Fresh Revenge

Rating: K+ (PG)

Disclaimer: I do not own cats in any way and have no claim over them. (As much as I'd like to!)

Mistoffelees was bored. Thanks to Munkustrap he now was wide-awake and had a sore tail. He stretched for about the hundredth time before deciding he needed a walk to wake his muscles up, and he knew the perfect cat to take along.

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"Tugger." Mistoffelees whispered into the sleeping tom's ear. He was actually surprised that Rum Tum Tugger was alone considering his dance moves at the Jellicle ball, but maybe – and Mistoffelees laughed to himself – the Tugger's elaborate dance moves had tired him out.

Seeing he was getting no response from the cat, Mistoffelees tried again. "Tugger? Rum Tum? Rum Tum Tugger?"

The curious cat rolled over, but that was all the response he got. The tuxedo was getting annoyed and impatent.

"Tugger wake up!" Mistoffelees shook his shoulder. Much to his surprise – and shock – Rum Tum Tugger grabbed his hand and pulled him closer.

"Bombalurina that's nice." The tom muttered, making Mistoffelees pull a face of disgust.

"Tugger!" Mistoffelees practically yelled.

"That's my name sweetheart." The tom replied in a very disturbing voice, still asleep.

Leaving the young magical cat with no choice, Mistoffelees used his free hand to slap Tugger across his face. This time it actually worked, with the tom shooting up and, seeing it was Mistoffelees he held and not Bombalurina, let go of his hand and leaped back.

"Misto?" Rum Tum Tugger asked, a look of embarrassment plastered across his face. "Oh great Rumpus cat you gave me such a fright."

Mistoffelees decided it would be best if he didn't mention what had just occurred and drew the conversation away from Tugger's mistake of identity, for he was sure his own white cheeks were painted red. "I came here to ask if you wanted to go far a quick walk with me?"

"What time is it?" Tugger moved back towards where he'd been sleeping.

"Around midday." The tuxedo said quickly and brightly.

"Then no, I'm going back to sleep." The tom lay back down. "I was having a good dream."

"Yea, I know first hand." Mistoffelees muttered to himself as he left Tugger's den to walk alone.

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"Where is that damn cat." Munkustrap said after walking twice around the area in the junkyard where Alonzo usually took his naps. So far there'd been no sign of the black and white tom, and Munkustrap was getting a little impatient and a little frustrated, although he hadn't revealed it yet.

Starting on his circle again, Munkustrap stopped outside Rum Tum Tugger's den. Well it was really just a cavern in the towering heaps of junk, but that didn't bother Tugger. Munkustrap often wondered how all three of Old Deuteronomy's sons turned out so differently.

Figuring he'd save himself some time and inform his brother now he walked towards the den. The sooner he found all three cats, the sooner he could return to Demeter and a nice warm sleep.

He was almost bowled over as a black and white tom ran into him, literately.

"Everlasting cat! Are you out to get me today or something?" Mistoffelees yelled from his new position on the ground.

"Sorry Misto." Munkustrap apologised, but couldn't help a smile creeping onto his face at the young tom's misfortune so far this day. "Is Tugger awake?"

Mistoffelees' facial expression changed from one of anger to one of embarrassment, and Munkustrap was about to ask why before Mistoffelees vanished again in blue flash.

"Oh damn it I forgot to tell him about Macavity!" Munkustrap cursed to himself. Now not only did he still have to find Alonzo, but find Mistoffelees – who was in a bad mood – and get him to talk to him.

The silver and black tabby walked slowly into Rum Tum Tugger's den, shouting out as he went. "Tugger? Tugger you up? Hey Tugger?"

"Can't a cat get any sleep around here?" Rum Tum Tugger groaned. He didn't look impressed by his brother's entrance, and seemed to be lacking his usual 'charm.'

"What was Mistoffelees doing in here anyway?" Munkustrap asked, his eyes adjusting to the darkness in the lair.

"What are you doing in here anyway?" Rum Tum Tugger shot back in a voice that warned Munkustrap not to ask.

"Looking for you." Munkustrap said. "Old Deuteronomy has some news he believes you should know." Seeing his brother gesture 'get on with it', Munkustrap continued. "It seems Macavity isn't too happy about the Jellicle ball."

"Tell me something I don't know." The cat grumbled.

Munkustrap shot him a look usually reserved for naughty kittens, but said nothing of it. "Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer say that the 'hidden paw' is planning his revenge soon, and our father seems to think he'll be after me."

"What!" Cried his brother, suddenly looking awake and furious. "If he even so much as shows his twisted face around this junkyard I swear to the everlasting cat I'll-"

"Tugger please, enough." Munkustrap cut him off before he said something he'd regret. "Only a few cats know. Mungojerrie, Rumpleteazer and our father already know, but I still need to find Alonzo and Mistoffelees."

"I'll find Misto, I need to talk to him about an …incident." Tugger actually stretched without using his hips and began to walk towards the exit. "You can find Alonzo."

"Wait where is Alonzo?" Munkustrap yelled, but Rum Tum Tugger had already run off looking for Mistoffelees. "I wonder what happened before I arrived?" The cat said to himself as he once again began looking for the seemly invisible tabby known as Alonzo.

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"Some day I'm stuck with today." Mistoffelees said to himself, kicking a tin can across one of the winding paths that lead through the piles of junk. It wasn't his fault he was in a bad mood, it's just that when you're woken up rudely, had your tail trodden on, been mistakes for Bombalurina by Tugger and run straight into Munkustrap you tend to get a little annoyed.

Still, the Jellicle ball had been great, one Mistoffelees would not forget in a hurry. When Rum Tum Tugger had put him in the spotlight to bring back Old Deuteronomy Mistoffelees had wanted to kill the tom, but once he'd gotten out there everything fell into place.

He smiled for the first time that day thinking about how mad Macavity must be, after all he, the little shy tuxedo had foiled the Napoleon of crime's grand plan, and Mistoffelees felt proud of what he'd done.

He was a fair way from the main clearing where the rest of the Jellicle tribe were still resting – apart from Munkustrap and maybe Tugger – and they were probably not going to wake until the late afternoon, giving him plenty of time alone.

The sound of a paw against metal made the young magician spin around, just in time to see Macavity leap down onto his chest, pinning him to the hard ground.

OMG seven reviews for one chapter? I should write CATS stories more often. Anyway, review responses:

Mystitat: How many people spell Mistoffelees wrong? Anyway, you don't have to worry, there are no OC's in this story, so you can breath a sigh of relief.

Nabooru: I thought everyone thought Munkustrap and Macavity were brothers? Yes you can be elated, and I've tried to not make Demeter a bitch or too angsty. As for Macavity not going after Mistoffelees, you may have spoken too soon, but don't worry: Macavity has his eye on at least two cats in the junkyard...

I'd like to also thank Skimbleshanks the Railway CAT, Luneris, lookattheauthorprofile (nice name by the way), Mystica21 and Krissy4. I hope you'll all review again, and anyone else reading this who hasn't reviewed please do!

Desert Thief (Ok so it's not a CATS name but I still like it!)