So, I'm gonna make the cats wear clothes, because I love putting together outfits for my characters, and since these or Jellicles, their outfits can be funner! So here's step 2 :)

Tumblebrutus

"I think a dark green color would look good, one like my eyes," I said.

"I think you look best naked."

I smirked up at the snarky tom. He didn't want to go to Prom with me, but he was pretty much wipped. So he'd do anything for me, even though I never asked anything of him, only to be with me forever. I didn't even ask him to Prom.

"So...are you going to Prom?" he asked me.

"I don't know," I told him truthfully.

"Do you?"

"I think it'd be fun, but I wouldn't want to go with anyone other than you, and you don't want to go."

He stared off, and I loved it whenever he stared off, even when I was telling him about my day. He always looked so far away, and then he'd look at me and return, which made me glad he came back to me. He was so intelligent and articulate, it makes me wonder all the time what he's thinking about. "Well, I'll go - for you."

I smiled. "You don't have to," but I knew he'd insist.

"Please, let me take you. Will you go to Prom with me Tumblebrutus?"

"Of course I will dear," I said and kissed him, breaking the kiss with my laugh once he threw me onto the bed.

And so now we were shopping for tuxes. Tugger recommended his friend Diva, who was a real diva, but she was fabulous.

"What're you going to wear?" I asked him.

"All black," he said.

I cocked a brow.

"If that's fine with you."

I smiled. "Of course it it. Your accessories can be matching with mine, though."

"We can contrast you two!" cheered Diva, entering the room with an emerald green tux. "You Tumbles, can wear a green tux with a black tie and black accessories and then you can wear a black tux with a black tie and green accessories! I'll go get you one." The queen ran into the other room eagerly.

The older tom sighed. He hated shopping, and yet he took me shopping all the time. He's so wonderful.

I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head against his chest. "I'm surprised I don't need a band-aid."

"Why would you need a band-aid?" he asked concerned.

"Because I fell so hard for you."

He laughed and kissed me lightly, placing his hands against my cheeks delicately, treating me like I was the most important and most fragile thing in the world. The best part was that he treated me like that all the time, like I was a little glass figurine worth a millions dollars. "I'm surprised you don't need a band-aid, too. It must hurt falling from the Heavyside."

I giggled. "That was a bit corny."

"Are you Jewish? Cause you Israeli hot."

I laughed louder as he nibbled my ear.

"Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm using my hand, but I'm thinking of you."

I collapsed farther into his arms, not able to control my laughter. "You're so silly!"

"Yes, and you're so marvelous. I'm marveled by your marvelling marvels."

I kissed him deeply but let go once Diva entered. She handed us tuxes and then shoved us into two different dressing rooms. I put on the tux and he took longer getting his on. I came out and looked at myself in the mirror, really liking the green tux that rested against my body modestly, giving me a sophisticated and yet naive look.

"What do you think?"

I turned to see my gorgeous boyfriend in an all black tux with green cufflinks, a green tie, and other green attributes.

I smiled. "You look perfect."

"So do you," he told me, looking deeply into my eyes with his deeply sunken eyes.

"So is that a yes?" Diva asked. "You want me to wrap them up?"

"Yes," I said gratefully. We changed, he paid, and then he walked me home.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he whispered, holding me tenaciously. He always hated saying goodbye. He was afraid he'd never hold me again, but he was irrational at times. He kissed me severely, me gladly returning his passion. He always kissed me like this before we departed, hoping I'd surrender to him and he'd take me back to his place where I'd stay the night after staying up late and doing some private and intimate things in his bed.

"Goodbye," I said, not giving over to him, smiling sweetly.

He sighed and smirked at me. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I told him and entered my den, the taste of his sweet lips still upon mine. It was one thing I always loved going to sleep with, other than him, but at least his scent still lingered. I can only imagine how Prom will go. Hopefully for the best.

Hm, who on earth is Tumbles going with? I gave like one or two clues, so I don't know if your guesses will be right! Who even says it's someone from the original play? It might be a made up character!

Review please :)