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Mistoffelees shivered, his short black fur making it difficult for him to stay warm during the Winter months. It was dark, and the nights was always so much colder; at least some bleak sunlight would deign to shine during the day. He'd been struggling to find a den, finding only a small cardboard box. It was shelter, but drafty and barely big enough to lie in, let alone stand. Rubbing his head on his shoulder try to warm himself, he curled into his body, still quivering. Breathing deeply, he tried to fall asleep, but the cold cut in to his skin too sharply. Groaning, Mistoffelees shifted again, swiveling his head and hips, uncoiling and recoiling himself trying to find an impossible way to block out the cold. As he did so, the tux heard something. It sounded like wood creaking. Deciding it was just the wind, he returned to his attempts to keep himself warm, but it sounded again, echoing amongst the small piles of junk in the yard.

Mistoffelees leapt to his feet, regretting it almost immediately; the wind bit at him, as though it were it were trying to kill him off with frostbite. He shook himself vigorously, frantically looking around the clearing all the while. Suddenly, he caught sight of a hint of long fur behind a wooden crate. Grinning a little, the small tom made his way over quietly, and arched his back to gain a better view of the Rum Tum Tugger lying behind the crate, who seemed to be having no problem with the chill. He was curled up loosely, his smirk still in place, even whilst he slept. Mistoffelees smiled softly; he found the bigger tom's ability to remain cocky, even when asleep, relatively amusing.

The Rum Tum Tugger didn't stay asleep much longer, though. Despite Mistoffelees' attempt to remain quiet, the Maine Coon opened his eyes blearily, groggily aware that he was being watched. The tux's smile vanished as he shifted backwards quickly, but the Rum Tum Tugger had seen him.

Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, the cat looked over at the smaller tom, eyebrows raised and a grin beginning to spread across his face, "Enjoying the view, are we Mr. Mistoffelees?" His tone rang with sarcasm, making annoyance build up in the black cat's throat,
"Just wondering who was purring so loudly. Should've known it would be you." He turned to walk away, but the wind caught him in the face and his entire body shivered violently, "Alright there, Misto?" The Rum Tum Tugger moved closer to him, Mistoffelees rolling his eyes, "I'm fine. We don't all have ridiculously long fur to keep us warm."

"Hey, hey! What's with all the hostility? My fur can't be that ridiculous if it keeps me from the uncomfortable state you seem to have found yourself in," He nodded at the tux's trembling legs, who sighed deeply. He opened his mouth to reply, but the bigger cat cut him off, "Where's your den, anyway?" Mistoffelees blushed a little, embarrassed at his inability to find a suitable den, but nodded towards the small box he'd taken refuge in earlier that night. Tugger raised a cocky eyebrow, "I do hope you don't mean that rotten old cardboard box," Mistoffelees shrugged, still embarrassed, and annoyed that he felt humiliated by the Tom. Tugger gave him a suggestive look,"I could keep you warm, you know," Mistoffelees rolled his eyes exasperatedly,
"Thanks for the offer, Tugger, but no know thanks. My box is quite alright for me," and with that, he skunk off back to his drafts little den, curled up, and ignored the gaze of the Rum Tum Tugger.

What he couldn't ignore, however, was that the cold really did seem to have it out for him that night. He changed position as often as he could, trying to keep his movements energetic to generate heat, until he felt a soft nuzzle on his head fur. Looking up sharply, Mistoffelees saw the Rum Tum Tugger smirking down at him. Irritated, the smaller tom leapt up, confused and now colder then he already had been. Tugger smiled a knowing smile and began to walk away, calling over his shoulder, "You can come sleep in my den," he turned his head fully, "If you can fight the urge to jump me while I sleep," Rolling his eyes for the third time, Mistoffelees scowled, but he couldn't deny he was in desperate need of somewhere warmer. Swallowing his pride, the little black cat made his way after the Rum Tum Tugger, quickly catching up to him, "Why weren't you sleeping in your den, then?"
Tugger looked down at the smaller cat, "I have lovely long fur, as you have already so kindly pointed out. I don't feel the cold as you obviously do," Mistoffelees huffed, but he couldn't deny that the Rum Tum Tugger was being kind. As they reached the warm den, Mistoffelees' body relaxed and his back tingled from the temperature change. There were blankets covering everything, with a noticeable depression in a corner. The Rum Tum Tugger curled up in it instantly, watching Mistoffelees pick a dimple in the blanket to settle into. He grinned toothily at him, making the tux smile a small smile back at him, "Thanks," he said begrudgingly, "I appreciate it, Tugger," The big cat snuggled down in to his blanket, "No problem," he said dopily. Mistoffelees nodded, before doing the same. He fell asleep quickly, the warmth having a pleasant effect on the small cat. The Rum Tum Tugger watched him from his corner, lazily smiling at the way the smaller tom breathed; small puffs with big sighs breaking them up. He figured it was only fair, since he'd felt Mistoffelees watching him for a few long moments before he'd opened his eyes. He almost wished the dark cat had chosen to sleep closer to him.