A/N: My first Cats story! So, here's the story of Mistofelees and Tugger. Quick warning, Tugger might be a bit OOC, so tell me if you think he is. I'll try to keep him as close to the actual as possible. I'm using the movie as reference material, and the cats look like they do in the play. Humans just think they look like normal cats, just to let you guys know. Please read and review. And I know, this chapter's short. The next chapters will probably be longer. Please read and review. Please!
It was a cold and dreary day…nope. It wasn't all that dreary.
It was a cold and dry day…not that either.
It was a cold day. 'Kay we'll go with that.
It was a cold day. I was prowling about the wall of the junkyard that cold day, a couple of days after the Jellicle Ball, when I caught the scent of a rat. I had been pretty hungry all day, so I decided to chase after this rat. I followed it for a few blocks and into an alleyway. I had nearly caught it, when I heard a small cough. I looked around and saw a mass of fur. A black and white mass of fur. Sniffing the air around them, I smelled the stale, metallic smell of dried blood. I carefully walked up to them and poked them with my nose. They stirred slightly, and the black mass looked up at me. Turns out, the mess of fur was two cats.
"Can you help me?" the cat asked me. He held my gaze for a moment more, yet closed his eyes and dropped his head on the white cat. Now, despite my cocky attitude, I had a soft spot for kittens. I can't stand to see them hurt or sad. Silently swearing to make whoever did this to the black cat sorry, I picked them up and started running back to the junkyard.
"Jenny! Or Jelly! Can someone help me over here?" I called as I was in the main courtyard. Jennyanydots came over to me, looking slightly tired.
"Tugger, it's late. Can't you wait to humiliate me in the morning? After I've had some sleep?" she asked me.
"I don't want to humiliate you. Now, at least. I actually have a couple of cats I need you to look at. I don't know what's wrong with them, yet at least one is bleeding badly," I told her, shoving the kits into her arms. She looked down at the black cat with a medic's eye.
"It seems to be scratches, not much else. He'll be fine. Don't worry about it. I'll get him shaped up soon enough," Jenny said.
Thus the story of how I met Misto. He'll take the story from here. He opted not to tell this part of the story, seeing as how he was unconscious during the first part of this story, and without me, this story would never have happened.