The Kitten: Chapter 3
By: Saphirerose
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Disclaimer I don't own Cats: the musical or Old Possum's book Of Practical cats. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hello." Munkustrap called out. The Black and white kit quickly turned to face him.
"Kit, thanks for your help." Called Tugger, still unsure of the kitten.
"Yo-ur Wel-co-me. The kit whispered just loud enough to be heard, while carefully pronouncing every word. Then he turned and started to walk away.
"Hey, wait!" Munkustrap called at the retreating kit He stopped for a moment the turned to face the weary warriors.
"Y-es?" He called out softly.
"My name is Munkustrap and this is my brother Rum Tum Tugger. What is yours?"
The kit looked startled. This was the first time anyone had asked him this. He could recall the night he first chose his name nearly 2 week ago now.
~2 Week Ago~
The nameless kit stared at the brilliant stars as he came to know them as. They were the first things he had seen when his eyes had cleared. He had thought they shown for him and him alone. He felt a kind of kindredness with those lights. All alone where no one could touch them, in case no one wanted to touch him and when they do it always leads to pain, as his mother had clearly displayed. He found that while watching the stars once his paws began to glow with the same light. Now he knew hat the lights belonged to him since he could create his own. With time he learned how to concentrate on the lights and cause things to move and then disappear, though his favorite was the blue lightning. He found that when you are on your own the more defense you have the better. Now most of the pollicles and other creatures left him alone in fear of him. He never thought that he would enjoy the fear since it lead to his mother leaving him but he found that when people fear you, they don't often try to hurt you and he never wanted to be hurt again.
Once upon hearing someone call those brilliant lights in the sky stars, he came to know that everything needs a name. His mother had never given him one, and had decided to give himself a name. All night he thought of a name, but the only thing he could think of as the word Mystic. Though he knew not what it meant e knew he was. It was kind of plain so he continued to change it until he thought of the perfect name.
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"Mistoffelees." The onyx and snow colored kit said shyly.
By: Saphirerose
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Disclaimer I don't own Cats: the musical or Old Possum's book Of Practical cats. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hello." Munkustrap called out. The Black and white kit quickly turned to face him.
"Kit, thanks for your help." Called Tugger, still unsure of the kitten.
"Yo-ur Wel-co-me. The kit whispered just loud enough to be heard, while carefully pronouncing every word. Then he turned and started to walk away.
"Hey, wait!" Munkustrap called at the retreating kit He stopped for a moment the turned to face the weary warriors.
"Y-es?" He called out softly.
"My name is Munkustrap and this is my brother Rum Tum Tugger. What is yours?"
The kit looked startled. This was the first time anyone had asked him this. He could recall the night he first chose his name nearly 2 week ago now.
~2 Week Ago~
The nameless kit stared at the brilliant stars as he came to know them as. They were the first things he had seen when his eyes had cleared. He had thought they shown for him and him alone. He felt a kind of kindredness with those lights. All alone where no one could touch them, in case no one wanted to touch him and when they do it always leads to pain, as his mother had clearly displayed. He found that while watching the stars once his paws began to glow with the same light. Now he knew hat the lights belonged to him since he could create his own. With time he learned how to concentrate on the lights and cause things to move and then disappear, though his favorite was the blue lightning. He found that when you are on your own the more defense you have the better. Now most of the pollicles and other creatures left him alone in fear of him. He never thought that he would enjoy the fear since it lead to his mother leaving him but he found that when people fear you, they don't often try to hurt you and he never wanted to be hurt again.
Once upon hearing someone call those brilliant lights in the sky stars, he came to know that everything needs a name. His mother had never given him one, and had decided to give himself a name. All night he thought of a name, but the only thing he could think of as the word Mystic. Though he knew not what it meant e knew he was. It was kind of plain so he continued to change it until he thought of the perfect name.
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"Mistoffelees." The onyx and snow colored kit said shyly.