A/N:I do not own Phantom of the Opera or Warriors. This story is for Lux Leroux because she inspired me to write my first Phantom/Warriors FanFic. Thanx Lux!
Phantomtail of the Warriors
Singheat listened as Fancytail started to sing 'Think of me Fondly' during rehearsals. It sounded absolutely bitter and she cringed as Fancytail hit her higher notes. Lightstep, Singheart's best friend at the Fourtrees opera house, made a disgusted face. Singheart stifled a giggle.
Fancytail was getting even louder the manager, Redtail, padded up with Softvoice, the Viscount, and two other cats. Maestrofoot, the director, irritably stopped Fancytail. A few of the other cats thankfully pulled ear plugs out of their ears. Redtail spoke, "Sorry to interrupt, but as we all know that there have been rumors of my immanent retirement and I must now say that they are all true." Some of the cats gasped. Redtail ignored them and continued, "I must introduce you two our two new managers, Hawkeye and Amberpelt." Hawkeye tipped his head and Amberpelt did also. Redtail nodded and walked off. Fancytail tapped her foot impatiently. Maestrofoot gave her the signal. The ballet cats ran and jumped to and fro elegantly.
Hawkeye and Amberpelt walked with Wiseheart and looked at the ballet girls talking quietly. Singheart managed to here Wiseheart tell them that Lightstep was her daughter and they approved. Then she heard her tell them that Singheart herself looked very promising.
Fancytail made it back to the part where she sang, 'Think of me Fondly'. The ballet cats cleared away for her solo. Singheart looked up as a shadow caught her eye. Part of the scene, a leaf woven background, was let loose and fell down on top of Fancytail, angering her greatly. Hawkeye and Amberpelt rushed over quickly and helped her up. Fancytail shook her head and her tail wagged side from side. She put on quite a show, but the part that was most important was when she yowled, "Until these things stop happening, this thing does not happen!" With that she marched off complaining. Hawkeye turned to an upset Maestrofoot, "Will she be back?" Maestrofoot waved his head saying, I don't know!
Then the two managers started talking about having to cancel the show and there being no understudy for La Fancytail. Wiseheart spoke up, "Singheart could do it." Hawkeye gave her a glance doubtfully. "She has a great teacher." Wiseheart continued. Amberpelt asked, "And what is this teacher's name?" Singheart looked down, "I, I don't know his name." she mewed.
"Let her try." Wiseheart encouraged. After a long moment Hawkeye meowed, "Fine. Maestrofoot, from the top." Maestrofoot nodded and started playing the music. Singheart started, "Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while; please promise me you'll try. When you find that once again, you long to take your heart back and be free- if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me." The cats loved it. Singheart got the part and she went on to sing it during that night's performance. Fancytail never showed up, luckily. Singheart got a standing ovation. Wiseheart quickly gathered her and led her to her dressing den. Singheart was awed to see so many fans wanting her autograph. Wiseheart picked something up with her teeth from her table and handed it to Singheart. Singheart put it down and looked at it. A rose, red and in its full beauty. "He is pleased with you." Wiseheart meowed with a smile. She left Singheart in her den.
A moment later Softvoice, the Viscount, padded into her room. "Little Lotte let her mind wonder…" Singheart recognized what he was talking about and smiled. They had been friends for a long time; she was great full for it.
"Those picnics in the forest….some yummy mice." Singheart gladly reflected on their kithood memories.
"You sang wonderfully tonight Singheart." Softvoice meowed. "Yes, do you remember my father's story about the Angel of Music? Well I have been visited by the Angel of Music." Softvoice nodded his head, "Indeed you have, and now, me must go to supper." He padded towards the door. "I can't, the Angel is very strict." Softvoice playfully meowed, "Of course, I will have you back by moon high." "No Softvoice-" "I'll be back in a minute." He smiled and left.
Singheart sighed, the Angel wouldn't like this. She started to comb her hair when she heard the entrance to her den move. She walked over to it. Then a voice boomed through her room, "Insolent boy, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory. Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!" Singheart recognized the voice, her Angel!
"Angel I hear you, speak I listen. Angel my soul was weak, forgive me, enter at last master!" The Angel replied, "Flattering child you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside!"
Singheart did as she was told and turned to her mirror. A face appeared and and started padding towards it singing, 'Angel of Music.'
She heard the den entrance rattle as Softvoice tried to get in. "Whose is that voice?" he asked. The Angel kept talking to Singheart, "I am your Angel of Music, come to me Angel of Music!" Singheart could not disobey her Angel. She padded forward for her Angel called.