Okay this is my second fanfic, and my first CATS fanfic so I'm excited, this story is mainly about Mistoffelees/Quaxo, and this follows theory that Misto and Quaxo are the same cat so you know, also I'm going with Misto and Victoria being siblings not mates, lastly, it will mainly resemble the movie, because it's the only thing I've seen, but I've done research on the stage show

Disclaimer: I don't own CATS, though I wish I did, or atleast Misto


A new day had begun, and the young tuxedo cat with glittering fur watched as his beautiful, white sister walked off with her new mate. "Goodnight Victoria, Plato," Mistoffelees called as the two walked into Plato's den, a multitude of cardboard boxes. Victoria turned around and smiled before disappearing into the darkness of the box. The rest of the Jellicles had also dispersed for the night. The kittens had followed Tugger as him and Bombalurina went to talk about their possible relationship. The other toms and queens had gone to their dens or owners to rest and Munkustrap was taking Old Deuteronomy back to his master's house. Mistoffelees stared up at the Jellicle Moon, thinking about Grizabella and how he was happy the older cats had finally lost their hate, or jealousy, or whatever it was, of her.

"Well I guess it's time to give Mistoffelees a break," the tux said. He closed his eyes and his body began to shine brightly. When the light emanating from his body dimmed, his fur was no longer glittering and he was back to his normal, mildly magical self Quaxo. The little cat yawned a great yawn and looked back to the Jellicle Moon, "I wonder if I will one day be as lucky as Grizabella. I so wish to visit the Heaviside Layer. But I doubt I will ever do anything great enough to deserve rebirth."

"Hey Misto… or should I say Quaxo."

"Huh! What?" Quaxo said being brought back to reality. He looked down from the moon to see the silver and black Munkustrap standing in front of him.

"I was just saying I noticed you've changed back to Quaxo. I was kinda hoping for a personal magic show," Munkustrap smiled. "You looked like you were deep in thought, sorry if I interrupted something."

"Oh! No, it's nothing, just thinking about Grizabella, and how I was happy you older cats finally accepted her."

"Was that supposed to be an insult?"

"Not really, more like a small jab at your conscience," Quaxo smirked.

"Haha, very funny. Instead of a magic show I get a comedy routine," Munkustrap said, softly batting Quaxo on the ear. Quaxo then batted him back on the nose. Soon enough the two had gotten into a playful wrestling match. It of course ended with Munkustrap over powering the much smaller Quaxo. "Gotcha. See if you had stayed as Misto maybe you could have beaten me."

"Yah yah. Now would you mind getting off of me, Munku."

"Oh yah, sorry," Munkustrap laughed.

"So, what ever happened to her?" Quaxo shyly asked.

"Who her?"

"Grizabella. I'm not old enough to know why everyone calls her the Glamour Cat."

"Oh well, back when she was truly a glamour cat, I was younger than you. She was the most popular cat in the tribe. She had everything a Jellicle wishes for. She was as beautiful as Deme or Bomba. She could dance as well as you and Victoria. And her voice rivaled that of the young Jemima. She was a true triple threat. She was the Glamour Cat."

"So what happened to her?"

"Well one day, a few months after you and the other kittens were born, her looks began to fade. And she could no longer dance as she once could. The only thing she had left was her beautiful singing voice. She knew that with these things gone she would start losing her popularity. But for her, a glamour cat, her status was everything. So one day she just left the tribe. We heard stories of her, but she never came back. I don't think any of us had seen her for three years, until last night. And Quaxo, you must understand, we 'older' cats didn't shun her because of her aging. It was because she walked out on the tribe."

"Yah, I guess I understand, but couldn't you have just forgiven her."

"Quaxo, she disappeared for three years, and then all of sudden she comes back on the day of the Jellicle Ball expecting to be reborn. I'd say we deserved to be a little angry at her."

"Hm… your right Munku, I just felt so bad for her. Having no one that seemed to care about her," Quaxo said, looking down at his paws.

"Is something the matter?" Munkustrap asked, realizing something else was on Quaxo's mind.

"No, not really, I was just wondering what great thing she did to be able to go to Heaviside, and if I will ever be able to do something as great," Quaxo answered, looking up from his paws to see a comforting expression on Munkustrap's face.

"Well Quaxo my friend, it's not like she did some great charity, or performed a spectacular feat. For a cat to be reborn, they must understand the meaning of true happiness. And I must say, you are one of the happiest and most optimistic cats I've ever had the pleasure to know. If anyone was going to find true happiness, it will be you," he answered, patting Quaxo on the back.

"Thanks Munkustrap, you're a true friend."

"I know," Munkustrap grinned. The two stared at each other for a few seconds and then burst out laughing. The laughing soon turned into a friendly hug. "Well Quaxo, I'm bushed, these Jellicle Balls really get you dog-tired, or should I say cat-tired. I think I'm going to turn in for the night."

"Okay then, I'll see you later."

"Don't stay out here to long, you need your rest after all that dancing and magic."

"Okay okay, you're as bad as Jenny. I'll get to bed soon." Quaxo waved goodbye and then looked at his pipe. "I'm not ready to sleep yet," the young cat thought to himself. Again Quaxo began to gaze at the moon, however it had started to fade as the light of dawn increased. Just then a streetlamp close to the junkyard flickered out. "A streetlamp dies, another night is over, another day is dawning," Quaxo sang, as he remembered the words he had used to encourage Grizabella. As he stared at what was left of the Jellicle Moon, a beam of sunlight hit his paw. "Sunlight, through the trees in summer, endless masquerading, like a flower as the dawn is breaking, the memory is fading." He thought of how beautiful Jemima had sung when she too helped give confidence to the fallen cat. "Will I ever really understand happiness? I always act cheerful, but deep down I feel like something is missing. Will I ever really comprehend the 'moments of happiness'?"


Um... if you're wondering where the thing about Misto/Quaxo singing the one part of Memory, in the original London production, I believe it was, and in some other smaller productions, Misto sings more, one of those things being the one part of memory, also if you watch the movie (remember i'm going by the movie) when Grizabella first appears Misto seems to want to greet her but Munkustrap stops him, that's why I decided he like her

p.s. review plz,I can take criticism

p.s.s. I'm not sure how long it will for me to write next chapter, but I've been attacked by many plot bunnies so it should not be to long