How Much of You is Me?
Mistoffelees lounged on the roof of a rusted old car in the middle of the junkyard watching the kittens roll about and play. He couldn't truthfully say he missed being a kit. Some parts, the playing innocently with others, rolling around in the dirt he missed. Other things from being a tom- other darker, more sensual things about it he loved.
It was these things he hid within himself, only to be let out in the privacy of his den. Unlike Rum Tum Tugger, who openly displayed his sexual habits. And for it, the girls loved him and Misto had heard quite a few toms adored him as well.
It was Mistoffelees luck that Tugger strutted by at that moment.
'Speak of the devil,' Mistoffelees thought, rolling his eyes. Tugger glanced at him.
"What are you rolling your eyes at? You know you want what you see." Tugger came up to Misto, his voice dropping an octave lower to rub against Mistos ears quite delightfully.
"Please, you are such a bore, doing the same thing every day. At least I put some change in my act." Mistoffelees shot back. Tugger feigned hurt.
"You mean, all this," he guestured to himself "gets – old?"
'Hell no it doesn't, but Everlasting Cat don't I want to touch you everytime you move those hips!' Mistoffelees thought to himself. He kept that to himself.
"Yup," Mistoffelees said, popping the 'p'.
"Really then, well I challenge you to a duel." Tugger said puffing up slightly. Misto smirked. The tom really couldn't help himself when his general Tuggerness came into question.
"Alright, I will agree to this. Duel of what, when, and where?" Misto leaned closer to Tugger from his vantage point so close that their noses were barely an inch apart.
"Starting tomorrow, you try to outdo me in my ways. Tomorrow night we will have the clan vote on who plays me better. You," Tugger placed his hand on Mistos' chest, unaware of the chills it sent through the younger toms body. "Or yours truly." He finished.
"Done, see you tomorrow Tugs." Misto said before using his back legs to push his ass in the air before he slowly stood up. He leapt off the car before wandering off into an alley between the junk hills.
'What have I just gotten myself into I wonder?' Misto thought to himself. It was only midnight in the human world so he had time to kill. Practicing magic couldn't hurt.
Breathing hard, Mistoffelees sat down on the ground. Magic, the big stuff was hard when you weren't used to it. Any more of it today and he would surely pass out. Practicing dancing had gotten on his agenda fifteen minutes into practicing magic today, he just couldn't stop moving.
Moving his legs into a split he began stretching out humming quietly to himself the song for the Jellicle ball. Practicing that dance wouldn't hurt. The ball was in a month anyways.
Humming again the beginning he felt he could spare a bit more magic to make the tune play in his area. As the music filled the air he started. Unaware another cat had entered his area, he had already gotten lost in his dancing and music.