This is just a short story about a young cat. I'll wait to discuss more until the end so I don't give anything away!
AN: I went to a website that gives you a Jellicle name, and this is the name that came out. So that's the name she gets. I don't know how well it fits, but it'll do (I don't care too much)
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DISCLAIMER- This is a site for fanfiction, so I don't think this is all too necesary, but just for the sake of it I don't own Cats blah blah yeah.
Untitled (Let me know if you think of a good title!!)
The pain was indescribable. Persephone closed her eyes, tears streaming from her eyes. Then suddenly she felt a small spark of electricity. She opened her eyes in alarm; her mother hadn't described a sensation like that when she was explaining the birthing process! She waited a moment, and when she finally decided it had just been her imagination, she felt it again, only this time it was stronger. She jumped slightly and frowned. Suddenly overcome with pain again she let out a howl and then, with a final and a softer spark, she felt a sudden calmness.
He was a little male, with a white face and chest, with three white socks and a white-tipped tail. The rest of his body, though still covered with what her mother described as 'baby goo' was a sleek dark black. She immediately began to clean him, but to her surprise he did his best to squirm blindly away. His legs were too weak to provide any forward movement, so Persephone allowed him to attempt to get away. Surprisingly, he caught on quite quickly (faster than most kittens) and was able to make his way slowly forward.
Three hours had passed when Persephone felt more pain. It wasn't the same pain she had with her first kitten; it was more calm and easy (and quite shock-free). It was almost too easy. With a small push she gave birth to another kitten; this one, a female, was almost all white, save for the tips of her ears which were faintly black. She provided no resistance to a cleaning, and indeed seemed to enjoy every second of it. Persephone felt a small jolt of pain and prepared herself for the last kitten. It came out quite easily. Persephone felt a wave of relief when it was all over. She sat up to examine the newest arrivial, but felt a sickening jolt in her heart. Her last kitten, another female, was a beautiful and slim ginger. But, unlike her brother and sister, she wasn't moving. Even though the kitten was a spitting image of him, Persephone couldn't help but feel an immense loss and let out a wail of misery; her last efforts had been all for nothing. Her final kitten was born at rest.
One Week Later
Persephone pawed at her whiskers nervously. She glanced at the clock and let out a small growl of impatience. Finally she heard someone enter her den. She glared at her ever-growing brother as he made his way over to her. As usual, he nuzzled Mistoffelees and Victoria (for that's what she decided to name them) before turning his attention to her.
"You're incredibly late, Bustopher."
"My darling sister! I was on my way when I past by this fantastic new resturaunt. I simply had to stop."
"Either way, let's make this quick. He was hoping for a boy-"
"He got a boy, didn't he?"
"You know what I mean. He wanted a boy that looked like him. Had the same... unique qualities that he had."
"What's wrong with this one, then?" Bustopher asked, picking up Mistoffelees. Mistoffelees blinked at him (his eyes had only just opened recently).
"Oh nothings wrong with him. I love him quite dearly. He's just a little slow, if you get my drift. I don't think that's what he had in mind when he said he wanted a son..."
"Nonsense! Mistoffelees is quite the special cat-"
"-I already know that."
"I didn't mean it that way. I mean, he's quite the charming little kitten. I'm sure he will love Mistoffelees as much as you do."
"Please, we're getting off topic. The reason I asked you here-"
"-and intterupted my meal-"
"- is because I'm concerned for their safety."
Bustopher Jones blinked. Their safety? Why? Were they in any kind of danger?"
"He was dead set on having a little copy of himself running about the place, carrying his name and reputation."
"What do you think might happen to them?"
"If anything does happen, promise me something."
"Anything"
"If anything happens, take care of them."
"What? What about you?"
"Just, make sure they get good homes or something. Find them good families."
"Why what-?"
"Their father is coming home tonight. Come by later to check on them."
"Okay okay. As long as it's sometime after I eat..."
Persephone swiped at her brother playfully and with a gracious bow he left her den.
Later that Evening
Persephone eyed her mate, Macavity, warily as he entered their den for the first time in a little over a week.
"Well?" he demanded. Persephone sighed 'best get it over with' she thought.
"Two kittens. A girl. And a boy."
Macavity smiled, giving Persephone the chills. He hadn't always been like this. He had once been so wonderful...
"But one thing. The boy... he doesn't exactly look the way you wanted..."
"What do you mean?" he asked, growing more menacing.
"I tried, I really did. There was one that looked like you. A little girl-"
"- A LITTLE GIRL!?"
"Please don't yell so loud. It'll disturb them-" without even thinking she waved her hand in the direction where her two kittens lay sleeping, hidden from view. Immediately Macavity strode forward, shoved her out of the way, and pulled the blanket off of what he assumed to be merely a box. He stared at the two kittens. Black and white. No reds, or oranges, or browns. Just black. And white. In spite of himself he felt a strange feeling. He reached into the box and placed a hand over the white one. Without hesitation the kitten reached her nose forward and nuzzled her father's hand. Macavity looked at the boy. Mistoffelees blinked at his father. Immediately the fatherly moment passed.
"He's an idiot!" Macavity cried.
"Oh, no he's not!"
"Well, he's going to be, I can tell already!" Without warning he simply dropped the kitten back into the box. "He doesn't have any magic either, or he would have protected himself from the fall" he explained, as the kitten wailed in the box.
"Maybe it will show up later. Maybe he doesn't know how to use it-"
"Do you think I'm a fool?"
Persephone didn't respond. She knew where this was going. She glanced outside nervously, hoping Bustopher would drop by soon.
"Such a betrayal. And from someone who is supposed to be my family..." He glared at her accusingly. "Well, I suppose you'll have to try again" And with that he turned to the kittens and raised his hands, preparing a spell. Without even pausing to think, Persephone pounced on her mate from behind. They tumbled out the door. Thankful for the small distance between him and her kittens, Persephone did all she could to push, shove, claw, scratch, and force Macavity in the opposite direction. 'Please Bustopher! Hurry!' she thought. Images of her poor little kittens shivering abandoned in her den disturbed her. She hoped they wouldn't be alone for long...
Suddenly Macavity stopped their tumble. He grabbed Persephone roughly by the neck. She glared at him through the blood that clouded her vision.
"You stupid queen. A kitten like me. That's all I asked for." And with that he let her neck go. Persephone felt herself falling. She didn't even realise there was a river near their den...
Bustopher Jones grumbled to himself as he made his way towards his sister's den. He hated her mate. Hated what he did to her. Hated how he treated her. Hated...
Bustopher paused. Something wasn't right. There was no one in the den, and everything seemed out of place. His sister was an impeccable denkeeper. Something was certainly amiss.
He went into the den and was startled to find the kittens alone. Something was definitely amiss. Victoria mewed loudly, her little voice full of distress. Mistoffelees merely sat beside his sister, staring straight ahead. Bustopher reached in and lifted out the small white kitten, calming her the best he could. He reached out to Mistoffelees as well. Mistoffelees looked up from his stupor and blinked a few times.
"Idiot?" He said. Bustopher was startled; it was the kittens first word, and certainly not the word Bustopher had expected. He turned to look at the mayhem in the den again; there was no way his sister would have missed this moment.
"Idiot." The kitten repeated, only with a smaller, more sad voice. Bustopher lifted the kitten and carried the two out. He walked briskly towards his home. He was sure he could hide them in his home for the night; his owners usually were out late working at their resturaunt, so they probably wouldn't notice.
Two Days Later
Bustopher sighed, ignoring the tugging at his tail. His sister's body was found floating along the riverside only yesterday afternoon. He'd already found a good home for Victoria; she was such a pretty kitten, and even at such a young age was quite elegant. He didn't have any worries for her when he left her on the back porch of a large white mansion. He knew she would be raised by the old couple like the princess she was. He sighed again and pulled Mistoffelees off of his tail. The kitten smiled playfully. Bustopher stalked as sneakily as a cat of his size could through the garden. Mistofelees pawed at a butterfly, but recoiled when it flew towards him. Bustopher found a spot right beside the garden, but right within eyesight of the kitchen window. Butler looked at the house. It was a large mansion, with a very slight Victorian feel. The family seemed nice enough. Simply two parents and two children. Both very young girls. He'd been uneasy at first; the youngest girl was quite young. Just a toddler. She would probably pull at Mistoffelees' tail...
He jumped with surprise and hurried out of sight; the family made their way outside for their daily stroll through the garden. He waited only a while before he heard a squeal of delight. He smiled, and knew that he had found a good home for his little nephew.
Two Months Later
Bustopher watched each kitten grow. They had both gotten noticably bigger, though Mistoffelees was quite small for his age. Bustopher watched Victoria at her home from his secret place where he knew she wouldn't know he was there. It would be the best way to tell if she was actually happy.
The white kitten strutted her way out the back cat flap. She yawned, as if bored, and stretched out on the porch's warm brick. Everything about her movements were elegant, almost poetic. She flicked her head gracefully; her dazzling jeweled collar sparkled in the sunlight. She pretended to not be interested when a small catipillar inched it's way past her, but it's queer movements and colors got the better of her, and she followed it around the porch for a while. After she finally grew weary of that she went back into her home and mewed until the kind old lady brought her some warm milk. She lapped it up cheerfully, all the while the old woman stroked her fur and spoke to her softly. Bustopher smiled. It was quite clear the little princess was satisfied with her situation.
He made his way now to the Victorian mansion and assumed his hiding place. He could see the kitchen table perfectly. The family had gathered for supper. Mistoffelees sat quietly pawing at his bowl until a butler came to fill it. He reached out to pet the kitten, but before his fingers even brushed his fur, Mistoffelees had vanished under the table. Bustopher smiled; the kitten was still as painfully shy as he was as a newborn. Eventually supper began and things seemed decent enough, until the older girl cried out in alarm; her fork had gone missing! Her parents told her off, saying that was the fifth time this week it's 'gone missing.' And they always find it just a little ways away out in the hall, or the garden. Bustopher watched as Mistoffelees seemed to appear from nowhere in the garden. The kitten pawed at a flower. It bounced around, which entertained him, so he continued this game. Suddenly the flower burst apart in a shower of sparks. The kitten leapt back in alarm, his eyes wide. He looked at his hands, a few sparks fluttered from them. He continued to starede at the flower, quite shocked. Bustopher smiled. He was sure his sister would be quite proud of how beautiful, elegant, and gifted her two children are.
Okay, so this is just what immediately came into mind when I read this on a website: apparantly Misto and Victoria are siblings, and they look like their mother who is sister to Bustopher Jones and was the wife of Macavity. However he killed her.
I don't think I believe that, because it came from a friend's grandmother who met ALW. I just don't think that's believable (I mean, c'mon: his wife?)
AN: I believe that Quaxo/Mistoffelees are the same cat. Is the same cat? I don't know the proper way to say that. Watching the movie he's Misto the whole time, just looks fancy (cough pansy) for his song (don't get me wrong, I love him). However in the live version I think he is Quaxo, but has a 'stage name' as Mr. Mistoffelees and dresses up. Like how magicians call themselves names and always look so fancy? Why not the same for a cat?
So, yeah. Please give me feedback. I'm thinking I might write a chapter or two more. Maybe one about the Jellicle Ball. Or I might just leave it at this. It's not like there was a cliffhanger or anything. Let me know if I made any mistakes!