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It was time to spy on the Jellicles. Misto crept out of the warehouse at dawn, trying to not wake the other henchcats. Macavity, though, was up and wandering around. He gave a slight nod towards Misto as he walked past. He didn't have the folder with him since he memorized everyone's name. He ran outside and ran towards the junkyard that Macavity had given him directions to.
He finally arrived deep into the junkyard and scrambled up the tall junkyard piles. He peered over the edge to see that no one was up and walking around yet. A flash of silver moved in the corner of his eye and he shrunk back. The black and silver striped Tabby was out patroling the junkyard.
"That must be Munkstrap," Misto thought to himself. He waited a few more minutes and cats became stumbling out of their dens. He watched as Munkustrap walked over to a black and gold queen and gave her a quick peck on the lips. A tiny black and gold kitten with a hint of red bounced out of the house and into Munkustrap's arms. "So the older queen is Demeter and the kitten is Jemima."
He jumped when a squeal echoed through the junkyard. He looked to see a white kitten with tiny gold and black stripes jumping around a Maine Coon with a well-groomed mane swaggering out of his den. He wore a shiny belt and leather gloves on his front paws. He looked to be about Misto's age. Munkustrap was trying to hush the loud kitten.
"That's...Everlasting Cat, what was his name?" Misto searched his brain for the name. "Oh right. That's Rum Tum Tugger, and that's Etcetera."
Misto hadn't noticed an energetic kitten bouncing around near him. Apparently, the kitten hadn't noticed him, either. The kitten crashed into Misto and they both fell down.
"STRANGER DANGER!" The kitten cried, and ran away.
"Everlasting Cat..." Misto muttered. Munkustrap came to investigate the intruder. Misto was rubbing his nose and peered up to see Munkustrap glaring down at him. He picked up Misto by the scruff of his neck and dragged him over to a tire where an old fat cat lounged.
"Old Deuteronomy, it seems we have an intruder," Munkustrap announced. By then, most of the cats had crowded around to see what was going on. Misto noticed the kitten hiding behind his mother. He noticed the young Maine Coon standing in the middle, smirking. A red queen was attached at his side. He scrunched up his nose and turned back to Old Deuteronomy.
"I...I..." Misto hurriedly thought of a story of why he was spying. "Well, my mother died a while ago, and she told me about the junkyard Jellicles. I was wondering if I could be a part of your tribe?" There. Hopefully the leader believed his story. Munkustrap tightened his grip on Misto.
"Munkustrap, stop being so hard. He's a young tom." Old Deuteronomy smiled. "Of course you may. I will leave you to meet everyone and find yourself a den. If you have any questions or problems, feel free to find myself of Munkustrap." Munkustrap released his hold.
Misto bowed. "Thank you sir." Old Deuteronomy went back to his lounging and talking with an elderly cat who Misto recognized from plays-Gus the Theater Cat. Cats began to come up to him and introduce themselves.
"Hiya!" Misto turned to see the kitten who had crashed into him. "I'm Pouncival. What's your name?"
"Mistoffelees, but you can call me Misto."
"Ok!" The kitten bounced off. Misto smiled to himself. The Jellicles had bought his story, but how long will it last? As he sat on the TSE-1 car, he thought about the horrible stories that Macavity had told him about the Jellicles. They didn't seem at all like Macavity had described. A little while later the kittens asked Misto to join their game of hide and seek.
"This will be too easy," Misto thought as he searched for Victoria, a snow white queen. "All I have to do is make them think I'm one of them and find their weak spots. Macavity's gonna love this!"
"Hey Tux." Misto turned to see Rum Tum Tugger swaggering over to him.
"Tux?"
The young Maine Coon stopped walking. "Well, yeah. It's short for 'tuxedo', like your fur pattern."
"I guess Tux works. But you can also call me Misto."
Tugger nodded. "Everybody calls me Tugger. So, how's your den coming along?" Misto smacked his forehead. A den! He had totally forgotten! Tugger laughed. "Come on, then. Let's go find you one."
They started to walk through the junkyard. The kittens stared at them with their tiny mouths wide open, jealous that the newcomer had the Rum Tum Tugger's attention. Once in a while Tugger or Misto would point out a possible den, but the other either shrugged or shook his head. Tugger started talking about the fun things that they did, like the Jellicle Ball. Even Misto admitted that the ball sounded fun.
Tugger had asked about Misto's life, but he said he didn't have much to say. Misto asked about Tugger's life, which was actually pretty interesting. They started to end their search, but that was when Misto tripped over something. Tugger hadn't noticed Misto tripped because he was busy giving a wink to Bombalurina. He turned to see if Misto was still behind him, but found him sitting on the ground, rubbing his nose.
Misto walked over to the black pipe that had tripped him and peered inside. He glanced at Tugger who motioned for him to check it out. Misto hesitantly walked through the pipe, and entered a large empty room. Tugger entered the empty room a few seconds later.
"Wow!" Misto glanced around. "Does anyone live here?"
"Nope."
"I think I found my den," Misto said happily.
A few hours later Misto had made his new den more homey. He was using his magic freely and moving the furniture around. He was just finishing stringing lights up.
"Misto?!"
Misto whipped around to see Tugger had crawled in. His mouth was open and his eyes were wide. He had seen Misto using his magic.
"Tugger?"
"Y-You're a conjurer?"
Misto bit his lip. "Yes..."
"You know, my brother is also a conjurer."
"Munkustrap?"
"No, I have another brother. You might have heard of him: Macavity." Misto stopped his breathing for a fraction. Tugger was Macavity's brother, too?! Macavity had never mentioned Tugger before.
"Oh, yeah, of course I've heard of him. Listen, Tugger, can you please not say anything about my magic?"
"Sure." Tugger turned to leave, but stopped and looked back at his magical friend. "Hey, do you have a best friend?" Misto shook his head. "Well, I'll be your best friend."
"Really?"
The young Maine Coon smiled. "Yep."
The tuxedo smiled as well. "Ok!" He now had his first real friend. Sure he was good friends with Jerrie, Teazer, and Simz, but Tugger would now and forever be his BEST friend.
