A/N my first CATS fic so bear with me if i messed up some of the characters. Misto is my favorite! :D Anyway I'm pretty sure I've got it right but tell me if I'm wrong. Enjoy!

Mistoffelees found himself perched on top of a car high up in the junkyard. From this spot, he could see all of the 'yard. He noticed Munkstrap leading another partrol.

Jeez, he's paranoid.

The Conjuring Cat thought little of the many patrols that Munkstrap led everyday. The grey and tabby claimed that Macavity was at large and had kidnapped many cats across London, but Misto hardly believed him. It had been almost a year since Macavity dared show his face in the Jellicles' junkyard; almost a year since the last Ball. That, of course, meant that the Jellicle Ball was coming soon and the Tribe was getting antsy.

Almost a year since I was rejected by Victoria.

Mentally, he slapped himself. Misto hated when he thought like that. Victoria had a right to choose the mate she wanted. As long has she was happy, Misto was happy. This, however, in truth, was not true (A/N confusing much?). Mistoffelees secretly hated Plato for "stealing" Victoria. Yeah, the gentle, kind, Conjuring Cat was actually capable of feeling hate. What a thought. Anyway, he hated Plato and longed for Victoria, the sweet, snow white ballerina.

Speak of the devil. Well, not the devil but...you get the point

Victoria was making her way across one of the many lanes in the junkyard, arm in arm with Jemima, her closest friend, despite the age difference. They were laughing and enjoying the summer evening. Mistoffelees held back tears. This was no time to cry, not with the Ball so near. He should be practicing his act. He should be planning new tricks that he'd never used before. After all, the other cats would expect something amazing out of him. He was the Conjuring Cat.

Ah, who was he kidding. He'd been mourning Victoria ever since the previous year. God, how could he be so pathetic. It was then that he decided to pay another visit to the Rum Tum Tugger. In the last 365 days, (A/N not totally random. those of you who dont know (wow) thats how many days are in a year) he'd probably visited the large-maned cat about a million times.

So Misto lept from car, to tire, to other random pieces of junk and headed to the Rum Tum Tugger's corner of the junkyard. He found him curled up on an old couch in front of his den with Bomba nearly on top of him and his fan club mewling at his feet.

"Hey, well look here, it's the Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!" Tugger exclaimed. "What can I do for you kit?"

"Could I speak with you...alone?" The Rum Tum Tugger sighed, rolled his yellow eyes, and shooed away the mewling kittens at his feet.

"Bomba, could you excuse us?" He asked in a most seductive tone. Misto's cheeks reddened at Tugger and Bomba's obvious love.

"All right Tugg but I'll be back." With that she kissed him and left.

"A great one, that Bomba," Tugger sighed. "Don't know why I ever thought I loved anyone else..."

"Umm, not to ruin your daydreams but I have a problem." Misto was uncharacteristically agitated.

"You've always got mate problems Misto." Tugger gave him a knowing look. "I bet I can guess who it is...AGAIN!"

"Yeah. I just don't know what to do." Misto's shoulders slumped and he stared at his feet.

"You just need to tell her how you feel!"

"But she's already got a mate."

"That can change, if Old Dueteronomy approves."

"And what if he doesn't? What if he does but she doesn't want me? What if..."

"What if Macavity comes back and kills us all?" Tugger cut in. "Come on, stop your sulking and take action. How do you think Bomba and i became mates? Did we just spontaneously, all-of-a-sudden, poof 'You're Mates!'? Of course not! I asked her to be my mate. I told her how I felt, and if you don't tell Victoria soon, it'll be too late and she'll have forgotten about you. I know she cares for you - a lot - but you have to let her know that you care for her too. As for Plato, I'm not sure. He seems to love her but she seems to be distant from him. Who knows, maybe you can win her heart."

Mistoffelees got more and more energy with every word of Tugger's speech. By the end, he was practically back to his old self. He would show Plato! He would win Victoria's heart. How? Who knew, but he would.

"Thanks Tugger, you're always helpful!" Misto practically bounced away.

Tugger sighed. "Bomba!" he called. His mostly red mate appeared from behind a junked out car and ran into his arms. They then dissapeared behind a filmy curtain that served as the entrance to The Rum Tum Tugger's den.

Meanwhile, Misto was headed off to profess his undying love to Victoria when suddenly, the sky darkened and clouds appeared. Thunder rumbled and lighting cracked.

Someone shouted, "Macavity!"

Misto looked around. No sign of the black and red striped cat near him but just the same he sprinted for his perch atop the car. This time though, he jumped through the open windshield and huddled in the front of the car (the seats were gone), peering down into the main square of the junkyard.

Macavity appeared from the entrance to the 'yard with five of his henchrats. They all stormed through the lanes of trash and headed to the main square where Old Dueteronomy's den was. First they searched for him but to no avail.

Good, he's in the underground den that Munkstrap dug out. I guess that old tabby wasn't so crazy after all. Macavity really was at large.

The large striped cat then went on to attack and capture any cat that strayed within his reach. First, he grabbed Alonso but the black and white cat escaped, fleeing into an open pipe. Then, he grabbed Asparagus. The middle-aged cat flailed, hissed, kicked, and bit but nothing could free him from the henchrats' net. Then, spotting a fleeting white shape, Misto noticed Victoria.

Apparently, the henchrats did as well and seized her, throwing her under their net as well. All the rest of the cats seemed to be hidden well so Macavity and his followers fled the junkyard, carrying with them a screaming Victoria and very confused Asparagus.

A/N short i know but i got kicked off the comp. R&R plz. No flames, i came up with this off the top of my head...mostly. I do have a plan/plot though. Suggestions are welcome. thnx

madicullen