Please note that I'm really, really awful at dividing my stories into chapters, so the chapters tend to be really short and there tends to be lots of them. Any suggestions at better points to break and start new chapters would be much appreciated.
Coricopat fervently knocked on the makeshift wooden door to Mistoffelees' den, and once let in by the sleep-deprived tuxedo cat who had been up the previous day with bad dreams, immediately launched into an anxiety-ridden explanation of how Old Deuteronomy had been stabbed in the day by Macavity. With a distinct expression of alarm, Mistoffelees seized Coricopat's hand and, in a puff of smoke, transported them both to Old Deuteronomy's tire. He was unconscious when the magical cat arrived.
Tugger was sitting in one corner in a panicked state anxiety, worried sick about his father. Upon Mistoffelees' arrival, he promptly asked if there was anything he could do. The black tuxedo cat replied with, "Yes, but you're going to have to be really careful and have exceptionally steady hands." Tugger walked over and, wiping away unshed tears, said, "Anything."
Mistoffelees placed his hands over the area where the knife poked through on Old Deuteronomy's chest, blue sparks flying, his eyes closed in concentration. "Tugger, grasp the knife and pull it out, but do so as slowly as you possibly can so I can heal the damage as we go." As the knife was extracted, Mistoffelees' magic healed the wound so that all that was left was a slightly red area, which he said would go away in about an hour.
As Coricopat began to explain what had happened to the just-awakening Old Deuteronomy, Mistoffelees walked out into the fresh air to take some deep breaths - that healing took up a lot of his energy. Tugger followed him out with a look a gratefulness in his eyes, and quite simply hugged the magical cat, knowing that without him, his father would have died. "Thank you" was all Tugger could manage without breaking down into tears.
The hug sent shivers down Mistoffelees' spine, who had always had a crush on Tugger, but was far too shy to admit it. When Tugger released him, he caught Mistoffelees blushing and smiled that intoxicating smile before saying, "Have a good evening, Misto". The new pet name made Mistoffelees blush deeper, at which time he, in a puff of smoke, disappeared back to his den.