Victoria awoke the next day to find herself in Mistoffelees den. It was a cave of junk that was located after the drainage pipe. She lay on a nest made from an old pillow stuffed into a box. Her face contorted in confusion, then gave to remembrance. She and Misto had a Mateship Ceremony. They were officially mates! They had danced, sang and spoken their vows. Mistoffelees had even made a small, cat sized wedding dress appear. She had worn it, for she just could not resist the beautiful silk gown. It was a night she would always remember. She smiled as she thought of all of the events of her ceremony. Many cats had come to watch as the ceremony unfolded. The thing she remembered the most was Misto's smile and his gentle words and promises.
"I will love you through thick and thin. Our love will have no end. I will cherish you as the creation the Everlasting Cat has made you. We are now one, no longer two..."
After they had finished at Old Deuteronomy's den, Mistoffelees carried her to his den. They had talked of many things and had apologized for leaving or hurting the other. Mistoffelees had also reminded her of his promise when they were small, something Victoria had long forgotten about.
Misto turned and sighed beside her, causing her to come back to reality. He stretched beside her, opening his eyes. When he caught her eye, he smiled. Her heart completely melted at his grin.
"Hello, my mate," he chuckled.
"Hello, my magical tom," she replied, kissing his nose.
He kissed her nose in return and caught her mouth in his. Victoria was pleasantly surprised at this, though she knew she should have expected it. The night before had been a very tender and loving night. As their tongues intertwined and she tasted electricity, Misto laced his fingers gently down her back. She swirled her fingers through his headfur, then trailed a paw down his cheek to his chest ruffles. Unable to control himself, electricity gently rippled over Mistoffelees. Victoria parted from him.
"Misto, it tickles," she giggled, reffering to his electricity.
"I can't help it," he grinned sheepishly.
Victoria lay on his chest, twisting her fingers through his ruffles. Misto sighed beside her once more, kissing her forehead. He could hardly believe they were mates already. A few days before he was unsure of her feelings for him. Now, he was completely assured she loved him. He looked to see her purring beside him, eyes closed. With a burst of sparks, a rose appeared in his paw and he laid it on her head. She opened an eye, taking the rose from her head and smacking him with it.
"Stop!" she giggled again.
"I just wanted to see what would happen," he whined, mocking innocence.
"Don't use your magic on me when I'm resting. Last night, it scared me nearly to death when I realized I was floating!" she said, closing her eye and nuzzling her head into his chest once more.
"Come on, you just woke up!" he groaned, nudging her face with his.
After some persistence on his part and a loss of patience on her's, she was awake. She quirked an eyebrow, wanting to know why he wanted her awake. He pounced on her, tickling her until she pushed him off of their nest. Once she realized he hit the floor, she peaked over the bed. She stifled her laughter at the sight of him sprawled on the ground, tail over face. He blew his tail from his mouth, trying to hide a smile.
"You did that on purpose!" he accused, sitting up.
"No. It was gravity, I assure you," she laughed lightly.
"Fine. So, what do we do today?" he asked, leaping onto the nest once more.
"Let's spend the day together," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Exactly what I was thinking," he said smiling, kissing her once more.
Through their kiss, they both smiled. Smiled from their happiness. Smiled from thankfulness. Smiled because they had found their soulmate the Everlasting Cat had given. And they were both sure they could feel the smile of the Everlasting Cat himself, seated on His throne in Heaviside.
Ta-dah! It is *kisses fingertips* Finnito! I can't believe I actually finished this in time! I guess all I can say is, The End.
