Authors Notes:
1) In this story, I'm playing off of the theory that Victoria is actually deaf (I've read that theory multiple places), since white cats with blue eyes are often deaf (certainly not all of them), and in the plays Victoria has no speaking lines and is rarely seen actually singing. However, in this work she can read lips (I mean. Cats have lips right? Lol) and talk alright with practice. Idk. I just think it is interesting and I want to see where it goes.
2) I am...a bit odd. I write all of my fan fictions with the following theory - The Junk Yard is a magical place where cats become the humanoid forms from the play. Outside of the junk yard they are all just regular cats. Read my previous fic "Do I Look Like A Junk Yard Cat to You?" If you need an example.
3) Mistoffolees is actually different from Quaxo. Kind of like Hulk is to Banner. Mistoffolees is the kick-ass and take names alter ego of Quaxo. Again, see before mentioned fan fiction if this confuses you.
4) MISTORIA. Misto/Victoria all the way. Because there is no other couple in all other works of fiction that I ship as much as these two.
5) I have 6 Chapters completed, 7 is almost done. I plan to upload at least once a week.
7) I do not own the characters or personalities. Just the general story line.
And without further ado - Chapter One! Everyone please enjoy and review if you fancy.
[GRIZZABELLA]
A group of three cats could be seen dashing down the back alley ways of London as the sun began to set. This group of cats was led by an older mother. Her coat was torn on one side from a recent incident with a car, and long since stained with sand and dirt and dust that one accumulates after a lifetime on the streets. But despite all of this, it was easy to see that at one point in her life she had been quite lovely.
The other two cats in the group were her kittens. Tumblebrutus, the oldest of the two and the protective older brother, was white with thick brown stripes and patches on his face. The youngest of the two kittens was a completely white female. Victoria didn't have any other color to be seen, except for her eyes which were a brilliant shade of blue.
The three felines were being pursued this evening. They had ventured into the wrong canine's alley and tried to steal a meal from some dumpsters. They hadn't done this on purpose of course…they had simply been trying to find a meal, and didn't know the Pollicle lived there...but these things do happen. This particular Pollicle had wasted no time attacking these three cats, and soon other Pollicles had joined the chase.
And so Grizzabella was at a loss as for what to do. She stole a quick glance at her two kittens as they rounded a corner and climbed a chain link fence. Being cats they easily landed on the ground on the other side and Grizzabella sighed angrily as she looked back to see the Pollicles also climbing up the fence. It would take them slightly longer, and she knew this was her chance. She pulled her two kittens around the corner, and came to a stop.
She looked at Victoria, and made sure that the kitten was paying attention. She pointed to a dumpster, "Stay there until we come back. You'll be safe."
Then she turned to Tumblebrutus, "Come on. We have to get them to split up. When they come around that corner, you go down seventh into the park. Climb up a tree and they'll give up eventually."
The white and brown kitten, who really was only barely a kitten anymore as he was almost a full grown adult, nodded, "What are you going to do?"
She gave a shrug, "Something similar in the opposite direction. Come back here once they leave, we'll need to retrieve Victoria."
That was all there was time for, the Pollicles were charging again, and Grizzabella risked a quick glance at the dumpster, satisfied to see that Victoria was nowhere to be seen, and took off. With one glance back she had seen that her plan had worked. Half of the pack had taken off after Tumble, the other half were close on her tail. But she was in luck, the park was coming into view, and while it was a small one, there were plenty of trees large enough for her to escape the howling dogs behind her.
She sat there for a good fifteen minutes as the Pollicles remained gathered around the tree, barking up at her and growling and snarling. Finally they left, and slowly and cautiously Grizzabella made her way down from the tree. She made her way back to the alley way, albeit rather slowly as she was growing tired, and turned the corner to see the dumpster sitting there where she'd left it. With a smile she moved towards it, and climbed up on the trash cans that were next to it, and peered down.
All at once the smile vanished. Victoria was nowhere to be seen, and even aside from that, all of the trash was gone. Apparently, in the thirty minutes that she had been gone, the truck had come and taken the trash. Victoria would never have known it was even coming. She was still staring down into the empty dumpster when she heard the voice behind her. "Mother?"
She turned around to see Tumblebrutus standing in the center of the alley. He was watching her with his head slightly tilted, "Mother, what's wrong?"
She sighed, "She's gone. It's all gone. The trash truck must have come while we were gone."
Tumblebrutus paled as she spoke, and jumped up to see for himself. "Mother, she never would have heard it coming! I saw the truck going down the street on my way back, but I didn't see where it went. Come on, maybe we can find it!"
"Tumble!" She called to him as he jumped down from the dumpster, "Tumble there is no use. We don't know where it went, or where to start looking. I'm tired. Besides, it's late. This was probably the trucks last stop on its route, it's probably half way to the junk yard by now." She saw Tumblebrutus' eyes widen at the possibility and she added quickly, "Not THAT junkyard. There is more than one in the city you know?"
Tumble sighed, "Well we can't just give up! She's probably scared and needs us! I'm not giving up"
"Tumblebrutus!" She called to him once more, but he shook his head, "Mother, I know you are tired, but I can't give up. She's deaf, she won't be ok in the city for so long on her own. Pollicles could sneak up on her, or she could be hit by a car…"
Grizzabella nodded. She understood, he would not give up until he had found her, or at least tried. Without another word he was gone, disappeared around the corner in the direction that he had come from only moments ago. She sighed as she sat down, leaning one side against the cold brick wall. She was tired. She wasn't as young as she used to be and her age was showing.
She wondered now about what had happened to her little Victoria. If the kitten had been caught off guard by the dump truck, then surely all was lost. Dump trucks were constantly compacting the trash and Bella saw little hope that Victoria could have escaped it…but she hadn't wanted to tell Tumble that. And even if she hadn't been crushed, the truck was probably dumping its load in a land fill, and there were several along the outskirts of the city.
But Grizzabella had a thought. What if Victoria had not only escaped the compactor, but also the truck itself? The chances were slim, very slim, but possible. Victoria, while still young, was not exactly a helpless kitten. She was several months old now, and if Grizzabella had done anything right then Victoria would be able to survive on her own.
Except that she was deaf, that was a major game changer. It had not taken Grizzabella long at all to realize that her daughter was deaf, but they had been working on it, training so to speak. Victoria could "read" basic words if you spoke directly to her, words like food, mouse, water, come, stay, name and even more complex words if you were slow about it. And she could speak to, of course it was slightly slurred as she couldn't hear to pronounce things correctly. But she could say her name, and her brother's name (that had taken a lot of work to nail down) and several other simple phrases. Grizzabella knew that as her daughter grew older and practiced, she may be able to speak as well as any cat…that was, of course, if Victoria had survived the night.
