Lightning flashed and thunder roared as the rain pummled the black paved streets. The members of the Jellicle Tribe sought shelter among the wooden chests, empty hullks of cars, tipped trash cans, and cardboard boxes that lay strewn around the Junkyard. In the far back corner of the yard sat a truck that had arrived the night before. It was there that the younger generation of the tribe decided to brave the storm. They huddled closely together and nessled themselves between the many treasures and intreaging items the truck carried.
It was a strange sight indeed. A truck bed filled with furnature of all types and in the center of everything, the group of kittens, curled together so tightly that one could hardly tell one cat from another. Assuming that they could be distinguished as cats at all. At first glance they appeared to simply be a pile of fur coats haphazardlythrown on the dusty floor of the truck bed. Mistoffelees was barely visable himself.
The sleek coat of the mystical tom blended in perfect union with the blackness of the night. And each time the electricity of the storm flickered, misto's fur gleamed with un paralleled brightness. A sight so grand and amazing that many who witnessed it beleived that it was yet another of his magic tricks.
beside him, in odd contrast, lay the infamous and reputed Mungojerrie. He was a Tom of many colors indeed, decorated with an array of browns, whites and oranges, and as many tricks up his sleve as stipes on his sleek and nimble body. Mungo had not been in the tribe long but he and Misto had become fast friends. And Misto was often treated to supper at Mungo's spledid home in Victoria grove. In exchange, the cunning Mr. Mistoffelees would teach Mungo a magic trick or two to aid the young crook in his already superb cat burgularing skills.
the two lay head to head and their bodies curlread around in a somewhat mis-shapen circle. Thus they slumbered, their ears twitching lightly, tickling the other's. In the center of the toms lay Mungojerrie's younger sister, and partner in crime, Rumpleteazer.
Teazer, though still very much a kitten, was quite independant. Until it came to her brother. The sibilings were what their pets called "Siamese twins" for they theyed exactly alike and were virtually unseperable. Unless the need for a divide and conquor tactic was necessary in one of their smash and grabs.
She lay there, between her brother and their friend. her head right below their noses. The soft, warm, rythmic breathing melting away any uneasynes she may have felt during the storm.
To the left and right of the threesome lay Alonzo and Munkustrap, respectavely. The two were among the eldest of the younger group, and therefor felt that they needed to protect the tribe, the kittens especially.
Munkustrap, or Kus-kus as the youth affectionately called him, rested beside Misto, while Alonzo, nicknamed Lonzy, was next to Mungo.
It was a strange sight indeed. A truck bed filled with furnature of all types and in the center of everything, the group of kittens, curled together so tightly that one could hardly tell one cat from another. Assuming that they could be distinguished as cats at all. At first glance they appeared to simply be a pile of fur coats haphazardlythrown on the dusty floor of the truck bed. Mistoffelees was barely visable himself.
The sleek coat of the mystical tom blended in perfect union with the blackness of the night. And each time the electricity of the storm flickered, misto's fur gleamed with un paralleled brightness. A sight so grand and amazing that many who witnessed it beleived that it was yet another of his magic tricks.
beside him, in odd contrast, lay the infamous and reputed Mungojerrie. He was a Tom of many colors indeed, decorated with an array of browns, whites and oranges, and as many tricks up his sleve as stipes on his sleek and nimble body. Mungo had not been in the tribe long but he and Misto had become fast friends. And Misto was often treated to supper at Mungo's spledid home in Victoria grove. In exchange, the cunning Mr. Mistoffelees would teach Mungo a magic trick or two to aid the young crook in his already superb cat burgularing skills.
the two lay head to head and their bodies curlread around in a somewhat mis-shapen circle. Thus they slumbered, their ears twitching lightly, tickling the other's. In the center of the toms lay Mungojerrie's younger sister, and partner in crime, Rumpleteazer.
Teazer, though still very much a kitten, was quite independant. Until it came to her brother. The sibilings were what their pets called "Siamese twins" for they theyed exactly alike and were virtually unseperable. Unless the need for a divide and conquor tactic was necessary in one of their smash and grabs.
She lay there, between her brother and their friend. her head right below their noses. The soft, warm, rythmic breathing melting away any uneasynes she may have felt during the storm.
To the left and right of the threesome lay Alonzo and Munkustrap, respectavely. The two were among the eldest of the younger group, and therefor felt that they needed to protect the tribe, the kittens especially.
Munkustrap, or Kus-kus as the youth affectionately called him, rested beside Misto, while Alonzo, nicknamed Lonzy, was next to Mungo.