Hi! This is another one of my Cats fanfics. It's about my favorite pairing, Mistoffelees and the Rum Tum Tugger. I have multiple ones but I'm going to take this in a different direction. They're just gonna have human years, too, by the way. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Mistoffelees was adventurous as a kitten. He was shy, but he loved to scour the Junkyard. His only friend was his younger sister Victoria, but she never wanted to play. There were other toms around his age that were fun, like Pouncival and Tumblebrutus and Plato, but they seemed connected in a way that Misto didn't want to interfere with. Plus, he didn't mind sticking to himself. He did want friends, but if he didn't have them, then he was fine with that. Sometimes he'd play with other kittens, but that's only when all of them would start a huge game of tag and everyone participated. That's how he got his best friend, but it wasn't tag - it was hide and seek.
"Misto!" called his sister. "Come on! We're all gonna play hide and seek!"
So he joined them, liking the game hide and seek since he was so sly and always won. Though sometimes he'd hide too well and everyone would give up on finding him and start their own fun without him. For this game, though, they had partners.
"I'm with Cettie!"
"I'm with Bombi!"
"Munky!"
"Tumbles!"
They all called who their partners were so fast that Misto thought he wouldn't have one and that he'd have to be left out.
"Looks like we're together."
Misto turned to see Rum Tum Tugger standing without a partner. They were just kits, Misto only being six and Tugger being eight. Tugger's mane hadn't grown in and he wasn't the big flirt he developed into yet. He was just another kitten at that age. So none of the little queens went after him and no one was jealous or annoyed of him. Though at that age, Misto never really spoke with Tugger. Tugger hung out with his brother Munk and the other toms and queens around that age like Bombi, Demeter, Exotica, Jerrie, Teazer, Alonzo, Cassandra, Cori and Tanti. They were the older kits, and Misto, Vicki, Plato, Tumbles, Pouncival, Etcetera, Electra, and Jemima were the younger kits. It's not that the older kits didn't want to play with the younger ones, it just happened naturally. They'd all get along, but it was all a matter of who you grew closest to as a kitten, and since the only other kitten who was six was Plato, they could've become friends, but Misto was sick when he was a baby. By the time he was healthy, Tumbles and Pouncival were born and Misto was forgotten.
"Okay - go! One! Two! Three..."
"Let's go," Tugger said, pulling Misto along as they ran. Tugger was one of the shortest and youngest cats within the circle of older kits, other than Bomba and Cass. Though Misto was one of the older ones in the circle of younger kits, he was still short. His uncle had called him "queenly."
"Where should we hide?" Misto asked.
"Uh, up here," Tugger said, pointing to a tall junk pile.
"We're not allowed to climb the junk piles," Misto pointed out.
"No one will know, Misto," Tugger replied, grinning devilishly at him.
"But no one will find us and so we'll be stuck up there and they'll start a new game without us."
"No they won't."
"But it happened to me before. I hid so well everyone forgot about me."
Tugger frowned at the smaller kit, feeling bad for him. "Well, they'll remember me. They always remember me."
So the two kittens climbed the junk piled and his in an old toaster, lying down in the little slits, looking out at the other kittens with no one seeing them. "I come up here all the time, Misto. Don't worry," Tugger told him.
"Why do you come up here? You could fall," Misto asked.
"Because, I like to be on my own sometimes."
"Oh, well I'm on my own all the time."
Tugger looked at the tuxedo cat. "Do you have any friends, Misto?"
"Well, yeah."
"Any best friends?"
Misto shook his head.
"Well - I'll be your best friend."
Misto smiled. "Really?"
"Of course!"
"Promise?"
"I promise."
Although the two kittens had many differences, Tugger never broke his promise. They were with each other all day every day. They'd even sneak out sometimes and meet at the toaster in the middle of the night. They told each other everything, not being shy at all with one another. They made each other laugh and smile and feel like they belonged somewhere in the world. They made memories and were there when either one needed someone. They were the epitome of best friends, defining it no better than any other cats in the Jellicle Junkyard. As they grew older, Tugger got his mane and became attractive and taller and drew the attention of many queens (and some toms) and he loved the spotlight, so he tried to bring more attention to himself. Misto understood his best friend and let him have all the attention as he sat by and laughed at the eccentric tom. Though to Tugger, Misto came before anyone, and to Misto, Tugger came before anyone, too. They were always there for one another, and no one could stop them. When one said Tugger, Misto was usually always associated with him, too. The two believed that nothing would get in the way of their friendship, but - they were both wrong.