Mistoffelees had always been a good young Jellicle, washing behind his ears and drying between his toes as the kind older Jennyanydots and Jellylorum had always told him to. He was even black and white, the prime Jellicle colors (as told by Alonzo, that is) and he never cat-called a Queen as if she were an item instead of a perfectly respectable cat. Still, he couldn't help but expect Plato as the older Tom marched up to him and grabbed him by the scruff.
"P-Plato, I...I did something?" Mistoffelees, being a more mature kit than the rest, wanted to get to the point, which he knew to be Victoria.
"Yes!" he hissed, but he quickly thought about it and shook his head. "No! I mean...ugh!" He released the little tuxedo cat and looked him over; Mistoffelees, tiny in size and aggression, was no threat to anyone, let alone the relationship Plato shared with Victoria. "I'm just...tired of all of those stupid rumors. It's...it's not your fault, I just want people to know...I want them to know that Victoria's...Victoria's..."
"...Going to be mated to you?" Mistoffelees finished for him with a smile, his pale blue eyes sincere and understanding. "I'm so sorry, Plato, I really am. Tori's been having a bit of a fit about this herself, but she doesn't know how to talk to you, y'know? She's scared of you getting angry with her." He chuckled. "...Better me than her, honestly."
Plato felt slightly embarrassed at the younger Tom's insight and logic and for a slight moment he felt jealous, almost threatened, though he knew without a doubt that Victoria would be loyal to the end. He did not very much enjoy feeling as he did and hoped that Mistoffelees would be so kind as to not catch on.
"Please forgive me, friend, I've acted harshly."
Plato backed away, his nerves calmer than before. Mistoffelees let out a sigh of relief; he had always liked how logical Plato was and found him to be a good match for Victoria.
"Listen, I'm really sorry about all of these rumors."
Plato shook his head down at the black and white kit. "No, no, it isn't your fault. Though, I do wonder who could have fed such insupportable lies..."
He glared around with his hazel eyes as if the perpetrator would appear out of a tin can to take the blame then felt foolish for thinking any one cat had intentionally planted such rumors on purpose. Still, it hurt Plato more than Victoria or Mistoffelees put together; after his more romantic times with Victoria, he was often scorned by the other Jellicles for 'interfering' with her and Mistoffelees and many thought him to be the scheming one, assuming that he forced the little white Queen to endure his affection against her will.