Hiya all! Here's a new Cats fanfic! 3 So yeah, this is the intro!
For Quaxo's Blood, I'm kinda stuck. I would like you all to help me decide on whether or not Quaxo should ask Macavity about his life :U For those who know absolutly nothing on what I'm saying, I have my first fanfic Quaxo's Blood. Take a look if you get the chance c:
This fanfic is going to be in first person and will contain OCs, possible character death, and possible slash. Not quite sure yet o3o
It was a quiet day at the Jellicle Junkyard.
Young queens were chatting up on the large tire in the clearing where the Jellicle's normally spent their time together.
The Jellicle protector, Munkustrap, was on his daily patrol of the Jellicle's home.
On the lookout for pekes, pollicles, and or his brother Macavity. He hated the thought that The Hidden Paw was his sibling.
His other brother, The Rum Tum Tugger, was; as usual, hanging with his little fan club of queens and kits.
Oh that Tugger, he knew how to charm a queen, making her melt in his arms.
This story doesn't focus on any of those cats, however.
No, this story focuses on the little tuxedo tom of the Jellicle tribe.
Quaxo is his name.
He's known highly for his ability to use magic.
No one knows how on earth he was able to obtain such ability.
When the little tux would use his magic, it was normally when his alter-ego, Mr. Mistoffelees, would take over his body.
Quaxo used Mr. Mistoffelees as a sort of stage name.
Considering the stage name is a little long, most people refer to him as Misto, instead.
Believe it or not, but this sweet, shy little tom was once an enemy of the Jellicles.
That's quite a long story, so why don't we just let Quaxo tell the story on how he was taken from his family when he was just a kit and how he was raised to become a violent killer.
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