Notice how anyone never wrote a Tugger/Plato slash story? Well, I'm about to!

This is dedicated to FrozenUnD's. You rock!

*I don't own Cats.*

"Tugger! What in Everlasting Cat are you doing?!"

Rum Tum Tugger, only a few months old, was outside during a heavy blizzard storm. The snow was coming down hard and fast, and the wind was whirling up to 85 miles per hour; the worst storm of the century. It was pitch black, and the temperature was below freezing. Tugger was out and jumping around in the snow, trying to catch the snowflakes on his tongue. His mane – which was already bigger than him – was starting to get heavy from the amount of snow resting on it. He happily swished his tail back and forth, stirring up the fresh fallen snow.

"I'm playing!" Came his response. His father, Old Deuteronomy, opened the door more.

"Get inside NOW!" His older brother, Munkustrap, yelled. It was funny how much Munk acted like Old Deuteronomy.

"I don't wanna!" Tugger whined as he braced another gust of wind and snow.

"Lemme talk to him," the oldest brother, Macavity, said. Shivering, Macavity stepped out into the storm and trudged over to Tugger.

"Hi Maccy!" Tugger said happily as he jumped in the snow. "Wanna play?"

Macavity shook his head. "Not now. Why don't we go inside and have some warm milk and cuddle?"

That idea made Tugger perk up. "Ok!" As fast as they could – which wasn't very fast – they ran back to their den.

Not too far away, a very young white and auburn patched tom kitten was trying to survive the harsh weather. His mother had left him, and never returned. Where could she have gone? The kitten tried to crawl through the deep snow, but barely got anywhere. His arms and legs were too weak. He cracked his eyes open and in the distance he saw what looked like piles of human junk. Maybe he would find shelter there?

Slowly, but surely, he managed to make it to the junk. He pushed as hard as he could on the metal gates and finally pried them open. As he walked inside, he heard some voices talking in the distance. It sounded like one kitten and one older cat. The kitten gathered his remaining strength and pushed himself towards the voices. He collapsed into the snow not too far away, and started breathing lightly. He knew the storm was winning. He would be dead in the next hour.

The kitten burrowed his eyebrows. No! He would NOT let the storm win! He had come so far! He clenched his paws and hoisted himself back up.

"HELP!" His weak and tiny voice called out. "HELP!"

Maybe it was useless. His voice was drowned out by the wind. He gave one last yell of help before collapsing back into the snow, finally giving up.

"HELP!"

Tugger stopped walking as he heard a shout for help being carried by the wind. He turned around and stared into the pitch black, wondering what caused the noise. Macavity stopped and followed Tugger's gaze.

"What's going on?" Macavity asked.

Tugger tilted his head. "I thought I heard someone calling for help."

"You might be imagining things," Macavity said and gave a small tug on Tugger's arm. "Come on!"

Tugger yanked his arm away. "No! I know I heard something!" He was curious to escape from Macavity and find the source of the cries.

Macavity gave a defeated sigh. "Fine. I'll go check. But go inside and I'll meet you there." Satisfied, Tugger ran into the den and into Old Deuteronomy's warm arms. "That Rum Tum Tugger. He's a curious cat."

Macavity headed in the direction that Tugger pointed in in search of the caller for help. He held his paw in front of his eyes to block out the snow and nearly tripped a few times. There was so much snow, it was hard to see. Finally, Macavity spotted a small figure in the distance. As he came closer, he saw it was a white and auburn patched kitten face – down in the snow. Macavity hurriedly picked up the kitten and noticed he was barely breathing. Who knew how long the kitten had left to live?

He dashed back to the den and set the kitten down on the warm couch and covered him with blankets. Macavity ordered Old Deuteronomy and Munk to keep Tugger in his room until he felt ready to have him come investigate. As Macavity checked the kitten over, he noticed a few large bruises around his small body and a few scratched here and there. The kitten was still lightly breathing, but Macavity didn't dare risk another trip back out into the weather. He covered the kitten with warm and fuzzy blankets and forced warm milk down his throat to warm him up. It took a few minutes, but the kitten finally opened his eyes.

"Hey…" Macavity whispered.

"Who are you?" The kitten rasped.

"My name is Macavity. I found you in the snow."

"You heard my calls…" the kitten commented weakly.

Macavity nodded. "For now, you'll be staying in my den under these blankets. I'd take you to see Jennyanydots and Jellylorum – the nurses – but I'm not taking you back out into that weather."

"Thank you for rescuing me." The kitten coughed and closed his eyes again. Macavity decided the kitten needed rest and he stood up. He would have to tell Tugger that he'd have to investigate tomorrow. Before Macavity left, he turned back around.

"What's your name?" He asked.

The kitten peeked out from under the blankets, his emerald green eyes twinkling. "Plato."