Okay, this is the first chapter of my first attempt at fan fiction! R/R,
but don't be to mean! For legal purposes, I do not own any of CATS or it's
characters! I hope you enjoy, the second chapter is on its way!
Chapter One
"What's that, Misto?" Victoria asked her mate; her gaze fixed on a golden colored camera in Mistoffelees' paws. "I. Well I don't really know. It looks like some sort of camera," He responded, and turned it over, "A cloaked queen in the Cats Meow gave it to me. She told me to use it as often as possible, and that the film never had to be changed. If you ask me, that sounds a bit strange."
"A bit?" Questioned an approaching Jellicle, one with a black coat and fluffy mane. It was Rum Tum Tugger, and he had his arm around his mate.
"Misto, you know that club, and the cats in it, is no good. I remember what happened to you last time you went there," said the pretty queen at Rum Tum's side.
"Don't we all, Bomba," Smirked Victoria, Misto could see that she was definitely thinking about what events played out that unfortunate night. It was the evening before the Jellicle Ball, and Misto, Mungojerrie, and Rum Tum decided to go for a celebratory drink at the Cats Meow. Mistoffelees swore to Victoria that he wouldn't talk to any other queens, but as the night wore on, and the drinks settled in, Misto *forgot*. He met a slightly drunken, grey queen, and they did a little harm less dancing. After a number or two, she led him to a door at the back of the club that blended in very well with the stone wall. She opened it and led him into a small, dark room with no windows and shag carpet, as Mistoffelees had said. The only furniture in the room was a four poster bed with dirty, unkempt sheets and ripped hanging, and a large brick fire place with iron grates, the whole contraption on a half-circle wooden stand. She had motioned for him to sit on the bed with her, but Misto protested, because he knew Vicki would definitely object to that.
"Silly Tom, you didn't seriously think I would ever-" She began to scoff, but was cut off by someone clearing his throat in the darkest corner of the room, by the fireplace. A tall ginger tom stepped out of the shadows, and Misto hissed the cat's name under his breath; "Macavity."
Chapter One
"What's that, Misto?" Victoria asked her mate; her gaze fixed on a golden colored camera in Mistoffelees' paws. "I. Well I don't really know. It looks like some sort of camera," He responded, and turned it over, "A cloaked queen in the Cats Meow gave it to me. She told me to use it as often as possible, and that the film never had to be changed. If you ask me, that sounds a bit strange."
"A bit?" Questioned an approaching Jellicle, one with a black coat and fluffy mane. It was Rum Tum Tugger, and he had his arm around his mate.
"Misto, you know that club, and the cats in it, is no good. I remember what happened to you last time you went there," said the pretty queen at Rum Tum's side.
"Don't we all, Bomba," Smirked Victoria, Misto could see that she was definitely thinking about what events played out that unfortunate night. It was the evening before the Jellicle Ball, and Misto, Mungojerrie, and Rum Tum decided to go for a celebratory drink at the Cats Meow. Mistoffelees swore to Victoria that he wouldn't talk to any other queens, but as the night wore on, and the drinks settled in, Misto *forgot*. He met a slightly drunken, grey queen, and they did a little harm less dancing. After a number or two, she led him to a door at the back of the club that blended in very well with the stone wall. She opened it and led him into a small, dark room with no windows and shag carpet, as Mistoffelees had said. The only furniture in the room was a four poster bed with dirty, unkempt sheets and ripped hanging, and a large brick fire place with iron grates, the whole contraption on a half-circle wooden stand. She had motioned for him to sit on the bed with her, but Misto protested, because he knew Vicki would definitely object to that.
"Silly Tom, you didn't seriously think I would ever-" She began to scoff, but was cut off by someone clearing his throat in the darkest corner of the room, by the fireplace. A tall ginger tom stepped out of the shadows, and Misto hissed the cat's name under his breath; "Macavity."