throwback to sophomore year when i was in marching band and my friend had just had surgery so she was sitting out and me n the trumpet section leader overheated so she basically dragged us off the field and made us sit under an umbrella and drink water and tried to keep us from passing out :D
Mistoffelees was a tuxedo cat. This was obvious, at least you would hope, for any other cat to figure out. He's mainly black, with the white on his chest, and to top it off, his humans had long ago given him a black bowtie as a collar.
The cat enjoyed his look. It was fashionable, mysterious, and the glitter that he used in the magic trick really struck out against the fur.
However, there were downsides to having this dark coat of fur. Especially in the summer.
Dark colors seem to 'attract' the sun more, and during the summer time, Mistoffelees often found himself getting overly hot while practicing his magic. The sun would beat down on every part of his body, from his ears to the tip of his tail, and he would eventually have to go back to his den and drink some water before he got overheated.
Today was no exception for the sun; it was already high in the sky. To Mistoffelees, it felt like he had only been practicing in the clearing for a few minutes, but the sun told otherwise, seeing as how it had been below the trees when he had started.
Mistoffelees did another spin, letting a burst of sparkles out of his paws, before frowning.
He had been practicing a new trick he had thought up the other day, where he would do his usual spins before making something appear, hopefully without having to use another cat or cloth or anything. This magic trick would be perfect and amazing; imagine the surprise of the kits when he's dancing for them and suddenly makes a mouse or bird appear! Unfortunately, the trick just didn't seem to want to work at the moment. All that he could get to come out of his paws were a couple of sad specks of glitter, and the longer he went, the sadder it got.
The black cat knew that it would probably get worse the longer he tried, but he just had to get it right! The trick, in his mind, needed to be at least partially completed. He had this whole schedule in his head, and it needed to be finished and correct.
So, Mistoffelees walked over to the side of the clearing and started up the beginning of his usual routine again, running out into the center before throwing himself into the turns.
1… 2… 3… 4…
His head spun, and the sun seemed to be melting his fur, but he continued, wanting to at least finish this trek before giving up.
8… 9… 10…
Out of the corner of his eyes, Mistoffelees could see a figure standing at the edge of the clearing. They were a blur as he turned again and again, but the cat thought he caught a glimpse of a frown on their face.
Slowly, instinctively, Mistoffelees slowed himself to a stop. He carefully made his way to some nearby shade before sitting down, taking deep breaths and praying to the Everlasting Cat for a breeze.
A shadow suddenly formed over him, and he looked up to see Bombalurina standing there, frowning slightly and shaking her head.
The tall red queen was wearing a floppy, cat-sized head that definitely looked like it belonged to Jennyanydots, and did not seem to be as hot as the dark-colored tom was.
"I never thought that toms could be this stupid," She said with a click of her tongue, "But I have been proven wrong today." With a strong heave, the tall queen pulled Mistoffelees to his paws and began to help him walk to another area in the Junkyard.
The area that he was led to was under a rock and on the damp dirt, and was also occupied by another tom.
The Rum Tum Tugger was leaning against the back of the little area, and looked to be nearly asleep. After shoving Mistoffelees into the hole, Bombalurina climbed in and gave the fluffy tom a gentle but somehow still aggressive shake on the shoulder.
He jolted awake, looking around with half lidded eyes.
"Drink some water, idiot," She told him, holding up a cup that Mistoffelees had not seen before. From seemingly out of nowhere, she produced another cup of water, and handed it to the magical cat. "You too," She said.
Outside of the little space, the kittens played.
On the other side of the Junkyard, Munkustrap was seen sitting high up but under some shade. He looked mildly embarrassed, and a second glance told Mistoffelees that he was, in fact, wearing a Jenny-hat. The large brim of it flopped into his face, and the gray tom looked up and squinted while adjusting it.
Alonzo, yet another cat who was a bit more black than white, seemed to be taking a nap underneath some leaves.
Meanwhile, Victoria was having her best life with her white fur coat. She played with the kittens, launched herself at the sleeping Alonzo, and all about had some fun. Sometimes, Mistoffelees was jealous of his sister.
He smiled slightly at the sight, and slumped down a bit, but before his tired eyes could close, he was shaken.
The cup he had forgotten he was holding nearly fell, but by some chance, it didn't.
"Okay, Mr. Magical Cat, you still need to drink water," Said the red queen teasingly.
With a sigh, Mistoffelees took a couple licks, before slumping back.
"What are you doing?" He asked, curious about the situation that she seemed to be handling.
"You weren't here last time it got this hot," Bombalurina explained. "Tugger just has too much fur, and there's so many dark-colored cats in this Junkyard, and none of you have any self perseverance!"
Mistoffelees laughed at that bit. Yeah, she wasn't wrong.
"Besides, Jenny is off somewhere with her humans, and I lived with her so long that I've seen way too many cats passing out from the heat."
"Well, I'm glad you're here to help, Bomba," Mistoffelees said. His voice was groggy, but he was genuinely grateful for her being there.
On the other side of the red queen, Tugger leaned over, reaching his paw out across her lap.
"Mm, Misto, give me your water," He whined, despite seeming to not want to drink anything merely minutes ago.
Also slumping into Bombalurina, Mistoffelees slid the nearly empty glass towards the large tom, and he guzzled it down.
"Hey," Said Tugger, slumping down onto Bombalurinas lap, "You're pretty damn good at this. Gonna take over Jennys job when she's too old?"
Laughing, Bombalurina gave her friend a good shove, before pulling him back onto her lap.
"Of course I'm not, you idiot. Old Gumbie still has plenty of lives left in her."
Mistoffelees, still tired and not really understanding what was happening, gave both the cats slight pushes with his paws before closing his eyes completely to get some much needed rest.
Bombalurina smiled while her best friends curled around her, nearly asleep while she observed the chaos of the Junkyard.
theres a productions cant remember the name but like in the bootleg clip of mr mistoffelees he chooses bomba instead of cassandra and after she reappears they like playfully push each other and i think thats really cute there were also some good tuggoffelees moments in there so in conclusion these three r best friends