Mistoffelees lay curled up in his den. His muzzle was covered in light gray fur and his brown eyes were clouded over and blind. His pelt, which had once shone and, when he used his magic, even sparkled, was now dull and lifeless. His magic had long since became too hard for him to use and he had told his old friend Amadeus, Alonzo's son and the tribe leader, that magic was no longer a option. Mistoffelees was a old cat, nearly as old as Deuteronomy had been when he had died. Munkusteap had been Tribe Leader for only three years before his brother, Macavity, had murdered him and left his mate widowed and his three children fatherless.
Mistoffelees own mate, Victoria, had passed away eight years ago. The magical cat had lived long enough to see his kittens, grandkittens, and great-grandkittens all grow up and get married. His youngest great-grandkitten had just recently gotten married and was pregnant with her first child. So many friends had passed in his long life, and he was ready to join them in the Heaviside Layer.
A soft rumble of thunder and the gentle patter of rain caused his ears to swiveled slightly towards the entrance of his den. Rain. Whenever he heard it he remembered his first night spent in the rain. It was a horrible, yet wonderful memory and he welcomed it as the rain got harder.
A young tom kit slunk out of a abandoned warehouse and into the pouring rain. There was nothing living out in the weather other than him. He glanced nervously back at the large, dark, old building that served as Macavity's main place of operation and jail. The tuxedo tom had never been quite sure where he stood with the messy, ginger cat, but he stayed to remain with his mother. His mother. She had been a tuxedo as well. She had once belonged to a tribe that she called 'The Jellicles'. She had told him that, one day, he would go see them and live with them. His father, who just so happened to the dreaded Macavity himself, had always said bad things about the tribe, but the toms mother had always told him to ignore the harsh words.
Three days ago, the tuxedo's mother had passed away and been buried, so he decided that now was the best time to leave. His mother had told him that they could always be found in the middle of the junkyard, a fact that she kept from Macavity. "The junkyard. Just get to the junkyard and you'll be safe." He muttered the words that his mother had spoken to him so many times before.
A loud crash and the all too familiar sounds of his father yelling out orders caused the tom to dart forwards and toss caution into the wind, which was blowing extremely hard at the moment. The tuxedo ran until his legs felt like shapeless blobs of goo and his chest felt like a elephant was standing on it. He stood next to a tree and heaved for much needed breath. A slight rustle and pawsteps nearby cause him to jump to his paws and run again. He ran along a fence line, searching for a spot to escape from the approaching cats. He was about to start climbing when a cat tackled him, claws fully extended. The tuxedo let out a screech of pain as the tom that had tackled him sank his fangs into his scruff and lifted the younger cat into the air.
Another cat, a calico queen with her stomach slightly extended from her(and Macavity's) unborn kittens walked forwards. "Little brat. No running away. You know that Macavity won't just let you go with your little... ability. Come on Quentin, lets get this runt back home." The tom nodded and they both had started walking off, when a small group tackled the two cats. The tuxedo kit was sent tumbling out of the toms jaws and landed, upside down, against the fence. The queen scrambled to her paws and darted off, soon followed by the tom. The group then turned their eyes to the young tom that was now straightening himself up.
He froze when he saw seven pairs of eyes staring at him from the darkness. One of them, with bright green eyes, padded forwards first. "Are you alright, young one? They didn't hurt you did they?" The tuxedo could tell that the voice belonged to a tom cat, and that he was genuinely worried about him. The black and white kit shook his head, then shook the dirt and leaves out of his fur. "I'm fine, thank you." His gaze flickered between the other cats eyes. "Who are you?" He asked the group.
Another cat stepped forwards, this one with amber eyes and a obviously male voice. "We are the Jellicles."
Can you guess who all is in the group? I have names for them all, I even know who was speaking. What do you people think? I really should be working on my tmnt fanfic right now, but I had this idea and wanted to start it before I forgot. I've also been listen inning to CATS all day, so that doesn't help much. Anywho! Review, Fave, Follow, all that good stuff. It would all be great!