Chapter 3
Jemima ran as fast as she could towards Mistoffelees' house. She had heard Victoria's scream, and knew that the only one that could help her was Misto.
"Misto! Misto! Come quick!" Jemima yelled as she scratched the wooden door. A few seconds later, the door opened.
"Jeez Jemima! Keep it down will you? Do you want to wake up the whole neighborhood?" Misto growled.
"Sorry Mistoffelees," Jemima apologized, lowering her voice, "but it's an emergency! You have to get to the junkyard!"
"Huh? Why?"
"It's Victoria! She's in trouble! You have to save her!"
"NOOO! Victoria!" Mistoffelees took off like a bolt of lightning towards the junkyard.
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"So, will you be my mate?" the tom hissed into Victoria's ear.
"NO! I told you already Plato, I don't like you! I never have! I fell for you for a moment in the Jellicle Ball, but I had no choice!" Victoria seethed.
"No choice?" Plato laughed. "You had a choice, and I give it to you now: You can either be my mate, or you can die. It's just like you said: 'I wouldn't leave Mistoffelees if my life depended on it'."
"You're sick, Plato!" Victoria spat in his face.
"Now you've made me mad!" Plato started advancing on her.
"Plato…what are you doing? HELP!!!!" Suddenly a lightning bolt flew through the air and struck Plato in the face, singing his fur.
"Hey! Why don't you pick on some one your own size?" Victoria's ears perked up: she knew that voice! She turned her head and saw Mistoffelees standing there, magic sizzling at his fingertips.
"Misto!" Vicki cried in relief.
"You're too late Mistoffelees!" Plato laughed, "Victoria has refused to be my mate, therefore sentencing her to death." Plato placed his claws by Victoria's throat.
"NO!" Misto lunged at Plato, and bit his neck. A huge catfight took place, with black, white and gray fur flying everywhere. Then, at the end, Plato lay dead at Mistoffelees' paws.
"Misto!" Victoria ran up to him and nuzzled him. "Thank you." Misto's response was a deep, rumbling purr.
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A few hours later, Victoria and Mistoffelees lay in the tube, stargazing.
"So…you thought I was going to be mad at you because you couldn't find me the perfect present?" Victoria asked her mate, almost amused.
"Yeah," Mistoffelees laughed sheepishly.
"Silly tom," Victoria laughed, and nuzzled Misto again. "You've already given me the perfect gift."
"Huh?" Misto turned his head and looked at his mate. Victoria whispered something into his ear. Misto's eyes widened. "K-kittens?" Misto asked, both bewildered and excited. Victoria nodded and smiled.
"That's why I was so eager to find you today, I wanted to tell you the good news. Just think Misto, in a few months, we'll be parents!" Victoria nuzzled her mate again, enjoying the warmth of his fur. This had definitely been the best birthday ever.