Just wanted to say, you guys are all so incredibly awesome. So anyways, I was watching the musical Cats yesterday, and I noticed that Victoria/Veronica/V-something and Mr. Mistoffelees kinda have a thing going for each other. Every time V-what's-her-face dances, Mistoffelees is her partner. So I kind of got inspired, like many of us creepy crazy writers do, to write this.

If you haven't ever seen Cats, 1) You should probably watch it before you read this, 2) You're crazy, and 3) you seriously must be living underneath a ROCK if you haven't seen it.

And that's coming from the girl who didn't know that Lady Gaga existed until up to last year. You get my point.

Anyways, ON WITH THE STORYY! (BTW, they aren't cats in this story. They're humans)

Disclaimer: I have not, nor have I ever, owned Cats. I have, however, owned three other cats. Whom all died of somewhat unnatural causes…. Yaa…..

Mystical

I walked quickly through the streets of London, one hand on my black beret, the other holding on to a letter. The flowing white hair I was born with was tucked up under the beret, as normal people didn't like it. Whenever I just happened to let it show in public, they stayed as far away from me as physically possible. I hated it when that happened. It was like they blamed me for ruining their perfect little city, which undeniably still had hobos, creepy dogs, and was as dirty as heck.

But I had found someplace that would hopefully accept me for who I was. It was called J.C. Castle. A secret organization who prided themselves on having members of extraordinary physique. It was, in fact, where I was heading now. To try and be accepted into this organization.

I came upon it after getting lost about a thousand times in the streets. The castle was enormous, with almost 20 turrets, and the largest front lawn I had ever seen. Walking up the path, I saw that almost every window was stained glass, with a different design for each. However, several of the windows didn't have any glass in them, just crudely-made shutters, as if trying to make up for not having enough money for extra glass. The drawbridge was made of a beautiful wood, with a large iron plaque above it with the words J.C. CASTLE written in fancy script on it. I stood there in awe.

"Excuse me, miss, but may I help you?" I twirled around to find a man around my age with black hair and sparkly gray eyes. He was wearing a simple white button-up shirt, with black slacks, with a black tie hanging loosely around his neck. All he needed was a jacket, and he'd be ready for a wedding.

"Umm, yes, my name's Victoria Snow, and I'm here for an…" I checked the letter for the precise wording. "'audition'?"

The man smiled at me. "Follow me."

Inside, J.C. Castle was even more beautiful. The floors were covered with a smooth, white marble, and the walls had portraits hanging on them with the faces of countless numbers of famous members. Many of them had cat's eyes.

What if I'm considered normal here? I wondered as I gazed at the unique people in the paintings. I unconsciously reached for a white curl that had fallen from underneath my beret. I fingered it while I followed the man down the hallway. He led me to a large oak door.

"They're waiting for you." He smiled again, nodding at the door. Then, in a flurry of sparkles with a large CRACK! Following afterwards, he disappeared.

I was wondering why he looked so normal…

Swallowing, I slowly opened the doors.

Standing inside were an assortment of people, and when I say assortment, I mean ASSORTMENT.

A girl had bright red hair, sticking up in all directions, standing next to a man with leopard spots decorating the sides of his face, like a tattoo, but you could tell it was real. Another two girls had multicolored eyes, beginning with brown all the way to red. A guy had one eye that was fully black, along with everything around it, the skin and eyebrows included, and standing right next to him was the man who had walked me in.

He stepped forward. "The name's Mistoffelees. Everyone here calls me Misto, though. The girl over there," He pointed to the one with red hair. "is Bombalurina. She's quite a handful." At this, the girl glared at Misto. He gave her a cocky smile in return. "The one standing next to her is Rum Tum Tugger. Normally, he's just Rum or Tugg. And those two over there are Corico and Tantomile. They possess the ability to prophecy and are very gifted with those types of arts. And them over there…" He continued through all of the people, naming each one and their special talent if they looked normal.

Once he was through, he looked at me. "Please, introduce yourself and your talent, since you look normal enough." With a teasing smile, he backed away.

I shifted from foot to foot, slightly nervous. "Umm, hi, my name's Victoria Snow, but you can all call me Rory. And I have a gift for dance. I've never learned it before, no lessons or anything. It just comes naturally to me. But I also have something else," I reached up to my beret, taking it off, and letting my long waves of white hair swirl around me.

Everyone's eyes grew wide, including Misto's. My hair wasn't just white. Glittery bursts of sparkle exploded on it every time it swayed.

"Deuteronomy, is she accepted?" A leader whom Misto had introduced as Munkustrap called to no one in particular.

An old gravelly voice replied back, "Yes."

The group immediately broke into smiles, and came to congratulate me.

All except Mistoffelees.