A/N: Okay, all. I managed to get a second wind for writing! This is another CATS fic, only this one is different from my others. I decided to write a story for everyone! These are just short one-shots that really have nothing to do with the others. The first few I will write from my imagination. However! If you would like to see one of your favorite pairings have an appearance, just write their names in the review, and their descriptions if they are one of your own characters (and personality too, if possible), and I will write you a one-shot about them. And it doesn't have to be romance! Or, if you'd like to write a story yourself, just email me the story and give me permission to post it in "Chicken Soup for the CATS Lovers Soul", and I will give you proper credit.

Disclaimer: I don't own the original characters of CATS. But I do own the idea for this story.

Summary: This is a pointless piece of fluff to get the ball rolling. Pouncival hates kiss chase, until he gets to play it firsthand...

Pounce Tag

"What are we going to play?" The diminutive white, black and brown male asked, his whole body quivering with pent-up energy. Out of the kittens, he was the most energetic of the males, hence his name. Pouncival.

"Let's play kiss chase!" Electra, the more domineering of the princesses, suggested. Currently, she was cuddled into Tumblebrutus, purring softly.

"Okay!" Jemimma, the smallest and prettiest of the group agreed instantly.

"Sure," Tumble muttered.

"I guess..." Asparagus, a large orange and brown male replied hesitantly.

"What's kiss chase?" A small white, orange and brown tabby asked.

"No way! That's gross!" Pounce refused, sticking his nose in the air. "That's a dumb game. Who wants to kiss a princess?"

"How about we play pounce tag instead?

The motion was received greatly by the entire kitten group, and, within moments, it was determined that Jemmima was it. She counted to ten, then sprang after the nearest player.

"Tag! You're it!" The small scarlet and black princess leapt out of reach after tagging, causing the rust princess to glare.

"Not fair, Jemi! You're smaller than we are!" Electra scowled prettily, before whirling on a pretty white, orange and brown tabby. The tabby, Etcetera, had just enough sense to leap out of the way. But not enough sense to cease her laughter, which made her easier to find. The rust princess took careful aim and pounced, her paw landing on the tabby's tail. "You're it!"

"I am?" Cettie blinked a few times, then turned to the nearest kitten. The brown eye patch gave away the brown, black and white patched male, and made her giggle again. "Pouncie, what are we playing?"

Pouncival sighed and shook his head, making the very dramatic action of rolling his eyes before placing a paw on the tabby's shoulder. "We're playing the game Electra said to play, Cettie."

"We are?" The white tabby blinked again, then reached up in a lightning quick move and kissed him full on the mouth. "You're it!" She darted away, still quick, leaving a bewildered tom in her wake.

"Cettie? We're not playing kiss chase!" the tom called out after her. But she was nowhere to be found. Neither were any of the others.

However, suddenly kiss chase wasn't such a bad idea after all.