Summary: What if the toms got together and decided to ask some questions? What if the question was 'if he were to go after another tom more masculine than you, who would it be?' and he says a name and he's dared to pursue this tom? Oh, boy! This outta be interesting.

WARNING(S)/Why I did this: This is Rated T firstly, due to paranoia, but secondly because I'm a teen and I'm most likely gonna add not so kid friendly stuff in here! I'm mostly doing this because they're my two favorite characters and I wondered what it'd be like to put them together so here's this story! Also, it's categorized for humor because some of the things on here I think is funny, if you laugh, it's a bonus and it's categorized completely correctly. Also another warning... I'm random so you're going to get the smallest taste of it when I write in the story, before the story... and after the story. ALSO! You're gonna have to imagine the accents since I hate seeing that something's spelled wrong and having it ignore it constantly.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except the plot... and if I throw any extras in there I own them. ENJOY and PLEASE review!

Rum Tum Tugger lounges about in a secluded part of the junkyard with the younger toms. Munkustrap is busy patrolling the junkyard for the safety of the tribe and Alonzo's trying to get Cassandra's attention... again. His tail swings lazily as he waits for the others to calm down on their kit antics as Alonzo returns. Suddenly Mistoffelees gets a smile that Tugger is all too familiar with, one that promises mischief and/or fun. Tugger knows his younger brother well, but even so he still doesn't know whether or not it's one or the other or both. He simply twitches his whiskers in curiosity and worry. Sometimes the mischief that comes with the tux leads to nothing but trouble.

"Hey! I've got an idea! A game," the young tom says.

"What?" Tumblebrutus asks.

"We go around the circle and answer a common question. 'If you were to mate with another tom more masculine than you, who would it be?' and we answer honestly," Mistoffelees explains.

Pounvical frowns. "Why do they have to be more masculine then ourselves?" he asks.

"Because usually we want to be the dominant one in the relationship," the magical cat answers. "I'll start... um, if I were to pursue a male more masculine than myself it would be... Alonzo."

Rum Tum Tugger's beside his brother, to his right, but it goes counterclockwise. Alonzo. "... Munkustrap."

Next Pouncival. "Tugger," he says hesitantly.

Tugger grins. "Don't be ashamed," he says. "I'm fine with it."

Next is Plato. "Hm... Mungojerrie."

Next is Mungojerrie, who blinks and then grins at having his vote in. "Tugger."

Coricopat. "I'm reluctant to play this game of your Mistoffelees, but I will entertain you... Pouncival."

Tugger's turn, but he hasn't thought of it. Of course his father and brothers are definitely out of the question, so that limits his options. Though he has a fond place in his heart for the old cat, Gus is out of the question. Asparagus, he finds, is too sour to even think of pursuing. He thinks about the cats in front of him and finds that none of them are as masculine as he seems to be. Then his mind turns to Skimbleshanks, the last option. He knows Skimble's been in more than his fair share of fights, he has a demanding presence and always seems to be the one other tom than his father and Munkustrap to get him in order during his rambunctious times. He nods his head unconsciously as he goes over other qualities. He wasn't bad on the eyes, at least, and he always loves the glass-green color of his eyes and Tugger, like with Gus, can't get enough of the stories told by the tom. The more he thinks about it, the more he's convinced that this would be his choice of a male mate.

"Skimble," he finally says. Everyone stares at him. "What?"

"N-nothing," Mungojerrie stutters. "It's just that... we didn't expect that answer."

"You thought of that for a long time," the tux notes.

"It's hard to think of anyone more masculine than me that I'm not related to," Tugger defends himself.

"Of course, of course," Pouncival says.

Mistofelees claps his paws together. "Now, the second part of the game. Draw a paper and it'll have a number. Then I'll pick a card from the deck and whoever has the number has to pursue their choice of mate in order to win the game."

Tugger gapes at his youngest brother. Mischief was the source of the smile from before, and is now. Tugger pulls out the number three. There are enouch for everyone, even one for Mistoffelees, and he then pulls out a desk of cards. Pouncival is the volunteer and he pulls out a number. He holds it for everyone else to see since it's not he himself, and everyone looks at each other except... Tugger. He stares at the card in disbelief and wonders how this happens. He would be fine with Pouncival or Mungojerrie trying to win him, but this couldn't be happening. The heart breaker, Rum Tum Tugger, has to pursue the heart of Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat. The card is the 3 of hearts...

HAT: I hope you enjoyed. Please no flames, this is my FIRST Cats fanfiction ever so please cut me some slack and also, the fact that I made Mistoffelees related to Tugger and Munkus? Well... that's for another time, but that's how I picture everything in my head.

Skimble: *rolls his eyes* You're such a strange lass.

HAT: *glomps Skimble* It's my favorite character!

Skimble: *sighs* You don't know her like I do...

HAT: Let me explain (Kevin Hart was funny in that btw): I've got this thing for falling in love with the slightly older characters (no, not Old Deuteronomy, just love his fatherly... thing like with Mufasa from The Lion King (he was voiced by James Earl Jones who voiced Darth Vader in Star Wars)!), but like Skimble from Cats or Jiraiya from Naruto or Haymitch from HungerGames or Derek from Teen Wolf (okay... he's not a good example, but I mean... he's HOT!) actually Peter (his uncle) from Teen Wolf (even if he's evil). So yeah... I don't know why, but yeah. I think it's because most of them make me smile and peppy and laugh. I know I'm not the only one!

Skimble: *smiles* I guess I should be happy to be number one.

HAT: Yes, you should. Anyway, please review!