"GUH!" Mistoffelees kicked a tin can across the ground, "I'm getting NOWHERE!" He slammed his foot down on the can, crushing it. He had been pacing around his den the entire week, to no avail.

The whole time, he'd been thinking, Entertaining the tribe is fun, but... it's not enough. He needed something bigger. He wanted to be a star! He'd become famous for his magic, and the name Mistoff would be known everywhere. Sadly, figuring out how to do that was his biggest problem. He'd been circling his den day and night, trying to figure something out. A few moments later, The Rum Tum Tugger had appeared, walking up behind Mistoff smirking.

"Mistoffelees. You're on~" He said, in his standard prideful tone. Mistoff held up his hand to Tugger's face.

"Not now... I'm busy..." Mistoff stated dryly. Tugger frowned and hugged him from behind.

"Come on, everyone's waiting." Tugger pinched his cheek and pulled at it. "Let's go, chop chop." He dragged the struggling black tomcat to the rest of the tribe, turned and pushed him into the middle of the 'Stage.' Mistoff sighed and began his show.

Overall, his performance was very lackluster compared to the previous ones. Everyone left immediately after it was over, whispering about Mistoff and what could have possible caused him to give such a mediocre performance. The black tom returned to his den and lay down, continuing to think. Tugger followed.

"Ey, what's up with ya? You look like you've got something on your mind," he stated, too loud for Mistoff at the moment. The other growled.

"Please leave me be... I need to figure something out..." Mistoff shooed the other away. Tugger scoffed and turned, walking off.
Mistoff sighed and ended up falling to sleep. The last thing he thought of was checking the city for opportunities...

The black tom had woken up very early the next morning. He was going to pull off the plan he had formulated last night, and go into the city. Sneaking out of their safe haven, Mistoff headed out into the dark city.
Most humans were still asleep at the moment. Discarded paper and trash whipped around on the sidewalk. The lamplight sputtered, making the ground below him flicker in and out of view under the light given off. The buildings he passed by looked barren, lacking unique features except for signs. 'Hotel.' 'Bakery.' 'Breakfast.'

Eventually, he came upon an actually interesting building, with a sign covering one of the windows. 'Talent Show! Winner gets $1,000! Enter NOW!' Mistoff thought then sighed. "Seems worth it." He slid into an alley way and hid there until the place opened. Then, he snuck up and stole a sign up sheet, writing down 'Mistoff Quaxo.' as his name. The tom cringed at how bad it was, but maybe they would assume it was foreign and do nothing about it. Deftly, he snuck it into where he assumed one would put the sign up sheets and dashed off back to his den to practice.

The show was tomorrow. Mistoff had to perfect his act now or he would go home a disgrace. None of the cats knew about this so far, and he planned to keep it that way. He was mid-spin when he ran right into Tugger.

The Maine Coon looked down at him. "Have you slept... at all?" he asked, his voice at deadpan. Mistoff, in fact, had gotten very little sleep, but he nodded.

"Yes, of course!" He lied. The last thing he needed the night before was the others knowing he was sneaking to a talent show, especially Tugger. Mistoff slowly backed away. His friend's expression turned into a glare.
"Riiight." The word absolutely dripped in sarcasm.
"I SAID I AM! LEAVE ME ALONE!" He pointed his palm at Tugger's head. "I CAN BURN YOU TO ASHES!" The black tom quickly realized his words, and brought his hand away, his expression turning grim. "Tugger, I..."
The Maine Coon shook his head, and walked off. Mistoff sighed, and reluctantly got back to his practice...

The next morning came too early. Mistoff had gotten up early once again, and quickly dressed himself so he would not suspicious to humans. He had a stunning tuxedo, which he had commissioned of all people, Macavity, to get for him. Well, after what seemed like pulling teeth. He literally had to threaten Macavity in order to get the Ginger to listen, but that's in the past now. He got what he wanted, and that's all that matters. He hid his tail, and floofed up his hair to hide his ears. Once he felt ready, he dashed off to the place where he signed up for the talent show. He got there, and looked up. In daylight, the sign above could be read. 'Theater.' Ok. The black tom walked up, explained his case, and was led to a back-ish room, filled with a bunch more people. well then. Mistoff found a corner and hid in the shadows.
One by one, the room slowly emptied. after about a hour, it was just him and a few others, who didn't care much for either's existence.

"35?" A random human called. Mistoff stood up and walked out. He got on stage. The auditorium was FULL, and the judges were up at the very top. The center judge motioned for him to start, and he did so. His performance was a mixture of magic and ballet, doing a series of complicated spins and swings, and flourishing his right hand to cast magic around. All of it to the theme of Danse Macabre. His performance went on for about 5 minutes, with him ending with a flip, landing in an instant bow.

Silence...the an eruption of applause. The audience loved it, and the Judges were busily writing things down up in their booth. Mistoff walked off stage and found another shadowy corner to hide in. Once the last person finished their stunt, the Judges called all of the contestants out on stage. They began speaking.

"We would like to thank each and every one of you for attending, and competing this show. I'm sure the audience enjoyed it very much." The audience gave a series of applause. "It is now time, however, we announce the winners. let us begin..." The middle judge pulled up a paper from the desk and looked at it. "...In third place..." he listed off some random name. "In second place..." another random name. "And in first place...Mistoff Quaxo." he made Mistoff's name sound Russian. Oh well, he fricking won! The black tom stepped forward and bowed.

The audience erupted once more into applause and cheers. Once the audience finally calmed and left, along with the other contestants, a random human lady came up and gave him his prize. She congratulated him once more, and then walked off like she was a pop star. He sighed, and looked at the edge of the stage. He ran forward, and jumped off, teleporting back into his den. He quickly took off his tux and hid it in the piles and piles of trash. He then flumped onto the ground. Finally, sleep...

So, hope you enjoyed :3 Though it may not seem like it, this is going to have around 5 chapters, maybe more. So yeah. Have a nice day