Learning To Trust

Disclaimer: I don't own Cats!

Author's Note: This is my first story,so please be nice!Any constructive criticism,praise,or comments would be greatly appreciated!This is going to be a multi-chap,so stay tuned for more chapters!So,umm...Read and Review,and enjoy!I have received a lot of comments about the spacing/formatting,and I am proud to say I fixed it!No more weird spacing! I was using the wrong program, silly me!

Misto's POV

It's pouring. My tuxedo coat is soaked to the skin, and I am cold and miserable. I just want to get back to the Junkyard, curl up in my den and go to sleep. It wasn't raining at all when I set out on my mouse hunt a few hours ago in the streets of London.

Why am I hunting in the streets and not in the field behind the Jellicle Junkyard? It's because of Coricopat and Tantomile, the psychic twins. They always know where all the mice are, and ruin the challenge for everyone! I know they're just trying to help us get food, but we want a little fun, too!

So that's why I decided to take to the streets for my hunt. I wasn't the only one who got tired of Cori and Tanto ruining the thrill of the hunt. Alonzo and Pouncival went to the streets too, and we'd promised Munkustrap we would be back before the rain hit, and then went our separate ways.

They're probably back by now...and me? I just had to go chasing after this one delicious-looking rat, and before I knew it, I went farther than I realized, and got lost."At least I didn't end up in Macavity's territory...but where am I?"I thought.

I scanned my surroundings, looking for any sort of landmark."Old, run-down houses over there...Oh! It's the old library!"I thought, relieved. I figure I'm a few blocks from the Junkyard. Good. Not lost anymore.

Suddenly, I heard a faint whimper."What was that?"I wondered as I stopped walking. I listened, but all I could hear was the rain drumming against rooftops and in the puddles. No whimpering."Great. My mind is playing tricks on me. Who in Heaviside would be out in weather like this?"I thought, shaking my head. I brushed it off and continued walking. I heard the whimpering again. It was louder this time. I realized it was coming from an alley a little to my right.

I peeked cautiously around the corner, and gasped at the sight that lay before me. There in front of me, curled up next to an old, smelly trash can, was a shivering, white queen around my age. She was covered in blood, her coat was matted and dirty, and she looked like she had been beaten. The only way I could tell she was white was because wherever there wasn't blood or dirt, there was grayish-white fur, and her nose was pink. She looked unconscious, and I heard her whimper again. I could feel my heart sink as I was overwhelmed with pity for the poor queen. I knew I had to help her, so I started walking slowly towards her.

Victoria's POV

In my half-conscious world, I saw a vague, dark shape walking towards me. It had a tail, so I assumed it was a cat. It spoke, "Hey, are you alright?"The voice sounded male, and it was soft and soothing. It sounded so distant, but I knew that couldn't be true, because I could practically feel the body heat coming off of him. Was he that close?

"What do you want?"I wanted to ask. I tried to speak, but I only let out another whimper. The tom, as I now registered, spoke again."You're pretty beaten up. Let me take you back to my home, my friends there will fix you up."Before I knew what was happening, I felt a pair of arms surround me."What are you doing?"I panicked."No! Don't touch me!"I wanted to scream at him. Instead, I gave him a small shriek, and kicked him with all my might...or, what was left of it, trying to defend myself. As soon as I recoiled though, a sharp pain tore through my body. The pain, the cold, it was all too much for me. I couldn't hold back the darkness that threatened to envelope me any longer."No, leave me alone..."I thought feebly as I finally blacked out.

Misto's POV

"Bast!"I hissed irritably, "calm down! I'm just trying to help!"I crouched to pick up the white, bleeding queen, but in an attempt to do so, she let out a shriek and kicked me!"I guess she wasn't as unconscious as I thought she was."I thought with a smirk while rubbing my now aching thigh.

I watched as she slowly relaxed, her body sagging against the trash can she was curled up next to. I knew she really was unconscious now, and it was safe to pick her up.

Now that I had a chance, I looked her over more closely. She had a faded blue collar, and gashes down her left leg and arm. The rest of her body was covered in blood, dirt, and numerous bruises. Only one thought came to my mind:"Could she be one of Macavity's queens? Poor thing..."

I gingerly attempted to pick her up again, careful not to touch the gashes. Apparently, I wasn't careful enough, because the moment I slid my arm around her back, she tensed and curled up again."Shh...It's alright, I'm just trying to help..."I said in the most soothing tone I could manage.

That seemed to do the trick, because she relaxed again, and I noticed that ever so slightly, the corners of her lips curled up."Hmm...She likes my voice..."I thought with a quiet chuckle. I picked her up, shifting her so her head was lolling against my chest, not over my arm, so she would be more comfortable.

I looked down at her, and I noticed her small smile was replaced with a frown. I could tell she was still in a lot of pain. I felt my heart sink again. I don't think I've ever felt so much compassion for another cat before. I surprised myself. Was it because she is a queen?"Control yourself, Misto! Don't think like that!"I chastised myself. I quickly pushed the thought out of my head as I started on my way back to the Junkyard, where a worried, and most likely surprised, Munkustrap would surely be waiting for me, along with all my other Jellicle friends.

Author's Note: Whew! Done! Love it? Hate it? Review and tell me what you think!;)