Hey everyone! So the drabble this week goes out to HumanGuineapig who requested a drabble about Cori and fitting in. Now I' not sure if that means him struggling to fit in or Cori is fitting in but if there's any problems with it or it wasn't what you had in mind then by all means send another request :) Also the rules have been updated so check those out!

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What is a Jellicle cat?

A rather silly question as the answer is rather quite plain, though explaining it would be a day-long chore no respectable cat of any creed would think to engage in. But if one cared enough to look closely they would find no uniformity to the Jellicles: there's nothing that connects one to the other aside from the title of a Jellicle cat. Not colour nor lineage, not skill or trade. There is no connection at all.

So then that brings us back to what exactly is a Jellicle cat?

"… Are you lost in that big ol' head of yours again?" Coricopat emerged from the daze of thought to a soft rap on the noggin. He had been blankly staring at the small group of cats dancing in the corner; a skill he himself did not possess, though a lot of Jellicles did. But not all. "If it's about the chicken or egg thing—"

"It's not the riddle," he groaned, rubbing the dry from his eyes. "I'm just… thinking."

"About your name?"

"About a name." He inspected the dancing group more closely. Victoria, Mistoffelees, Tumblebrutus. They could leap into the heavens and twirl like florets in a warm spring breeze… and yet hardly any of them sang without the safety of a harmonized chorus. Even then he knew Tumblebrutus would mouth the words and Mistoffelees might hum a line or two. "Tantomile, am I a good Jellicle Cat?"

"How do you mean? Of course you're a good Jellicle. I've never seen someone fail at being one, if that's what you're worried about." She chuckled as she nipped at his ear playfully, but he was in no joking mood.

"What do Jellicles do?"

Tantomile sighed. "Well… they sing—"

"I don't sing."

"They dance—"

"I'm not much of a dancer."

"Jellicle cats tend to sleep the day away."

"Right. But all cats do that. I want to know what Jellicle cats do… and what I do that makes me one."

He set the dancers aside and inspected the rest of the cats. Bombalurina, Tugger, Demeter, and Jemima. They sang beautifully. Plato, Asparagus, and Alonzo were all very brave and made excellent fighters… Munkustrap happened to be both. Coricopat wasn't at all like Munkustrap, and he couldn't dance in Victoria's shadow.

"I'm just…"

Jenny, Jelly, Electra, Admetus were great with teaching and using their paws to build and create. Rumpleteazer, Mungojerrie, and Asparagus were resourceful and brought in a lot of supplies from the city.

And then there was Coricopat. He read a lot and kept his distance. Instead of dancing he meditated and communed with the wind and the stars; when he should be learning his scales he thought of the great philosophers from his texts and kept up with the human politics. "…Not like the others."

Even his sister, his twin and equal, was more Jellicle than he.

"Well of course not! Jellicles aren't meant to be the same. We wouldn't have much to celebrate at the Ball if that were the case."

"No… we wouldn't. It would be rather boring, I suppose."

"Could you imagine? A tribe of Tuggers, or Rumpleteazers? A dozen of Mistoffelees running amok and burning everything; I don't even want to imagine what thirty-some-odd Jennyanydotses would look like."

"How about a couple dozen Etceteras?"

"Bastet help us."

"I wonder how we'd—"

"Coricopat?"

It was Munkustrap, Skimbleshanks, and a handful of the tribe's stronger and more constructive cats. "Last week you had mentioned something about cleaning water from the lake; you mentioned something about a way to filter it…?"

"Oh, you mean using a still?"

"Yes, that's it! Did you have a moment to spare, we were hoping to try and make one for the springtime runoff."

Breathing in the late-winter breeze, he flattened the fur on his head and got back to work. If anything Jellicles did work hard."Of course. I'll need to grab my book for the finer details, but I can meet you at Deuteronomy's den in a half hour."