Jellicle Eyes

For Two Jellicle Cats

Brilliant White Gleaming

Magical Black Entrancing

Who knew?

Who knew that the Queen would fall for the Magician?

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Mistoffelees prowled around the junkyard with dropped shoulders. His eyes flickered down to the uneven pavement of the road beneath his paws, deep with deprivation and depression. His tail dragged on the ground, motionless and ragged. Two years he had been a living, breathing cat and he hadn't even gained a mate yet. Great, being the only tom, two years or older with out a mate. Just perfect for him.

It couldn't have had been that hard for all the tom's here. Finding a mate compared with them was a piece of pie. It was as if they could turn the corner and then just find the Queen right there. Simple as that.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case for our Magical Mr. Mistoffelees.

He was quiet, sheltered, non-active toward the female cats. He noticed them, and did consider them what some would call "cute" but never grew to have feelings for one of them. At least before one cat.

Mistoffelees sunken face brightened lightly as he thought of the cat he wished to be his Queen. Her dazzling white fur, the lovely liquid blue eyes she bared, the way her name rolled off his tongue. Victoria. Her eyes, her face, her body, her everything he wished he could see and fall in love with fully.

"Victoria. Dearest, Victoria."

His chest rose up and down evenly as he sang out her sweet tasting name, his lips curling out in longing for her. His whiskers were perked up slightly and an electric shock ran through them. Just saying her name could give him the greatest chills.

"Everything I've ever learned"

"Everything I've ever known,"

"Is only less and less compared to you."

Everything he could never be allowed to love, everything she wouldn't let him accept. It depressed him again, and he looked back down, losing the twinkle in his eyes. His shoulders hunched as a small breeze blew and sprinted toward his den.

He thought about how cold it was to be, with out her by him. Her radiant glow illuminating the world around her, attracting every male tom and making envy towards the other females. Even if Misto was a magical cat, there was no spell that he could think of that Victoria seemed to have put on him.

"And if Jellicles do, if Jellicles can,"

The tuxedo tom stopped mid-road after singing an interpretation of his Jellicle song. He looked up into the moonlit sky that had stars shining around it. He took a deep inhale of the night weather and let his voice sing out.

"Then why can't I have her?"

He sighed unevenly and looked away from the moon's bright light.

"Victoria," He muttered soothingly under his breath, standing against a trash can and then leaning his head against it. He closed his eyes lightly, covering up the rich brown hue it possessed. He sighed again and opened his eyes, seeing nothing but pure trash and cold steam.

"She is my well being spell."

"Her eyes entrance me so."

His brown eyes filled with sparkle that showed off his obvious feelings for the Queen known as Victoria, claws filing to ground below him. His mouth was open slightly to reveal his straight white teeth. His voice trembled in semi-sadness, semi-awe.

"Please, let me have her."

A heavy drop of trash fell from the top of one den and onto the ground, distracting Misto. His eyes averted towards it after being completely startled. His chest swelled up instinctively and a hiss threatened to erupt from his throat.

"This Jellicle Tom is black and white"

"His whiskers are lively, his eyes real bright."

Mistoffelees sighed and looked around, standing straight up. He could still hear the abundant singing voice of a very familiar cat ring in his ears.

"Tugger," He groaned out, sudden frustration piercing his body.

Indeed, the Rum Tum Tugger hopped from his spot hidden between pieces of trash and waltzed up to the magical tuxedo cat. A funny sight, comparing the two. Tugger being taller, more confident of himself and flirty, while Mistoffelees was small, quiet and definitely not a flirt. There was no doubt that Misto was a small speck compared to Tugger. Thank Heavyside that they were friends, though.

Tugger smiled widely, circling around Misto. He stood stiffly as he circled, afraid and upset about the fact that he could've heard his small ballad of love towards Victoria. The Tugger laughed heartily and put his paw on Misto's shoulder.

"He want's a mate with looks so great."

"Her name rolls off the tongue,"

"Victoria."

"Having a little mate trouble, I see my fellow Tom," Tugger breathed out, motioning his hands everywhere. Mistoffelees avoided eye contact and looked toward the ground, ashamed of the fact his friend had heard him sing, especially about…her. Misto gave him a small nod, though, wondering in his head if this flirty cat could help him in any way possible, "Ehh, trust me-,"

He took his paw off of Misto's shoulder and strolled towards a pile of trash, collapsing on top of it with a sigh. He put his paws behind his head and continued to talk to his good friend.

"-I went through the same thing with Bombalurina," He sighed casually; always like his Tugger self. He looked toward his friend, though, and smiled, "You may have a little more trouble, though."

"You could've told me twice," Mistoffelees scoffed, collapsing onto a pile of garbage right by Tugger, "You didn't have that big of an issue with Bombalurina because you're a ladies tom. I, on the other hand have nothing but magical powers and a voice to impress Victoria with. I highly doubt I'm the best-looking tom for her so why should I even go after her? I'm going way out of my own league."

Tugger sighed and rolled his eyes, closing them after they circled around.

"I won't fight with you when you say I'm the ladies tom," He laughed. Misto looked away, "But you have to stop bein' so negative. You're not as bad as you say you are."

He got up from his spot and walked around, looking off into space.

"Victoria and you have been friends since you were kittens," He reminded Misto, "Why wouldn't she choose you as her mate?"

Mistoffelees aimed a glare at Tugger with a, "Are you Serious" look in them.

"One simple thing," He glowered, "Plato."

Tugger let out an over exaggerated "oh" as Misto announced Plato's name with anything but enthusiasm. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face Misto who had his shoulders dropped and face depressed.

"She asked him last time to dance with her at the Jellicle Ball," Misto told him, looking down and nearly mumbling, "and he's definitely not-,"

"No negativity," Tugger interrupted, enjoying his friends little rant. Misto sighed and stopped dead in speech, "Even with Plato as her possible mate, you still have a chance."

"Yeah, right," Misto groaned, "Think about it; Plato's bold, tough, and very…right for Victoria, while I'm everything not."

"That's it."

Mistoffelees switched his eyes to Tugger, who walked away with his paws in the air. He walked awkwardly around, like a duck. Very much like Tugger.

"I can't work with you like this!" Tugger groaned, "I can't handle anybody until they have some sort of a positive attitude."

"Well, the least you can do is give me some sort of advice!" Misto stuttered quickly, paws out and ready with lightening flashing in them. He looked down at them and shook them away, shaking his head along with them. Tugger stared at him over his fur infested shoulder, one brow up. He pointed at Misto's paws with one claw, making Mistoffelees look down at them.

"First, you need to stop spazzing with magic," He bluntly told. He walked grape-vine like towards his friend while dropping his paw to his side, letting it lay limp, "Second-,"

He pointed at Misto's chest with two claws curled in. Mistoffelees looked down at his friend's padded fingers with his rich brown eyes and then back at Tugger whose whiskers wriggled.

"The way to win Victoria's heart is doing what you do best."

Misto looked up at him with rough eyes.

"She wouldn't accept my magic."

"Pssh, indeed she would, my furry friend," Tugger reassured Misto, "Besides, who'd want someone like Plato when she can have a Magical cat like you?"

Misto looked down at his paws and twisted them around, nodding his head.

"Well…I guess if you say it like that."

Tugger smiled lively, his whiskers perking up.

"That's a good cat," He said, patting his shoulder, "Now, if you don't mind-,"

He walked away, stretching and yawning. He scratched the back of his head and strolled away.

"I have some kittens to entertain."