity, which caused her to grow up much more quickly than anyone could have wished. This maturity was something the two cats had shared from early on, and Munkus and Demeter became fast friends. At one point in time, Munkus thought he wanted to be Demeter's mate, but those days were long gone. Demeter had shared the same feeling, but sadly her love for Munkus had never faded. Munkustrap had tried so hard, for so long to get it through Demi's mind that he just wasn't interested in her like that. His constant distancing had caused Demeter to pursue him more and more. Now Demeter never gave up a chance to spend time with him. As children they had meaningful, fulfilling conversations, but now Demeter would fawn over him and bat her eyelashes flirtatiously in a dreadful attempt to mimic Bombalurina. As much as Demeter got on his nerves, he had to admit that she was a gorgeous queen. Her coat was a mixture of black, white, and gold. Her eyes were dazzling amber that seemed to brighten and sparkle whenever Munkus was around. But looks weren't all that mattered to Munkustrap. He wanted a queen who he could have intelligent conversations with, and who acted like an equal when he was around, not a lovesick puppy. And Munkustrap had a particular queen in mind that could fulfill all his needs…
Hi!!! So what did everything think? As you can probably tell, the poem at the beginning and the title go hand in hand. Just so you know the poem will make sense within the story, I have already figured out how!!!! The thing I am struggling with is who the queen Munkus loves is. So what I was thinking is you could give me any feedback, and tell me who you would like it to be. If I don't like her, then it wont be her. But you can still try. THANKS!!!!!!!
