my entry for Hazelthorn's Unusual Cats couples contest. This will also be that Misto/Mungo thing I talked about ages ago. So anyone who likes this good tell Hazel thank you for asking me to join. Also, my accent for them will be horrible because I'm just that bad at it, so forgive me and help me on what you can guys. Accent criticism=lovez...unless you're just flat out rude.

Oh, and I own my thoughts only. Cats belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber and T.S. Elliot...mainly Elliot because he wrote the book.

It was dark, cold, and quiet. Ordinary for the place Mungojerrie was at the moment. Painful yowls could be heard in the distance, along with malicious laughing. The ginger tabby tom was trying not to cringe and run off, as that would show a weakness he could not afford. Suddenly and without warning, the feeling of cold claws and warm blood hit Mungo's shoulder. He tried not to yowl or writhe, it would only make it worse. The laughter was now in the air, surrounding Mungojerrie and tormenting him.

In the real world, Rumpleteazer, a similar looking tabby queen and Mungo's sister, was woken up. Her brother was kicking in his sleep and finally let out a yowl. He sat up with a jolt, panting. She could see his eyes were wide with fear, so she nuzzled against him.

"It'll be foine. He can't ge'us 'ny more," she whispered calmingly. When Rumpleteazer saw this wasn't working, she jumped out of their claimed bed of dirty clothes. " 'ome on 'en, let's go ta tha Junkyard." She knew there was at least one cat who could ease Mungojerrie's fear, and he would most likely be in the Junkyard tonight. Mungojerrie just nodded, almost landing on his sister when he jumped down.

All was calm in the Junkyard when the ginger tabby twins arrived. Of course, it would be since it was late. Rumpleteazer hoped the cat her poor brother needed was awake. They crossed the clearing and walked around until they reached Quaxo's house. Small noises of things being moved around could be heard so Rumple, being the considerate cat she was, busted open the makeshift door of the black tom's house.

"What the-? Oh, it's just you Rumpleteazer. What are you doing here so late?" Quaxo, now Mistoffelees because he was sparkling and magical, asked in a rather confused voice. He didn't see or sense Mungojerrie until his sentence was finished. "Oh. Nightmares again?" Rumple nodded. "Okay. I'll take care of it," he reassured the ginger she-cat who nodded again and left. "Come here Mungo," Misto held out his arms for the other. Without hestitation, the orange tom rushed over to the open arms. He wrapped his own around Misto's torso and hid his face in the crook of the other's neck. Misto held the scared tom, purring soothingly to try to calm him down. The black cat gently pulled the other to the ground to lay and curled up around the ginger tom. His tail was glowing dimmly with magics from the Heavyside Layer as he brushed Mungo's flank with it. Mungojerrie's breathing was steadying now, and his eyes were closed. Becoming tired himself, Misto pressed his nose into the shoulder that was constantly attacked in Mungo's dreams. A scar was really there, as it had truly happened when Mungo and Rumple still worked for Macavity. However, the touch of the magical cat had an effect on the scar. Mungojerrie couldn't feel it anymore, and he didn't have the pressured feeling he usually had when he was going to sleep. Trying to move into a more comfortable position, Mungo rolled towards Misto, and their muzzles touched briefly. Neither cat said anything, but Mungojerrie had a feeling he wouldn't have anymore nightmares, and Mistoffelees thought he wouldn't sleep alone much anymore.

And somewhere out in the Junkyard clearing, a certain ginger tabby queen was idolizing a fluffy Maine tom from a distance.