Again, Cat Black, Shes My Honey

All She Wants To Do Is Spend My Money

Shes A Real Gone Chick and I Love Her So

Knocks Me Out When She Does The Rock 'N' Roll

Sillabub had quickly become a staple to the Junkyard. Everyone loved the tiny kit, and if anyone hurt her, there would be at least ten other cats there to defend her within a second.

Her mother was still very protective of her, but occasionally let her off the close leash to go and hang around with some of the older cats that the golden queen trusted.

Now, who would this sweet kitten want to go to to hang out? Why, none other than the Junkyard dequelents, self proclaimed Cool Cats, with fanclubs and amazing outfits and human homes. Syllabub followed Bombalurina and The Rum Tum Tugger around with a child-like fascination and admiration.

Before actually approaching them, she would sit from a distance, coping their moves and fixing up her hair in an attempt to look up to the young adult cats.

Finally, Demeter herself had approached the two friends one day. The golden Queen had become close to Bombalurina, but not as much Tugger, and her kitten had still not spoken to them yet, shy with admiration.

Demeter had explained to the two that Sillabub greatly admired them, and was copying their every move, good and bad. The young mother did not want her daughter to do that!

Afterwards, the flamboyant pair had gone out of their ways to find the kit, bring her with them, and make sure that everything they did was age-appropriate. At some point over the past few days, Tugger had even acquired a coller with large spikes on it. It was slightly adjustable, but the spikes were long. Tugger claimed they wernt dangerous, and that the kitten would be safe, but Demeter still made her kit take it off once they returned to the nursery. She would sadly slip it over her head every night, and lay it gently in a corner before curling up with her mother.

At first, when Munkustrap had noticed the innocent kitten pal-ing around with Tugger, he had been concerned, knowing how protective Demeter could be. But she had reassured him that Bombalurina was always there(which didn't reassure the tabby at all, he knew that Bombalurina and Tugger got in a lot of trouble together), and she apparently trusted the pair around her kitten, so he didn't intervene.

Today, Munkustrap gently padded around Victoria and a few others as they danced peacefully, smiling a bit. Victoria was a wonderful dancer, and she loved to show it. Her love for dance was infectious, as she was not only a good teacher, but an overall pleasant cat to be around.

Her soft music faded into the background as he walked further away from her little dancing expedition.

Munkustrap continued walking. The only sounds around him were the sounds of nature; birds chirped, branches rattled, and a loud scream pierced through the air.

Wait.

His paws pounded through the bushes, many thorns getting stuck in his thick fur, but the tabby could care less at the moment. He paused for a second as the scream stopped, but then it started again, and he turned towards where it seemed the sound was now coming from.

However, once again, it stopped very suddenly and started up again in the opposite direction. Munkustrap turned, confused and concerned, starting to pad off in that area. Just as before, it stopped almost as soon as he had started moving and started up again in the opposite direction.

This time, the gray cat stood still, only moving his ears to try and tell what was happening.

As the screaming stopped all together, Munkustrap heard a different noise filtering through; giggling.

With a sigh, the tired cat sat down.

"Hello? I do not know your names. Who is there?" He meows loudly.

The giggling grew.

It was coming from two different directions, just like the screaming had been. And, while the screaming had been loud and obnoxious, the giggling was quieter, making it easier to tell how far away it was.

It was close, and high up in the trees.

With careful eyes and silent paws, Munkustrap took a light step to the right, searching the above area to see what could be spotted.

Sure enough, gripping tightly onto a thin branch, sat a familiar looking calico cat. The cat's tail lashed back and forth as the laughing increased, and suddenly, from behind Munkustrap, there was a crash.

He whipped around, and was greeted by another familiar calico cat, this time sprawled in a pile of leaves. This cat sat here, shocked, looking at his paws with a mix of emotions, including but not limited to what seemed to be confusion, anger, and betrayal.

The laughing from up the tree simply increased, and the cat on the ground sighed.

"Aw, Teazer, just get down here already! You're embarrassing me!" Shouted the calico.

"But Jerrie," Whined the one from up the tree, "It's so funny! You shoulda seen your face when you hit the ground!"

However, despite the protests from the cat up the tree, they started to climb down.

Now with them closer to each other, and not running away like they had been when they had crashed into Tumblebrutus and Alonzo's den, Munkustrap could observe them better.

Both were calicos, obviously, and nearly identical, down to the shit-eating grins on their faces. Their fur patterns were of the same colors, and their ears seemed to tilt towards different sounds of the forest in unison.

"So, Mister Gov'na, how can we help you today, sir?" Asked one. Maybe the one on the right, that had fallen out of the tree.

"Yeah," Said what he thought might be the other cat. "You're lookin' at us all funny! Are you angry at us, sir?"

Their accents were identical as well; words stumbled out of their mouths, jumbling together to form words that couldn't have been real but still made sense when they said it. It was fitting. If some other cat spoke like that, Munkustrap would have had no idea what they were saying.

Munkustrap tilted his head.

"Well, maybe you two kittens can help me out here by telling me what your names are," He said, pushing just enough authority into his voice.

Apparently, this had been a mistake, for his statement had simply brought out giggles.

"Kittens!" Gasped one of them.

"Listen, we know that you're graying and old," The other added, "But we are definitely not kittens!"

Munkustrap threw out his paws, exasperated.

"Fine! At least tell me who you are and where you come from, then!"

"Oh, that's simple!" One shouted, excited.

"Im Mungojerrie," Said the other, "That there is Rumpleteazer!"

Without warning, Mungojerrie was pushed out of the way slightly.

"Also!" Shouted Rumpleteazer as she wrestled her way closer to Munkustrap, " I'm older than him !"

Munkustrap nodded, his mouth drawn in a thin line.

"I'm sure you are, kid." He said with a sigh. "I guess I'll ask you, since you're older, but where did you two come from? Why are you here?"

"Well, Gov'na," Said the one named Mungojerrie, finally able to push his twin out of the way. "When two cats love each other very much-"

" No!"

Getting the two cats to come back to the actual Junkyard, and not stay out in the surrounding trees, had been relatively simple. All he had to do was offer them food, actually, and they had bolted ahead of him, only stopping to wait for him to get close enough to shout which direction they needed to go in.

Getting them to stay in the Junkyard was not as simple.

On the first night there, Munkustrap had asked Jennyanydots and Jellylorum if the twins could stay in the Nursery, just for that night.

They had been gone by morning, found at the base of a tree on the outskirts of the Junkyard before anyone in the nursery had been able to wake up.

Every morning after that, Munkustrap would find the twins in a different place, never the same place twice, and always far away from where they had started the night before.

While it was unfortunate that he was unable to reign them into a den, it was fortunate that the other cats in the Junkyard actually enjoyed the twins' chaotic company.

Victoria attempted to teach Rumpleteazer to dance. The Rum Tum Tugger had taught them how to get through the sewage bars. Electra had shown Mungojerrie how the trashy record player worked. Alonzo had scolded everyone multiple times.

Demeter had somehow managed to be avoided by the two entirely. When Munkustrap had asked what she thought of the twins, during one of their afternoon walks, she had shrugged.

"I haven't really talked to them," She informed him. "The most I saw was when you showed up once with them, and asked Jenny and Jelly if they could sleep in the Nursery. I was in the corner, and it was dark, and I didnt see them that well, and I don't think they saw me."

The gray cat might not know Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer well, but he did seem to understand that that was not how the two usually acted. They had spoken to everyone else in the Junkyard at least once.

On the topic of speaking to everyone once, they still refused to tell Munkustrap where they were from.

Victoria once stated that Rumpleteazer claimed she had not been allowed music in her old home. The Rum Tum Tugger said they had only been allowed out at certain hours, and if they didnt come back within a certain amount of time, they would be in trouble. Electra had said that Mungojerrie was so amazed by the record player, she wouldn't be surprised if he had never been inside a human house before. Alonzo said the two always shook when he got loud when he was angry at them for ruining something.

So, Munkustrap decided not to bother them on the topic. Just like Demeter and Sillabub, the two had come here and expected to be safe, so he would let them be safe here.

Of course, as soon as something big happens in the Junkyard, Quaxo just has to show up.

This time, Munkustrap ran straight into him while he was trying to enter his own den for the night. Alonzo had finally taken a patrol, so the tired gray cat could get some sleep. As he was entering, Quaxo walked out, and was knocked over by the taller cat.

It took a second for Munkustrap to come to the realization that he had knocked someone over. He hadn't gotten much sleep in the past few days, and had just stood there for a full minute, staring at the tom-cat as he sprawled on the floor before realizing what had happened.

" Oh, everlasting- Quaxo! I'm sorry, I did not notice you there!" He said, sticking out a paw to help the other stand up.

Quaxo shrugged. "It's fine. I just wanted to let you know that I'm back at the Junkyard."

"What's it for this time?" Munkustrap questioned, rubbing his head. "Just checking on things again?"

The tuxedo tom shrugged.

"Mostly. I also just miss everyone."

"Completely understandable," Munkustrap replied with a smile. "The Jellicles are your family, no matter how long you're away for."

Quaxo looked around for a second, then turned back to the older tom.

"How are those twins doing? The new ones?" Then, as if rushing to continue, he added, "Tugger told me about them when I first dropped it. Said they cause trouble; hopefully not too much."

Munkustrap smiled, warily.

"Well, tell Tugger that they cause just about as much trouble as he did when he was a kit. Those two are never in the same place twice in one day, I have no idea how they manage it."

"Do you know anything about them?"

"Not really. Their names are Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, I can barely tell them apart, and Rumpleteazer claims to be older, but that's all they have told me."

Quaxo nodded slowly, and turned to leave before suddenly turning back.

"I was hoping to talk to them tomorrow. Where would I be able to find them in the morning?" He asked.

Munkustrap's laugh was louder this time.

"That's a question that I do not have the answer to, kit!" He said, before dropping the smile and going quiet. "They seem to have gotten close to some of the younger cats, so I would suggest asking them. You know, Electra and the lot. Maybe even ask Tugger, after he has gotten his beauty sleep, of course. On the topic of sleep, the nursery has cleared out a little bit, if you need to rest in there."

"It's fine, Munkustrap," Quaxo replied. "I will ask in the morning, once everyone, including you, has gotten a good night's rest. Tugger won't mind me sleeping in his den, I don't want to disturb Jenny and Jelly and their lot."

With final nods to each other, both toms went their separate ways, ready to get some rest.

i live bithc!

also clarification on mistos name bcuz i feel like i might b confusing some; tugger knows that mistos magic is much more powerful than the other cats suspect, and that his second name is mr mistoffelees. misto told him that he could tell others if he wants, so he just always calls him mistoffelees but he never actually mentioned that mistoffelees is the others second name because hes just Like That. so munkustrap and most of the others in the junkyard keep calling him quaxo, and tugger keeps calling him mistoffelees, and no one knows why. just a funny little thing i have. i also think thats why tugger jumps in to sing mistos song; he knows his second/stage name and wants to call him mistoffelees for Magical Purposes!

thanks for all the comments love u allllll

i tried writing for another fandom the other day and i just have no motification and then i went here and wrote over 2thousand words so that should tell you something lol