Heeey guys! So I haven't written a CATS fic in forever and I miss my little Jellicles! So I got the idea for this fic. How did Misto, Munky, and Tugger become such great friends? They're so different...How did they become like the Three Musketeers of the Junkyard? So this chapter story will tell their tale:)

Note: Even though the characters in the summary note thing said the two main characters and Munkustrap and Mistoffelees, Tugger is also a main role. It just wouldn't let me do three characters *grr* Oh, and this is NOT slash! It's just three best friends and the story of their lives.

Disclaimer: I only own the story idea.

~Rosey

Chapter One: Oh, Well, I Never!

"He looks funny, Mama!" Alonzo looked down at his new little brother, his head cocked to the side.

"All kittens are born with their eyes closed, honey. You were too," Mystaflier smiled gently, glancing down at her new-born tux kitten.

"Was not!" Alonzo pouted, sitting on his haunches.

"Yes you were, son," Bustopher Jones, the proud father, chuckled, entering the room and placing his giant spoon aside, going over to the pile of blankets on which the baby kitten slept.

"Was not!" Alonzo shook his head stubbornly. "I remember seeing things as a kitten!"

"Not as a newborn," Mystaflier giggled, putting an arm around her older son.

"Well. That's...silly," Alonzo mumbled feebly, pouting.

Bustopher Jones laughed before turning to his mate. "Well, my dear, have you decided on a name yet?"

"Quaxo," Mystaflier smiled proudly, looking at her tiny son with motherly love. "What do you think?"

"I love it," Bustopher Jones beamed, his eye shining. "It's perfect."

"How did you choose MY name?" Alonzo asked, jumping up and down.

Mystaflier chuckled and bit her lip. And so the big-brother jealously started...The fear of being replaced by the newborn. She took Alonzo in her lap and kissed his nose. "We got your name because it fit you perfectly, and it just came to us the second we saw you."

"Oh. Okay!" Alonzo seemed pleased with this answer and he leaped off his mother's lap and scurried into the other room, his short attention span having been distracted by a scuffling sound that was, no doubt, a mouse or roach. Either way, he was about to have lunch.

Quaxo mewed suddenly, and Mystaflier and Bustopher Jones looked down in surprise. And then they gasped. His eyes had opened! After only a day, his eyes were open! The big, brown orbs looked up at Mystaflier and Bustopher Jones expectantly, as if he was saying "Okay, my eyes are open. Now what?"

"Do you think that's normal?" Mystaflier asked nervously, looking at her mate.

"Umm...I suppose every cat is different," Bustopher Jones stammered, his usually stuffy air now being one of shock and confusion.

And then Quaxo's paws started to flicker. Flicker! As if tiny bolts of lightening were trying to escape his paws! Mystaflier gasped, putting a paw to her mouth. "What's wrong with our baby?" she cried, watching in terror as Quaxo looked at his flickering paws with kitten-like curiosity.

"I...I don't know, darling," Bustopher Jones mumbled in worry, watching in shock as Quaxo's paws continued to sizzle with light.

And then it stopped. His paws were as white and normal as any kitten's. Mystaflier blinked a few times before slumping backwards, scooping Quaxo into her arms. "I don't know what just happened, but I pray to Heaviside it won't happen again," she murmured, nuzzling her kitten.

Quaxo mewed from her arms and nuzzled her back. Mystaflier laughed tearily before setting him back into the pile of blankets. "Oh, well, I never was there ever a kitten so clever as you, darling," she purred, resting her head on Bustopher Jones' shoulder.

"He's one of the best kittens in the Junkyard," Bustopher Jones agreed proudly. "Even if he is a little odd."

'A little,' however, soon proved to be an understatement.

Well there's chapter one! Hope you all are enjoying this so far! If so, tell me in a

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~Rosey