Hi! This is my ninth story and my seventh Cats fanfic. I have 4 about Tugger+Misto, 1 about Munk+Zo, and then another one about Munk, Tugger, and Macavity. This one is about Macavity and if you've read any of my previous stories then you probably know who he's gonna end up with ;) I really like writing about why someone is this way and so in this story you'll see why Macavity cracked and left the Jellicles. I'm gonna throw in some other cats, too, some that I just made up. I'm also not good with how cat years and how long they normally live, so I'm just gonna use human years, like Macavity will mostly be in his twenties. They'll probably get a few human concepts, but not too much ;)

Enjoy!

The pretty ginger queen held the newly born kitten in her arms. She stroked his fur and kissed his head. The nuzzled him and purred. "Rum Tum Tugger. He'll be a gorgeous cat," she said, even though she was blind. She tried to lift the kitten, but she was too weak. She seethed in pain quietly, and said, "Macavity."

"Yeah Mom?" the tall ginger kitten asked.

"I need you to take care of your brothers. Your father will be busy and he won't be able to tend to you all the time."

"But, Mom..."

"Take your brother."

Macavity lifted the kitten into his arms and stared down at the newborn. Macavity looked to his sick mother, staring with his sunken eyes. His father took his mother's hand and held it - until it went limp. Macavity wasn't sure what to do. He stood there, his brother in his arms. He walked out of the room and into his bedroom that he shared with his other brother Munkustrap. He set the newborn in the bed with his sleeping brother. He wanted to go for a walk, but he knew he was too weak to do so.

He had always been a weak cat, but no one was sure what was wrong with him. He'd get better sometimes, but he was usually bed ridden. He climbed on top of his den, collapsing onto it since it took a lot of his energy just to climb. He lied down and then he just cried. He cried because he witnessed his beloved mother die, knowing he'd never be able to hear her voice again, to stay in bed when both of them were sick. She was suppose to tell me something, Macavity thought. A secret, for when I got older, but she never did. And I'll never know!

He stood up and punched the roof. Then something strange happened. Part of the roof shot up and smacked him in the face, almost like it was fighting back. Macavity stared, awe-struck. He smacked his hand back down, but nothing happened. He closed his eyes and slapped it again. This time, it fell inward. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he wanted to figure it out. He placed his hand over the piece of roof, and closed his eyes. He imagined what he wanted to happen, and it happened. The roof came back up into its place. Macavity looked at his hand, wondering what was going on.

He knew he had powers, but he wasn't sure why. He stopped caring about why and decided to see what else he could do.

Days past, and he grew more knowledge of his powers. Everyone noticed a change in him. He was livelier and had more energy. He was the epitome of health. Though they also noticed another change, a mental one. Macavity hardly smiled and he hardly said anyting to anyone.

Most thought it was because of his mother's death and that it'd pass by, but as time wore on, they realized it was deeper. Macavity would walk through the Junkyard, a head taller than most of the others, but everyone would feel even smaller and inferior as Macavity would stare down at them with his sunken, black eyes. He'd sit by and observe the others, and they'd all look at his brow deep with thought and his eyes that just bore into theirs and they'd be curious as to what he was thinking, but then it's just the way he stared. They felt exposed, like he could see them in vulnerable states, and he truly could, because he had learned to read thoughts.

He's so mysterious.

He's such a freak.

He needs to comb his whiskers.

He's so gorgeous.

I wonder what he's thinking.

It was all these things that Macavity heard. He wouldn't spend too much time invading their thoughts, mostly because he was afraid he'd hear something he really didn't want to hear.

Tugger and Munk were the only ones who weren't hostile to him. They'd walk up to their older brother, eager to spend time with the cat they looked up to. Macavity loved his brothers. He took care of them the way his mother told him. He still slept in the same bed with them, because he knew they got frightened sometimes at night, but Macavity was always frightened at night, but he'd never tell anyone.

Macavity grew older and he hit puberty earlier than the other toms his age, and so when he was only twelve, he started to feel things. His father had given him "the talk" and he knew what was to be expected, but the expected did not happen for Macavity.

Macavity knew he was going to get awkward and that he was going to be interested in the queens, but...he wasn't interested in queens. He knew he was expected to like queens, but he didn't like expectations. He really didn't think it was that big a deal.

Since none of the cats around his age were growing and the ones that had already grown were too old, he ventured outside of the tribe. He found a secret hiding spot under piles and piles of junk that was actually quite easy to get to. It was in the very back corner of the Junkyard, up against a brick wall and the back fence. He was able to move the fence just enough for him to get through. He'd explore outside the Junkyard, relishing in the new, different world around him.

He was walking and he saw a few cats that were all male standing in the alley behind a pub. He lingered by, hiding in the shadows, and read their thoughts. After reading a few, he knew they were cats like him. He approached them, and just because he was young didn't mean he looked young. He was taller than most of them and he had a maturity and understanding in his eyes. So they thought he was around their age, maybe even older. "Hi," he greeted.

"Hey," a few replied, intimidated by him.

One stepped forward, though, an Abyssian cat with a very bedazzled collar. "Hi," he said confidently, smirking. "I'm Cleo."

"Macavity," he replied.

"You from around here?"

"Sort of," Macavity said, being aloof, like usual.

The other cats let the two be, and Macavity was thankful. He liked the way this cat looked, sort of.

"Are you a stray or no?"

"I don't think that necessarily matters."

"Well, aren't you the little mystery cat."

Macavity smirked, liking the sound of that.

"Walk with me," Cleo said. They walked a few blocks over and emerged on a closed off alley. They tip-toed to a small den of Cleo's and lounged around. "Here, try some," Cleo said, passing him some cat nip.

Macavity had been told bever to try cat nip, but he told himself to try things once. So he took in some of the green stuff and slowly but surely a relaxation came over him. He was confused, but he liked it. He soon found himself kissing Cleo, and he enjoyed it so much. He felt quite relieved actually, and he ended up crashing at Cleo's.

The next morning he woke up and knew he'd be in for it once he got home. He stood up and sighed. Cleo was crahsed in his bed and Macavity got himself together before leaving. Macavity started to walk home, but then it occurred to him. He stopped, focused, and then he vanished. He reappeared in his hiding spot. He walked through the Junkyard and Jenny was in coniptions when she saw him.

"Where have you been?" she asked.

"Out," he said.

"You stayed out all night young man," Skimbles said.

"Where were you son?" Deuteronomy asked.

"I was just out with a friend, Dad," Macavity replied.

"Who? Everyone else was home."

"No one from the Junkyard."

The older cats exchanged looks.

"You shouldn't associate with other cats that aren't Jellicles," said Samur.

"Why? He was nice. He doesn't degrade me when he knows he is of lesser significance. He doesn't judge me when there's no room to judge. Believe me, I know what you think of me. You think Jelly needs to lose a few pounds, Jenny."

Jenny was taken aback at how Macavity knew that.

"And you think Samur has an attitude like a pollicle," he said Jelly. "Though you do, frankly, since you think Skimble checks you out all the time," he said to Samur. "And of course you do check some of the ladies out, Skimble. Then you think I'm trash," he said to Deena. "But you could never say that just because I'm Deuteronomy's son."

He walked away, leaving all the cats shocked.

"Hey," said Cleo, smiling.

"Hey," Macavity replied. Macavity didn't think too much of Cleo. They mostly ate cat nip and slept together, but neither minded. Cleo usually met Macavity by the Junkyard and Macavity would always show. They had seen each other long enough that Macavity had finally turned thirteen.

"Nice to see you," said Cleo, who leaned up and kissed Macavity.

"Macavity!"

Macavity let go and stared up at the Jellicles, who were glaring down at him. Cleo, scared, ran out of there quickly. Macavity was pulled into the Junkyard and into his Samur's den. They sat him down and looked at him, hands on hips.

"What do you think you were doing?" Jenny asked. "He's from another tribe. He could cause serious damage to this tribe."

"Why would you be with him in the first place anyway?" Samur asked.

"A tom?" Deena spat.

"Yes," Macavity said. "A tom from another tribe. Stop freaking out."

"Macavity, you can't be with cats like that," said Joness.

"Why? He's nice and there's nothing wrong with him."

"Because he's a tom," Samur said. "Toms can't be with toms."

"What?" Macavity snapped.

"It's wrong."

"Samur," Jelly said, placing an arm on her shoulder.

"Get off. If you don't have a problem with it then get out."

Jenny and Jelly exchanged looks.

"Get out of here," Deena said. "We need to teach him a lesson."

Jenny and Jelly were pretty much forced to exit, Skimble and Asparagus forced to come along, too. So Macavity was only left with Samur, Deena, Joness, and Viktor.

"Toms are suppose to be with queens," Joness said.

"Why? I don't want to be with them."

"Well that's your choice."

"No it's not. I'm not physically choosing to be with a tom. I can't help if I find him attractive."

"I find that hard to believe. No one chooses to be gay."

"What? Gay?"

"Yes, it means you like the same sex. Straight is when you like the opposite sex."

"You're straight but are choosing to be gay."

Macavity glared. "If I'm straight but choosing to be gay then you're gay but choosing to be straight."

Viktor slapped Macavity.

Macavity fell off his chair. Before he did anything stupid, he said, "Get my dad."

"No."

"Yes! He's my dad and he will banish you if he knows you've treated me like this."

"He'd probably approve."

"That's a lie! He just wants me to be happy!" Macavity roared, sitting back up.

Though they wouldn't let him win. They stayed in there for hours, and they just kept on telling him horrible things. Eventually, he gave up.

"So, will you be with toms?" Samur asked.

"No," Macavity whispered, hanging his head.

"And why?"

"Because it's not right, and I'll disappoint my father and burn in Hell."

"Exactly. You may go now."

Macavity left the den and walked back to his own den. He climbed into his bed, not meaning to wake Munk or Tugger. He did, though, when he cuddled up between them.

"Macavity? What're you doing?" Munk asked drowsily.

"Nothing," he whispered. "Just go back to sleep. Stay here with me."

Tugger and Munk exchanged looks, but complied with their other brother. They were worried about him, but there worry was only about to increase as the following years were to change the Junkyard like it never has before.

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Well, there you go. And that's probably the last time you see Cleo :p I didn't want Jenny and them to be all homophobic, and so that's why I added new characters. That's about all, though for new characters until a few more chapters in. It's pretty minimal.

Anyway, review and do all those nice things!