Woohoo my first CATS slash

rating: M/R (probably cuz of stuff later on, i think, we'll see rating may go down)

Pairings: Misto x Munku x (It's a secret for now xD)

Warnings: slash, possible language, and probably later on incest, but as other authors have said, they're cats

Disclaimer i don't own cats


The moon shined brightly over top of the Jellicle Junkyard. Two cats sat atop the tire in the center of the junk piles. One was a beautifully white queen. The ivory fur covered all of her except the very tips of her ears, which were black. The other cat was a tom whose coat looked like a tuxedo. He was predominantly black but his face and upper belly were white. He also had white blotches of different sizes on the ends of his arms, legs, and tail. To finish of the tuxedo look he wore a black bow tie as a collar. The two cats had recently matured to adulthood. In fact the queen was only a kit the night before. She took part in the annual mating dance symbolizing her maturity. However, the tom had never officially become an adult. Though he was well liked by all the cats in the junkyard, he was often overlooked. He did not care though. He attributed him being forgotten to his shyness. As long as he had friends that if worst came to worst would care about him, he was happy.

The young queen's head perked up when she smelled a strange odor. "Quaxo, what is that?" she asked the tom.

"What's what, sis?"

"That strange smell."

"Um…hm…" Quaxo said, taking a deep breath. He recognized the smell right away. "That's catnip."

"Oh, so that's what it smells like," the queen smirked. "So, how do you know that?"

"I've been with the other toms while they were eating it. But come on Victoria, do I seem like the type of cat that would try that stuff, even if they offered it to me," Quaxo smiled. But Victoria noticed a hint of sadness in it.

"They don't even offer you any?" Victoria prodded.

"No… but it's alright. I'm sure they just think I'm too you for it. And it's really not that important," he answered, trying hard to keep a cheerful expression.

"Too young, I've heard Pouncival and Tumblebrutus talking about their first time. And they're still kittens. Kittens!" Victoria was becoming angry because of Quaxo's indifference.

"I said it's not important, Vicky, so just drop it." Quaxo's voice now had an edge to it.

"Of course it is. You are one of the most amazing Jellicles out there. You're the only one who can save Old Deuteronomy. So don't say that it's okay everyone forgets about you."

"What don't you understand about drop it?" Quaxo yelled. His fur stood on end and a wave of electricity swept though it. Before he could stop it the electricity had passed to his unsuspecting sister.

"Eek!" Victoria screamed, jumping back. "What's wrong with you Quaxo? If you had still been Mistoffelees, I-I would've…"

"…Been killed," a horrified Quaxo mumbled. He could not believe what just happened. He could not fathom shocking his own sister.

"That's it! I give up trying to care about you. You obviously don't care, about me or yourself," the queen scolded. When she realized she was getting no reply from him, she stood up furiously and stalked off.

Meanwhile, a few junk piles over, a sober Munkustrap was chuckling at his fellow toms. They were mumbling and stumbling aimlessly, high off catnip. Now Munkustrap was not sober from abstinence. He just had a strong immunity to its effects. After a while, the Jellicle protector had begun to grow bored. Sure he loved watching his friends unknowingly grope one another, but he had a strange feeling something else was calling him. And so the beautiful silver and black tom left the nip party. He was not quite sure where he was going he just knew he was meant to be there.

Back at the tire Quaxo sat, fixated on his paws. Emotions rushed through him. He was angry with Victoria for provoking him, but he was fearful that he could shock his own sister. "What if I had been Mistoffelees?" he mumbled. He lifted up his right paw and stared at it. He bared his claws and began a downward swipe towards his other arm. But suddenly he heard something in the distance. He turned around to see the silhouette of a tall tom walking towards him. He could see that the tom was quite fit. The cat's arms were tight with muscle. And his chest rippled with definition. Quaxo realized whom it was when he noticed silver fur gleam from behind black stripes.

"Hey Quaxo," the tom called.

"Hello Munkustrap," Quaxo replied, slightly annoyed by the disturbance.

"Is something wrong little buddy?"

"Well, other than you calling me little, no," Quaxo replied, half joking, half angry.

"Then why are your claws out?"

"Oh, uh, you scared me." Quaxo quickly withdrew his claws.

"Scared you? Quaxo, you have a better sense of perception than Tantomille and Coricopat. You should have known it was me." Munkustrap stared deeply into the young tom's eyes.

"Well, I'm just a little off." Quaxo tried hard to break eye contact, but there was something about the cat before him that captivated him. "Damn, he's going to know I'm lying," he though to himself. "I may be the best at sensing life forms, but Munku always knows when a cat is lying."

Munkustrap let out a sigh before saying, "Okay Quaxo, enough beating around the bush. I saw you were about to cut yourself. Also, on my way here Vicky ran passed me. She was crying and mumbling something about you. Now I don't know if that has to do with you cutting yourself but…"

"It does…" Quaxo interrupted, looking away from the protector shamefully.

"Oh Quaxo," Munkustrap started. He did not know what exactly to say. "I-I'm sure that whatever happened with Victoria is no reason to cut yourself," he finally said sitting down next to the little tom. Seeing that Quaxo was in deep distress, Munkustrap placed his arm around the tom's shoulder.

Quaxo sat still, not saying anything, not looking up into Munkustrap's warm eyes. "I am not worthy of such kindness," he thought to himself.

"Quaxo," Munkustrap softly whispered, "I'm sure that whatever happened, Victoria will forgive you."

"No, no she won't. I don't deserve forgiveness." Quaxo's depression almost made Munkustrap double take. He never expected the joyful Quaxo to feel such hate towards himself. The protector became extremely worried when he saw a tear running down Quaxo's cheek.

"There's no need for tears little buddy," he consoled wiping the tear from Quaxo's face. "Oh sorry for the little comment."

"That's okay, and you can ask if you want," Quaxo said with a weak smile.

"Ask what?" Munkustrap was extremely happy to see the young tom smile. He was glad to see he was getting through to him.

"Ask about what happened."

"Oh, well…" The protector was not sure if he wanted to ask. He was deeply concerned about Quaxo, but was afraid of getting him upset again. However, when Munkustrap looked down into the tom's eyes, he was sure Quaxo wished him to ask. "Wha-what happened?"

"Okay, well, Vicky and I were sitting here just talking. Then she started up on some rant, and I asked her a couple of times to drop it, but she wouldn't. She just kept going on and on. So eventually I got really angry, and lost control. Before I knew it I had shocked her. That's why she was upset. And I just know that if…if…" Quaxo began to tear up and could not finish.

"If what?" Munkustrap asked kindly.

"If I had been… Mistoffelees, she would've…" the young tom stuttered, beginning to cry. "She would've been killed!" he finally screamed, letting all his emotion out. He broke down into a terrible fit. All the while Munkustrap kept holding him.

"It's okay, it's okay. Just let it out." The large tom pulled the little tux into a cradled hug on his lap. He had pulled Quaxo in to console him, but the moment their bodies met, Munkustrap felt a strange sensation deep in his heart. It was a feeling he had never experienced with any other cat.

"Thank you, so much Munkustrap," the tux said, wiping his eyes. He adjusted himself in the others arms so that their eyes met.

"No problem," Munkustrap responded. Looking down at the tux he smiled a grand smile. He had never felt such euphoria before. "Hey Quaxo, I was wondering. What were you and Victoria discussing?"

"Um…er…" Quaxo hesitated.

"What? It's not like it's about me."

"Well…"

"Well what?"

"It is… indirectly." The tux mumbled looking away.

"Indirectly?"

"Well, we were discussing catnip, and I said something about the toms never offering me any…"

"You want catnip?" Munkustrap interrupted.

"No, and that's past the point. When I said that I'm never offered any catnip, Vicky started on a rant about all the Jellicles leaving me out of everything. And that I'm always over looked."

"And that's a touchy subject with you?"

"Well kinda, I guess."

"Do you feel that you are left out?"

"Yah sometimes."

"Do I do it too?" Munkustrap asked almost apologetically.

"Um… well first, I know you don't hate me. But…yes, yes you do… sometimes."

Munkustrap started replaying the past few months over in his head. Other than the Jellicle Ball, he could not think of any times Quaxo was around. He was not at the nip parties. He never came on mousing trips. The Jellicles did leave Quaxo out. But even worse, Munkustrap himself, the Jellicle Protector, had forgotten him.

"Oh Bast, you're right! I have left you out," he scolded himself. "I'm so sorry Quaxo. I don't deserve to say I'm your friend."

"Munku, please, it's all right. It's my fault. I'm too shy."

"That's no excuse. You're one of the nicest, most good-hearted cats out there. And even after you saved Old Deuteronomy from Macavity, I neglected you. I'm so sorry Quaxo."

Without saying a word, Quaxo turned himself so he was completely facing the larger tom. Looking down at the arms around his waste and then up into Munkustrap's eyes, Quaxo hugged him, returning the caring gesture. "The fact that you're here for me now is more than enough reason to call you my friend." As Quaxo said these words and embraced him, the feeling in Munkustrap grew even stronger.

After a few moments of silence the silver and black tabby looked down at the tux who had fallen asleep. Munkustrap was extremely happy that he had been there for Quaxo. But still, even after Quaxo's forgiveness, the protector could not help but feel like an ass. "I promise, with the moon as my witness, I will never forget this wonderful cat again. And above that, I will make sure all the Jellicles see how amazing he is."

Munkustrap stood up, carefully moving Quaxo into a cradled position. The tabby looked down one more time to make sure the tux was still sleeping before beginning his trek to Quaxo's pipe. The night was still and noiseless. Munkustrap decided the nip party must have finally ended. After only a couple of minutes of walking he arrived at the sleeping tom's home. Munkustrap was much taller than Quaxo and had to crouch down in order to fit. All the while he was cautious not to wake up the tux.

Munkustrap made his way to the back of the pipe where he found Quaxo's makeshift bed, a couple of pillows and a few blankets. He lowered the tom slowly onto the pillow. He then proceeded to place the blankets over him. As he did this, Munkustrap noticed a small smile form on the tux's face. After a few moments of just staring at Quaxo Munkustrap quietly exited the pipe.

As he exited the pipe he began to think about the night's events. The nip party, running into Victoria, and comforting Quaxo flooded his mind. He was mainly focusing on his time with Quaxo and the feeling he had in his heart. He wondered what the sensation was, and if Quaxo had felt it too. As he began to walk back toward his den Munkustrap realized he had completely forgotten about the strange calling he had at the party. After a moment of contemplation he decided it did not matter anyway.


Well i hoped you liked it, i love the irony of the end, i also hope the irony was understandable Oo

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