A/N: So, this story has taken a darker turn than the fluff-fic I had originally planned on. The next few chapters will be pretty dark and almost angsty, yet it sets up for later chapters (I think). I'm pretty much working on a whim here, so if it's an awful story, I apologize in advance. We'll start the first morning after the previous chapter. Misto's POV for the rest of the story. Thanks to the few who reviewed. I enjoy getting reviews a lot. Advanced warning: Misto, and Tugger are somewhat strange in this story.

*groan* Tugger always thinks he's the hero of the story… I'm taking the story from here. Me, Mistofelees, sometimes known as Quaxo. I'll start when I'm almost a year old; the morning after Tugger brought me to the junkyard.


I woke up early—before dawn, if the temperature was in indicator—and rolled over onto my back. I was in an unfamiliar den, and my sister wasn't anywhere around me. Panicking, I looked around to see where she was. I had risked my hide, asked a strange cat for help, and ended up here, all for her, and she wasn't around. As I was standing up to go look around, an orange cat with leopard spots and tiger stripes hurried out of a side room and pushed me back onto the bed.

"Sit down, sit down! I need to make sure you don't have any broken bones or anything. I didn't get a chance to earlier with having to deal with that white cat. She had some nasty bruises and sprained ankles," the cat said as she pushed me back onto the bed.

"Where is she?" I asked softly, worried about what was happening to her.

"In the room I came out of. Don't worry about her, I'll get you over there right after I've finished checking you over." The cat came over to me and started poking and prodding my legs and paws. I tried not to worry about Ria, yet it didn't work very well. A few minutes later, the cat stepped back and helped me stand up. "There you go; nothing's wrong with you. You can head back to your sister now. She's asleep, yet I'm sure that she would like you with her. And the Rum Tum Tugger will be stopping by sometime. Apparently Munkustrap wanted someone to ask you kits some questions. He probably won't come until daybreak, at least." I nodded, despite not understanding most of what she meant, and walked back to the room that she said my sister was sleeping in. Sure enough, Ria was sleeping soundly on the bed. As I walked through the doorway, she leaned towards me and held her hand out to me. She was so innocent, and looked even more so in her sleep. She didn't deserve to see those horrors at all. I walked over to the bed she was in, laid down next to her, and enjoyed losing consciousness as she nuzzled her head against my chest.

"Get up. I want to ask you some questions," a voice said, poking me hard on the chest. Groggily, I opened my eyes to see a mostly black cat with a shaggy blond mane standing over me. I pulled away from Ria, careful not to wake her up, and climbed out of the bed.

"Yes? Do you mind if I ask a few questions in return?" I asked him.

"No, yet it depends on the question. I'll ask the first one. Who are you and what's your name?"

"That's two questions," I pointed out. The cat looked sharply at me, and skrewed up his eyes, as if he was thinking hard about what I just said.

"Fine. Two questions then. You'll get to ask two questions after you've answered mine," he said. I rolled my eyes. The cats here must not think I'm such a huge threat if they sent this numbskull to interrogate me.

"My name is Mistofelees, always known as Quaxo. I'm a magician," I told him. "My questions; who are you and where am I?"

"I'm the Rum Tum Tugger, mostly known as Tugger and you are in the Jellicle Junkyard, haven to Jellicle cats everywhere." Tugger made a flamboyant bow, as if he were inviting me to the Heavyside Layer himself. "My turn again." He made an evil grin, like he was going to enjoy this. "Why do you have two names, what do you mean by 'magician' and who's that pretty kitten? And you don't get to ask another question."

"Fine," I said with a grimace. "Mistofelees is my second name, and Quaxo is my first. The…family I stayed with refused to call me by Mistofelees and always called me Quaxo. I mean magician like one would say mystic. I've heard rumors that the Jellicle Junkyard was home to two cats with special powers. I guess it's like that. And that 'pretty kitten' is my sister. Victoria. Keep your grubby paws off of her or you'll be sorrier than if you stepped on the Great Cat's tail when she was asleep."

"'Kay, 'kay. I wasn't going to anyways," Tugger raised his hands, almost like in defeat and stepped away from me. "Last question. Where did you guys come from? Two cats that smell like Jellicles aren't just going to live as strays. You had to be running from somewhere. What was it? A bad owner?" I laughed softly. Bad owners were rare with Jellicles, yet not unheard of.

"I wish it was a bad owner," I said, shaking my head.

"Then what was it?"

"Promise you won't tell whoever's in charge?"

"I guess so…"

"I've lived my entire life with Macavity," I said quickly. Tugger jumped, surprised at the name, yet quickly started to stomp out of the room. I ran in front of him and blocked the doorway.

"The one time I do something not selfish, it turns out to be that the cat is an assassin. Wonderful," he muttered. "Get out of my way. I'm going to have Munk kill you."

"No! No, just hear me out. I've lived with Macavity, I'm even his son, yet I hate him. He beats me, rapes my mother and sister and forces me to do his dirty work. My mother died a week ago, Macavity left to go personally attend to something and I took my sister and we ran away. It nearly killed us both, yet we couldn't bear to stay there any longer. Don't tell anyone though," I was begging at this point. I didn't want to get turned in, especially leaving that wretched place so soon.

"Why are you always called Quaxo then? Macavity's a Jellicle—an awful one, yet one nonetheless—and he knows how being called by something other than your Jellicle name is degrading."

"Being called Quaxo locks my powers from me. I don't know how, or why, yet it just does. When I'm called Mistofelees, which is my true Jellicle name, I can use my powers as I wish. My father figured that out and forced me to be called Quaxo by everyone. My sister always called me Mistofelees though, when we were sure that we were alone. She allowed me to hone my powers."

"Oh. I might not know much about you and about magic, yet I do know that you can't use you powers here. The cats here will be able to realize that you're somehow related to Macavity soon enough if you do, and if that happens then you'll be skinned alive and roasted. I'll keep your secret, I promise, yet you should be called Quaxo, so that you can't even be tempted to use your powers. And also, does that glitter on your coat come off at all?" I looked down at my coat. I had forgotten, when I'm refered to as Mistofelees, then I have glitter on the end of my fur, giving me an even more magical-esque appearance. When I get called Quaxo, then I'm a drab black and white cat.

"It'll go away as I'm called Quaxo," I told him. Tugger nodded and then looked back at Ria.

"I'll have Munkustrap come here and get you sorted out. I'll leave you two for now," Tugger said. I nodded and let him pass through the door. I looked over towards Ria, and noticed that she had woken up.

"He's a good cat. He won't betray us," she said. I nodded; I trusted my sister's judgment.