this is where most things get angsty and fluffy as well as just strange. i can sense the end and i can probably guess that you are thinkin' that this thing is spineless and plotless...review on moi chapter because i love you! disclaimer; i am awesome.
Meanwhile, back at the junkyard, Munkustrap was pulling out all of his fur. Without Mistoffelees and five other cats, he now had to do a whole lot more than he planned, and without Mistoffelees' magic it was going to be harder. Sure, he had Corpricat and Tantomile, but they just didn't show up all the time.
Jennyanydots got some of the kittens to work on getting the feast prepared that they held before the ball, and afterwards sometimes. Munkustrap was also scrubbing all the junk as clean as possible, as he wanted his father to be most impressed when he dropped in to see how the ball was going. Hopefully, Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer would be back very soon with those Christmas lights he had requested.
"Munkustra'! we got the Christmas lights! We jus' had to choose which' colour we wanted to grace the junkyard." Rumpleteazer yelled from the border of the junkyard. The date was coming up closer and closer and soon if Mistoffelees didn't get back, he would have to bring in the jellicle ball himself. Munkustrap had planned to have Mistoffelees and Victoria bring in the jellicle ball after the recital of the ancient song 'the naming of cats'. If they didn't come, he would get Tugger and Bomba to do it, or himself and Munkustrap.
"That's great. Now, would you care to tell me what colour you got, and if there are more at the place in which you stole that? On second thought, could you tell me where Mungojerrie is?" Rumpleteazer looked at him funny for a second before slightly laughing and telling her tale.
"Mungojerrie was hungry on the way, and so he stopped in the alleyway behind some fast food gas station to pick something out of the garbage, or steal out of the store. Since we were on official business, we decided to pick out of the garbage, as those humans like to leave leftovers. So as we were doing that, Mungo ate something that he really shouldn't have and whatever it was, it stinks. So right now he is off at Macavity's, stinking up his lair as a service to you." Munkustrap laughed the first real laugh he had gotten in a while. Nothing made him laugh more than those two hysterical siblings, or were they mates? He never would know. Instead of bickering and such, he shut up and started putting up the lights with the help of a couple other older toms and queens.
Meanwhile, off on the isle of Berk, Mistoffelees and Victoria were sitting on the top of a cliff face, admiring the sunrise from that point. It was beautiful, painting the skies different shades of orange and pink. It reminded them of home and what they used to watch after dancing all night long during the ball.
"Misto, I think I might miss it here once we fix Snotlout's problem. It is so pretty, and the people are so nice."
"I think I might agree with you on that. Are you the only one who strongly desires to start practicing our part of the bringing in of the jellicle ball?" Victoria nodded, and soon the dynamic duo was dancing their respective parts, and Mistoffelees was singing in his dreamy voice. Or so Victoria thought.
As they danced the morning in, they also suffered from lack of sleep and so they kept bumping into each other. There was something entertaining about it, as they started laughing at each other each time it happened. Soon, they were tired like most people would be after suffering from a lack of sleep, dancing, and goofing off like a pair of buffoons.
"Tumble told me that you are going to perform the mating dance with Plato, is that true?" Mistoffelees asked, hoping that it wasn't deep down inside.
"It is true. If you only got to know Plato like I did though! He was so nice when I was all alone, and we danced all night long sometimes, and we pranked Tugger…" Victoria's reminiscing was soon faded into the background as Mistoffelees' heart broke. He had to think of some excuse so that he could go and cry.
"I will be back; I just have to go potty." He said in a rush, as he ran off in the direction of Astrid's hut. Maybe she could help, as she was a girl too.
Mistoffelees was trembling with the terrors of heartbreak, as he did really love her and he knew that there was no way to redo a mating dance, unless you only did it for convenience of Munkustrap. But this didn't sound like that. This sounded rather serious, as she sounded so in love with the idea. Maybe loving her was a bad idea. Maybe just craving her attention was something that was going to kill him. He really did love her; just did she love him back?
Hopefully Astrid had the answers. She was probably awake, wondering where they cats had gone, and sharpening her axe for the hunt for were Snotlout was hiding. There was something about him that made her want to kill him. If Mistoffelees could fix his stupid problem, he would be able to go home and be a mope, or maybe send his friends back and stay and be the official magical cat of the tribe. Something.
For all he knew though, Victoria didn't love him as much as he loved her. Maybe the Everlasting Cat didn't want them together. They seemed to be a match made in heaven, as most cats would tell you, but it seemed different when they were together. Plato and Victoria were doing things that Mistoffelees and Victoria used to do together. What happened to keeping things sacred?
As if he was part of Mistoffelees, the Rum Tum Tugger sensed this distress though they were far apart and he was busy making out with Bombalurina. He stopped kissing her and sat up. There was something different about his personality, as if part of it had died.
"What's wrong, Tug?" Bomba asked, wanting to know why she was on the verge of losing the deal she made with Bombalurina.
"Mistoffelees is sad. I just know it. A part of me is all sad, and feels like crying, but the other wants me to resume kissing you again."
"I didn't know that you were so emotional. If I knew that, I would have brought balloons for your child." Tugger glanced at her with a very unimpressed expression.
"I didn't mean to ruin our moment of happiness; just I do care about my best friend in the world. Think about what he has had to sit through when we started to share a den. He has had to sleep during one of my notorious parties, the one when the jellicle moon was Munkustrap's birthday." Bomba laughed at that memory, remembering how wasted Munkustrap had let himself get, and how high on catnip Tugger was. During the middle of the ball, when Old D. dropped in, Munkustrap had tried to kiss him, and Tugger was avidly talking to Admetus about something. She just didn't want to know what.
"True. Hey, Tugger, I have some news I have to tell you. Something that I just remembered that I had to tell you."
"What would that be?" He asked. He hoped inside that she wasn't pregnant with their love child.
"Well, it's actually a question. Will you be my mate?" Tugger looked at her funny for a second, while registering what she had asked him.
"Isn't that the question I am supposed to ask you? Well, anyways. Yes, I will be your mate, but you have to tell Munkustrap. And find Mistoffelees a new den."
"But we all three can share. We can treat him like our little kitten, and pretend to raise him from birth." Bomba laughed lightly, before she lay on the bed, loudly proclaimed that she was going to sleep, and then Tugger pounced on her. This was going to be a long night, for both Tugger and Mistoffelees. Right before they fell asleep though, he hoped that his little bud Misto was going to be okay.