Woohoo my first CATS slash

rating: M/R (probably cuz of stuff later on, i think, we'll see rating may go down)

Pairings: Misto x Munku x (It's a secret for now xD)

Warnings: slash, possible language, and probably later on incest, but as other authors have said, they're cats

Disclaimer i don't own cats


The sun shined brightly over the junkyard and the smell of old catnip filled the air. Quaxo awoke to the rank odor infiltrating his nose. "Can't those toms clean up after themselves, sun baked catnip is horrible," he said to himself. It was then that he realized he had somehow gotten to his pipe. The last thing he remembered was being in Munkustrap's embrace. So he figured it had been the tabby who had brought him to his den. As he reminisced about the night before, Quaxo felt an unfamiliar excitement. The tux could not understand what was making him so happy. Before Munkustrap had arrived the night was horrible. Suddenly it hit him. Munkustrap was the source of excitement.

Quaxo sat completely still for a few seconds pondering his realization. He was so deep in thought that he had not noticed the black and silver body that shadowed his pipe.

"Hey Quaxo, you in there," a familiar voice called, breaking Quaxo out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, uh… come in Munkustrap," the tux answered without thinking. He had not even seen it was Munkustrap. Somehow he just knew. He told himself it was just his heightened perception. But deep down, he knew it was something else.

"You certainly slept in," Munkustrap said, crouching into the pipe. "It's already noon. You're usually one of the first Jellicles up."

"You noticed that?" Quaxo said hopefully.

"Yeah, actually." The tabby was surprised he had noticed something about Quaxo. After his revelation the night before, he thought he had no real memories of the young tom. The protector was quite proud of himself. Maybe he was not the ass he thought he was. "So Quaxo, is something wrong."

"No, I'm actually quite content. Last night was just tiring that's all."

"I know what you mean," Munkustrap said sitting down next to the tux. "I was coming by to see if you wanted to come to our defense meeting. Your smarts and Mistoffelees powers would be a great help."

"You really mean that? You don't just want me there for Mistoffelees?"

"Of course I mean it. What is it with you and thinking we have hidden agendas?" Munkustrap smiled. The tabby pulled Quaxo into a one armed hug and began to rub his knuckle in the tux's head.

"Cut it out Munku," the little tom cried. However, on the inside, Quaxo could not be happier from the feeling the Protector's contact gave.

"Sorry little buddy. Oh wait, forget the 'little thing'," Munkustrap chuckled, removing his fist from Quaxo's head.

"It's okay. I actually kinda like it. The 'little thing' that is. Somehow, it makes our friendship feel stronger."

"But what about last night? You were upset when I called you little."

"It was just a bad night, that's all. Luckily, once you got there, it got better," Quaxo smiled.

"Geez, you're gonna make me blush. But anyway, are you going to come to the defense meeting?"

"Sure, I'll come."

"Grea- Ow!" Munkustrap moaned as he stood up and hit his head off the top of the pipe.

"You… o-okay?" Quaxo managed to ask through his laughter.

"Yeah, I think," the tabby said rubbing his head. "The meeting's at the big tire. It'll start shortly after the sunset. Oh yah, come hungry. Jenny always makes us a fresh supply of Mousecakes."

"Will do," the tux smirked with a mock salute causing Munkustrap to chuckle.

"See you later, Little Buddy."

As Munkustrap departed the pipe, Quaxo waved and smiled a giddy smile. Once again the Protector's presence was having a profound effect on the tux. After a few minutes of contently daydreaming, Quaxo decided to find his sister and make amends.

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Walking lazily away from Quaxo's den, Munkustrap could not help but smile. When he had hugged the tux, the tabby felt the same sensation as the night before. The feeling had grown even deeper when Quaxo used the words "friendship" and "stronger".

"What a wonderful friend I've found in Quaxo," Munkustrap thought to himself. "I can't believe it took this long to notice him." The Protector continued walking, lost in his thoughts. He was heading back to his den to prepare for the meeting. After a few minutes he found himself at his den, though he was still lost in his thoughts. His den was an old yet beautiful, wooden dresser. Years of rain had caused wood rot, but for a junkyard cat it worked just fine. The dresser had three drawers, each a completely different environment. The bottom drawer was simply an entryway and the occasional dining room. The second was the most used drawer. It would be equivalent to a living room. It was where the tabby would entertain his guests during a party. The top drawer was Munkustrap's bedroom. It was a secret place that no other Jellicle had ever seen. Not even a queen had ever entered his room, for Munkustrap, through his three years of living, never had a mate. The three drawers were connected by holes the tabby had scratched out. There was also a hole in the bottom of the dresser used as an entryway.

"Yo, bro!" a masculine voice called.

"Wha- who's there!" Munkustrap mumbled turning around. He had not realized he had made it to his den. His thoughts were to focused on the young Quaxo. Which now that he thought about it, he was not sure why he was so enamored with the tux. As his mind came into focus, Munkustrap noticed the gold of his brother's mane come into view, "Oh it's you Tugger."

"Yep, the one and only Rum Tum Tugger," Tugger smirked. This cat was one of the oddest-looking Jellicles. His body was a deep black that had an attractive sheen. The underside of his neck was gold with a few darker blotches that gave it a leopard-like look. Outlining his neck and his head was a multi-shaded golden mane. His paws and tail were the same shaggy fur as his mane. And his face was a beautiful gold. The ebony luster of his chest and appendages made it quite easy to see his toned muscles.

"There something you want, brother?" Munkustrap said monotone. He was still thinking about his fascination with Quaxo.

"Nothing really. I was just taking a queen and kitten free walk. But now that I notice it, why are your eyes so hazy," the maned tom pried.

"Oh-uh, well…" Munkustrap's words stumbled as he tried to hide his confusion. "I'm just thinking about the meeting tonight."

"You looked pretty deep in thought for a routine defense meeting." Tugger slyly said, moving closer to his brother.

"Well, we have a new Jellicle coming tonight."

"There's a new Jellicle in the tribe? How'd I miss'em?"

"No you twit! New to the defense meetings," Munkustrap scolded.

"Oooh, oops. So who is it?"

"Quaxo."

"Quaxo… Quaxo, hm… the name sounds familiar… but I cant put a face to it."

"Mistoffelees!"

"Oh, well why didn't you say that," Tugger smirked.

"Because that's not his name! And I'm glad you can joke about it," The tabby yelled. Munkustrap was infuriated with his brother's indifference. Quaxo deserved to be known and loved. As his angry thoughts raced through his head Munkustrap felt a sudden stab in his heart. "I used to be like Tugger. I used to be unaware of Quaxo," he thought to himself. Suddenly a wave of depression swept over Munkustrap.

"Yikes, I'm sorry, sheesh," Tugger muttered before noticing his brothers new expression. "Uh, Munku, what's wrong?"

"It's just that I realized I used to be like you. I used to not know who Quaxo was."

"What are you getting at?" Tugger was becoming very confused with the tabby's mood swings.

"Last night, I found Quaxo about to cut himself. Long story short the Jellicle Tribe leaves him out… of everything!"

"Oh…wow… you're right," Tugger confessed. His only memory of the young tux, other than the Jellicle Ball, was an occurrence a few months before. Tugger had stumbled upon the tux practicing his magic, however it was Mistoffelees, not Quaxo. That was how Tugger knew of the Tom's abilities and knew Mistoffelees was the only one to save Old Deuteronomy. "So now your trying to make him feel welcomed. Makes sense."

"That's not the only reason. He's really a nice cat once you get to know him."

"But he's so reserved. That's why he's always by himself," Tugger said, trying to defend the tribe.

"How do you know that his reservations aren't caused by us?" Munkustrap retorted, defending Quaxo.

"Well, you may have a point, but he's just so mysterious. Yet, I'll give you this, he does seem like a fascinating cat to know." Tugger paused a second, to end his thought, before saying, "I need to be heading home. Need to prep my mane for tonight."

"Yah, right. See you later, Tug," Munkustrap chuckled as the maned tom began his trip back to his den. The tabby then made his way to the third floor of the dresser, his bedroom, and began to prepare himself for the meeting. As he did so, his mind wandered back to the enthrallment with Quaxo. Munkustrap could not think of anything too out of the ordinary about Quaxo, other than the magic. And Munkustrap was not a big fan of magic, so that could not be it. But the tabby new one thing for sure, whenever he thought about the tux, he felt the greatest sensation of happiness. Also, the Protector had learned that defending Quaxo made the feeling even stronger


Well there you have it, sry if i got a little cheesy at the end, i just like making Munkustrap overly romantic, and i liking messing with him

so yah this chap was more munku oriented, whereas the first was more Quaxo, next chap will probly be more even

plz review

Chap3 Title: The Realization

p.s. there's a little something do get u ready for next chap