Quaxo's Secret Tale
By: Brittglamorra
Part 3
After Quaxo discovered his dilemma, he instantly went to Tugger. He knew if any cat could help him it would be Tugger. Tugger had been called the Jellicle ball king cat after all. Quaxo found this very amusing. So that morning he padded into Tugger and Munk's den. He found the big ruffled tom wincing away from his brother. Munk was yelling at him furiously.
"You have to move out immediately!" The silver tabby tom hissed. Quaxo had never seen him so angry, and he wondered what Tugger had done. The big golden tom looked ashamed of himself. Quaxo sat down and listened as Munk began to chew out the large main coon cat.
"I told you that if you were going to keep living here that you could under no circumstances get drunk, and absolutely never bring a queen home. You were always so careful around your kit, why are you being foolish around mine?" Munk demanded. Tugger sighed.
"I told you I didn't mean to. She spiked my drink…" Tugger muttered.
Munkustrap growled in frustration.
"You should not have brought her here regardless. She scared the tail of Jemima this morning. I am done Tugger. You are a grown tom, and don't need to be living with me anymore." Munk hissed. He stormed into the back room, his tail lashing. Tugger sighed, and let his head droop.
"Unwanted again." He muttered. He turned around and nearly jumped out of his fur as he noticed Quaxo.
"Wh…what are you doing here?" He questioned. Quaxo stared at him evenly.
"You can live with me…on one condition." Quaxo meowed. Tugger smirked a little, his frustration melting away.
"Oh really? And what would that be kit?" He growled. Quaxo smiled.
"Teach me to dance." He meowed. Tugger's jaw dropped and he stared at the young tom like he had an extra head.
"You don't know how to dance?" He gasped. The tux shook his head with amusement.
"No. None of you ever taught me…I don't know how to sing and I don't know what to do during the mating dance either." He meowed. Tugger smirked.
"Alright kit. I will have ya ready in time." He meowed.
And so Tugger moved in with Quaxo, the pipe was cozy during the night, and cool during the day. It half stuck out of a junk pile, and there was a large den inside the rubbish at the end of the tunnel, though Quaxo preferred to sleep near the entrance. Tugger slept in the big room. Day in and day out they trained, and each day they stumbled, but Tugger discovered that Quaxo was very elegant and flexible, and he had high hopes…not only that but the young tom had an amazing singing voice. It was somewhat deep, and had a clear ringing sound to it. As for the mating dance…well Tugger was certain no tom would impress like the young Mr. Mistoffelees. Tugger had even began to work out the young cats song…Due to the events of one fateful day.
A morning a few days before the ball, Quaxo was as nervous as ever. He still had not perfected his song, and his magic was sketchy, not working all the time. That day he stressed out while leaping and twisting in the air, legs splayed apart he stumbled.
"You ok Quax?" Tugger asked. Quaxo rounded on him, green eyes blazing…before he even snapped he caught himself and sighed, but Tugger did not miss the anger.
"I am fine Tugger…can we just, take a break?" Quaxo asked. Tugger nodded, then a smirk spread across his face.
"I know what you shall do. Preform a magic show for the tribe to practice…do all kinds of weird things." Tugger meowed. Quaxo brightened.
"You know that's not a bad idea." He purred. And so Tugger announced it to the Jellicle's while Quaxo prepared.
As the sun reached its peak in the sky Quaxo, appeared in a puff of purple smoke. He was sparkling, and his eyes glowed, and the young tux wore a huge smile.
"Presto!" He shouted.
"I give you the wonderful, the magnificent, the Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!" Tugger yowled. Quaxo threw back his head, and blue lightning shot from his body every which way. The Jellicle's cheered loudly, excited that the aloof tom was letting them see his magic once more.
Quaxo did a front flip in the air, landing nimbly, and shooting lightning towards a rubbish pile. There was a loud crack as it exploded, and Quaxo smile charmingly. He flipped again and rolled across the open space, shielded by an armor of blue electricity. He leaped to his paws, and whirled so fast cats scarcely saw the movement at all. Tanto and Cori were looking on with wide approving eyes, showing emotion for once, a sense of pride. Quaxo halted and with a poof of purple smoke a few items appeared at his paws. He spread a deck of cards before him and smiled slyly up at the cats.
"Pick a card, any card. It isn't hard. I will turn my back, and still shall pick your card from the pack." Quaxo meowed. He turned around, and Tugger stepped up.
"One of you pick a card, and show it to the others. Then put it back in the deck and shuffle it." Tugger instructed. He stepped back, and for good measure pulled his precious bandana from his hind-leg and carefully wrapped it around Quaxo's head, tying it with his teeth. Then he stepped back behind Quaxo and faced the crowd, wrapping his large puffy tail around Quaxo's eyes as well, when Etcetera shouted out that he should do so.
It was one of the new kittens, Pouncival who stepped forwards and picked up a card between his teeth. The small tom showed it to the rest then put the card back in the pile. He gave the cards to his mother Jellylorum, and the queen shuffled them for a long time, before setting the cards face-down on the sandy earth. Tugger pulled his tail from around Quaxo's eyes, and turned pulling off the blindfold. The tom spread the cards out in an arch, and carefully bent down and grasped it between his teeth. He held it up to the tribe and there were collective gasps.
"The lion with the sun above it!" Pouncival squeaked. Quaxo smiled and set the card back into the pile…They repeated this several times before Quaxo was allowed to move on to the next trick.
For his next trick he was once more blindfolded, and while he was turned away the cats would roll the dice, and get a certain number. It was Quaxo's job to roll the same number the next time around, with the same dots on each die as before. So he waited patiently, with Tugger's tail tickling his nose. He noticed how much Tugger's bandana had a unique Tugger smell, a sweet yet musky smell, that was appealing to any cat who smelled it…To Quaxo it smelled like home. Tugger's tail smelled the same, but far stronger. Quaxo smiled as happy memories of chasing that large main coon tail around drifted through his mind.
Finally Tugger once more removed the blindfold and his tail and Quaxo turned around. He picked up the dice awkwardly in his paws, and tossed them into the circle of Jellicle's. The cats stared, as the dice rolled. Quaxo set his lightly sparkling paws back onto the sandy ground and watched amused. They rolled to a stop…one die said four, and the other die said six…The Jellicle's stared with shock for a moment, before bursting into cheers. Oh how clever was Mr. Mistoffelees!
Quaxo spent the afternoon playing tricks…with cards, dice, corks, knives, forks, and even a bit of fish paste…
At once point he asked some of the kits if they wanted to volunteer. All seven raced up, screeching 'yes' like their lives depended on it. Quaxo rolled his eyes, and directed them to climb into the Tire. They did, and he waved his tail.
"Presto!" Jenny raced up and peered in.
"They are all gone!" She cried out, a bit worried, as all good mothers should be. Quaxo ushered her back, and with a puff, a large black top-hat appeared. He stood it upright and leaped on top of it. He waved his tail over, and lifted his front paws. Blue sparkles flashed every which way and purple smoke rose from beneath the hat.
"Presto!" Quaxo shouted again, and he leaped off the hat pushing it over, so the entrance was facing the crowd. Then from the purple mist, one by one the kittens trotted out, looking dizzy, but no worse for the where. Pouncival, Tumblebrutus, Jemima, Bill Bailey, Victoria, Etcetera, and Electra. They scrambled to their respective parents, and stared at the magic tom with wide eyes. He smiled, then he was getting ready for his last big trick. He was going to completely disappear from the junkyard.
He stood upon the tire and smiled out at the crowd as they stared at him.
"Oh well I never!" Jelly exclaimed.
"Was the ever, a cat so clever as…" Jenny started…
"Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!" Exclaimed Tugger, a flash of joy and thoughtfulness entering his eyes…He believed he had just partly discovered his friends song. Quaxo gave a winning, charming and devilish grin, and leaped into the air. He did a complete split in mid-air, touching his front paws to his back paws, and vanished completely, with blue sparkles and purple smoke. Then all that was left was the echo of his final words, ringing across the silent Junkyard.
"Presto!"
As the words faded on the wind, the Jellicle's broke into ecstatic cheers, leaping up and down, and yowling to the Everlasting Cat.
Tugger blinked in shock and smiled proudly for his kit.
… =^.^=
Meanwhile Quaxo went a little further than he intended. He appeared in a humans house. His eyes widened and he stared around in shock. It was HUGE! And I mean HUGE! The room had to be a million cat-lengths high, and there was a tall set of stairs, a red carpet ran down them, towards the main doors which were made of dark oak wood. There were enormous marble pillars, that stretched towards the ceiling and the roof had many designs depicted on it. Pictures of many different things. Quaxo stared around in shock, and the crescent moon shaped tag on his purple star-studded collar tapping against his chest brought him back to reality. He looked down just in time to see a very old white Persian, maybe a few years younger than Old Deuteronomy padding into the room. When she saw him she froze, her golden eyes wide. She wore a pale blue collar studded with diamonds, and a spotless silver tag tangling from it said 'The Princess Ella'. Quaxo suddenly realized exactly who this was and quickly bowed low. She approached cautiously and blinked.
"Rise young one." Her Majesty's elderly cat meowed in a soft gentle voice. Quaxo stood, the utmost respect glimmering in his eyes. She blinked curiously.
"How did you get in here small one?" She asked the black and white tom. Quaxo realized he was no longer glowing, and looked like himself again. He looked up at her with bright green eyes.
"I am a magic cat Your Majesty. I accidentally transported myself here." He meowed. She blinked with a reminiscent smile.
"There are so few magical cats in the world. They really are wonderful beings." She purred. Quaxo nodded in agreement as she went on. "And please. Call me Ella." She meowed. Quaxo offered a small smile.
"Sure. I am Quaxo. But my magical name is Mr. Mistoffelees." He meowed.
"Nice to meet you Quaxo." She purred. Suddenly there was movement near one side-door. A very elderly looking lady dressed in a simple green dress appeared, a kind smile gracing her features.
"Ella…You have a friend." Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth said gently. She walked up to the young black and white tom and smiled. Quaxo bowed once more, and her smile grew. "Oh what a charming little fellow." She said.
Quaxo rubbed against her hand an purred. She sighed.
"Well now. My Ella needs a friend around here, so you will stay here. You are a very handsome fellow. You're a royal now young cat. I think I shall call you….hmmm…..How about Presto?" she asked. Quaxo turned his head to the side quizzically, a bit shocked by the Queens choice in name.
The old lady hobbled off with Quaxo's collar and he turned to the elderly cat, his eyes glowing.
"I just got a home." He said in aww. Ella smiled.
"Why were you looking so surprised by your name?" she asked. Quaxo blinked.
"Oh. Its just that Presto is the word I use when preforming my magic." He meowed. He stepped back.
"For example…" He blinked, and with a puff of purple smoke he looked like Misto again. He smiled and waved his tail. There was a puff of purple smoke, and blue sparkles and he called out.
"Presto!" He meowed. Before him appeared a thick red satin pillow, embroidered in gold and a small bowl of cream. Ella smiled in delight and padded onto the pillow, stretching out.
"Oh that is marvelous!" She said, lapping up from the bowl of cream. Quaxo smiled.
"Thank you." He purred. With a wave of his tail he was himself again, and he sat down. The queen returned a moment later, with his collar. She put it back on him, and it seemed to glow for a moment. There were words on the back of his tag. 'The Prince Presto'. Quaxo smiled in sheer joy.
"I finally have my first name." he purred. "And it's amazing!" He added with a little skip. He sat down and purred. Ella smiled at him.
"Welcome to the family Presto Quaxo Mistoffelees." She purred. Quaxo smiled widley…Then he started.
"I need to get back to the Junkyard." He meowed. Ella blinked, her eyes lighting up.
"The Jellicle Junkyard?" She questioned. Quaxo nodded with a smile.
"Yes." He meowed. Ella sighed, staring off into far space as memories surfaced in her elderly mind. Then she nodded once.
"Alright then...Could I please go with you? I used to visit Old Deuteronomy and the others once in a while. Last time I was there Rum Tum Tugger and Munkustrap were only wee little kits with their brother." She meowed thoughtfully. Quaxo laughed.
"Those two furball's raised me. Mostly Tugger. But I warn you, Tugger has become….errr…well a huge flirt, and Munk is the Jellicle protector." He meowed. Ella smiled.
"Oh my. Well not surprising in the least honestly. Tugger used to be quit a flirt even as a kit after…well after Dellalora died." She meowed. Quaxo sat down for a moment, puzzling over this. Then he smiled.
"Well they are both ok…ish. Now." He meowed. He flicked his tail and Mr. Mistoffelees made a reappearance…sort of. Quaxo realized that Mr. Mistoffelees seemed to be corrupting his true self as well…few cats in the junkyard addressed him by Quaxo anymore. It was always Mr. Mistoffelees this, Mistoffelees that, Misto, can you help me? Quaxo shook off the thoughts and smiled, bowing politely.
"Your majesty?" He purred. Ella bowed back.
"You highness." She purred. Quaxo padded over to her and stood at her shoulder. He twined his tail with her thick puffy white one, and in a flash of blue sparkles they were gone…
Meanwhile, two tall men, dressed in red, with tall black fuzzy hats, stood, some sort of weapon in their hands. The two men were forbidden to move, but they had witnessed the whole incident. Their eyes were wide, and shakily they looked at one another.
"Did you...?" One started in a thickly accented whisper. The other blinked.
"No I did not. We never speak of this again." The other replied briskly. The first one nodded, and they returned to the red statues they had been before.
…. =^.^=
Quaxo appeared back on the Tire to find that all the tribe were still there, in an uproar, celebrating and cheering. When Quaxo reappeared, they all froze, their eyes wide….The white Persian next to him stared at them with warm eyes. After the moments surprise, the tribe bowed low to the queen of cats. She smiled and padded down from the Tire.
"Rise." She meowed with amusement. The tribe rose, and began speaking to one another in excited whisperes, as Ella padded to the kittens. She crouched down and smiled at them, and the kits, smiled shyly. Ella's gaze turned to young Victoria, another white Persian, and her eyes narrowed for a moment. Jennyanydots cleared her throat gently, and when Ella met her gaze, the ginger spotted queen shook her head sadly. Ella nodded, then smiled at the kits.
"Hello little ones." She purred.
"Hello." Etcetera, the eldest of the kits meowed. Tumblebrutus padded up to Ella and curiously sniffed her, his stubby brown and white tail high in the air. Pouncival, this best friend nosed forwards his golden and brown patched pelt rippling with each sniff. He gazed up at her through wide eyes.
"Are you really the queen?" Pounce squeaked. Ella nodded and smiled at the tiny kit.
"Wow!" Tumble meowed in aww. The kits surrounded her questioning her, and the Queen smiled and lay down, talking with the kits. Tugger, meanwhile padded up to Quaxo, his eyes round.
Hey Quax. How did you….errr….what happened?" Tugger asked. Quaxo smiled.
"I accidentaly appeared in Her Majesty's castle instead of outside the Junkyard. Ella introduced herself, but when we were talking Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth appeared and she saw me. She took my collar from me, then gave it back.
"Quaxo meowed. He lifted the tag with the back of his front paw and smiled. Tugger blinked and read the writing curiously.
"The Prince Presto." He murmured…then his eyes widened as he realized. "THE Queen adopted you?" He gasped. Quaxo smiled in amusement.
"She did. She told me Ella needed a companion. And can you believe the name?" He laughed. Tugger frowned, confused for a heartbeat then he blinked, laughter bubbling up from his stomach.
"Presto….ha, ha, ha!" I don't believe this! You know this will be around the Tribe before sundown?" He laughed. Quaxo nodded.
"I know…But I don't mind either." He meowed. Tugger nodded thoughtfully.
"My kit….a magician, and genius, and a Prince!" Tugger purred with pride. Quaxo warmed at his words…he did consider Tugger as his dad, since he had raised him since the night he was born. But he was glad Tugger knew this too.
The day wore on and the Jellicle's mingled, and celebrated, and danced a bit too. Finally darkness was falling on the Junkyard. Quaxo padded up to Ella who was chatting with Jenny, and halted, dipping his head. The two turned to him with warm smiles.
"Quaxo." Jenny purred in greeting…she was one of four or five who still addressed him by his name, and he felt a rush of affection for her. He smiled warmly.
"I need to take Ella back home." He meowed. Jenny nodded with a smile and touched noses with the Queen.
"Goodbye. See you when you come again." Jenny meowed. Ella smiled back.
"Indeed. And then you will have to teach me how you train those mice so well." She purred. She paused for a heartbeat then blinked. "Look after Victoria." She murmured much more quietly. Jenny nodded warmly.
"I will. Goodbye!" Jenny meowed, before padding away. Quaxo waved his tail and his magical form appeared again. He stood next to Ella and twined his tail with hers again, then poof…they were both gone.
Quaxo gasped as they appeared, not in the castle but in an alleyway. He blinked and squeezed his eyes shut, trying again. This time they appeared back in the castle. Ella blinked, a bit dizzy but smiled.
"Thank you Quaxo. I assume you are going to return to the junkyard?" She asked. Quaxo nodded with a small smile.
"But I will visit every day, just to assure the Queen that her new cat has not…vanished into thin air." He purred. Ella laughed in amusement and padded up the stairs… "Goodnight." He purred, then once more Quaxo vanished, and his voice echoed in the big empty hall.
"Presto!"
….. =^.^=
A few days passed, and Quaxo was very pleased with Tugger and his song…though something was still missing. That day Quaxo was training with Cori and Tanto. They were teaching him new Magic tricks. He was just concentrating really hard when poof. He blinked in confusion. He, Cori and Tanto, sat in the center of the clearing, and a few Jellicle's watched his lesson…. Quaxo was confused, unsure of what had happened.
"What is going on?" He asked….But there was scarcely a whisper…Cori and Tanto smiled, and in sync their heads turned towards a rubbish pile. Quaxo…or another him stood on a junkpile across the Junkyard. And his voice boomed questioningly from the other figure.
"Cool." Quaxo meowed. Using only his mind he made the other him, perhaps slightly transparent if one really focused, leap from the top of the pile, and into the clearing. He could hear everything his other self could hear, and he could see through its eyes when he needed to. And for the first time he realized exactly what he looked like to the other cats. Tall slender, and shining black with a white face and chest, and green eyes that had a purplish tinge, as well as sparkles dancing through his fur. It looked like he had just had a good role in stardust. He made his other self go into Jenny's den. He could see her in the dim light, tending to Tumble, who had burrs stuck to him every which way. Jenny's back was to him, and Tumble spotted him over her shoulder. He began bouncing and struggling. Frustration radiated of Jenny.
"Keep still Tumble." She meowed sternly, but gently. Tumble pointed to Quaxo's other self.
"Misto! Its Misto!" He squeaked joyfully. Jenny turned around and Quaxo grinned at the stormy look on her face.
"Quaxo! Get out now!" She ordered. Meanwhile in the clearing, the other cats were gazing with wide eyes, as Quaxo sat in the clearing, yet Jenny was scolding him. Two Mistoffelees? What next?
Quaxo made his other self vanish, and Jenny, blinked, seeing the cats gathered and staring at her from outside. Quaxo sat beside the twins, and the tribe looked incredulously at her. Admetus could not help the laughter that bubbled up from inside, and soon the whole tribe was laughing, while Jenny scowled at them. Then she rolled her eyes and drew into her den. Quaxo sighed, and turned to the twins as the tribe cats ventured off their own ways.
"Thanks guys. That's a neat trick!" He purred. The mystic twins smiled in sync and with a nod of their heads began to move back. Quaxo leaped in front of them and blinked.
"What is it Mistoffelees?" Tanto asked in her voice that seemed lost. Quaxo blinked.
"You guys always run off after a lesson! Could you please just come and hang out with me and Teazer and Jerrie?" He asked. The twins glanced at each other, then with a sigh Cori nodded.
"Alright. Just once." Cori meowed. The two cream and brown striped twins padded after Quaxo, as he led them over to the other twins…Cori and Tanto were barely any older than himself, Jerrie and Teazer. So Quaxo believed they should go and have fun with them too. The two sets of twins greeted each other and Quaxo led them towards the back of the Junkyard, feeling somewhat rebellious. Cori and Tanto glanced at each other, then Quaxo heard their voices in is head.
"What are you planning Misto?" Cori thought
"Yes. We can feel your rebellious and mischievous mood." Tanto added. Quaxo grinned and glanced at them both.
"We are going to do something epically fun." He replied mysteriously in his head. The twins could not read a cats mind unless the cat was saying something directly to them in their head. Quaxo however could fully invade ones privacy on a whim, and could feel the twins doubt radiating off them, and images of different dangerous things playing out in their heads. He smirked.
Ten minutes later they stood on the top Junk-Mountain, which was the nickname for the tallest pile of junk in the yard. For once the mystic twins faces themselves showed emotion. Tanto stared with huge round eyes down the steep pile, her jaw dropped wide, and her pelt bristling in horror. Cori looked a lot the same, but his mouth was shut. Quaxo laughed. Jerrie and Teazer looked surprised that the twins were so different than normal, but amusement was radiating off their pelts.
"It's easy!" Teazer purred, as she pushed the two onto two thick pieces of board. They were just the right size for surfing in the trash. Jerrie let out a cry of joy and leaped onto his board, sliding over the edge, and moving about the trash on the board. His joyful cries echoed across the junkyard.
"Wooo-hoooo!" He cried. Teazer went down next after him, squealing and giggling with joy. Quaxo gazed after her for a heartbeat, his eyes soft. Tanto snapped out of it and glanced over her shoulder at the young black tom curiously….they may not be able to read thoughts, but they could feel emotions. She blinked, but her forming thought was cut short as Quaxo flicked his tail. Their boards glowed for a heartbeat, before Quaxo shoved the two over the edge.
Tanto screeched in fear, and Cori yowled loudly, startled. Quaxo gave a laugh of sheer ecstasy, and leaped onto his board, coming down behind them. He leaned, and swerved to avoid junk, and watched the two sets of twins ahead of him. Finally Cori had let his inner teenager out, and was laughing loudly, his face filled with joy and adrenaline. Tanto soon took his lead after a long pause, and she began nimbly swerving around large junk. Cori was a bit more clumsy but he too was enjoying himself now. Quaxo watched as Jerrie hit the last jump. He got air, and jumped, all four paws splaying, before he landed. Teazer's air trick was a bit more daunting, and she spiraled briefly, and landed on one hind paw, before dropping back onto all fours. Cori was next. He narrowed his eyes, and leaned down so his speed increased. As he hit the air he leaped off the board, and landed against another shorter junk pile, pushing off and landing in front of the other two. Tanto was graceful. She hit the air and leaped from her board straight up she twirled, and summersaulted and then…came down off course, heading straight for Mungojerrie.
The calico striped tom's eyes widened and he reared onto his back paws, stretching his forepaws towards her. He caught her, and they swung in a circle, before Jerrie let one front paw touch the ground. Now he was crouched over her, his hind paws on either side of her back legs, he held her off the ground with one forepaw wrapped around her slender brown and cream back, and his other paw propped them above the ground. Their faces were close together and as they breathed heavily their warm breaths billowed in one another's faces. Quaxo was coming up fast but he did not fail to notice the feelings radiating off of Mungojerrie and Tantomile. And Coricopat did not either. Though he was subtle about it he lifted Tanto from Jerrie's paw and set her on her own four paws. He nudged Jerrie gratefully.
"Thanks…that could have gone wrong." He meowed, as Tanto looked a little ruffled from beside her brother. Jerrie cleared his throat and smiled at the other set of twins.
"No problem. Oi 'm jus' glad you two ar' loosenin' up some, ya know. Hanging ou'. W'oi love havin' you gois chill wit us." Jerrie said in a sincere tone.
Note. Remind me never to attempt to write an accent again… :P I am terrible at it.
Cori smiled, letting any negative feelings drift away.
"To be honest we do not get out much. We have never really done anything like this before." He meowed a bit sheepishly.
"It sort of feels good to show our emotions." Tanto said. Just then Quaxo launched off the junk. He flipped thrice in the air and fireworks of blue exploded from him. He landed nimbly in front of them with a smirk. They all laughed. Teazer blinked at him, placing a paw on his shoulder…he shifted nervously to his paws. He smiled.
"You always win." Teazer purred. Quaxo smirked.
"Always." He purred. Tanto and Cori laughed too.
"How come you don't show your emotions anyways guys?" Quaxo questioned when they all stopped laughing.
"Well…You show emotion all the time…we somehow scare people, and make them leave us in peace. You get hounded constantly. You're as popular as Tugger. Even the queens are all ogling over you." Cori meowed. Quaxo smiled in understanding.
"Ah…Everything has suddenly become so much clearer." He purred. They all laughed again and walked back into the Junkyard, Tanto and Cori on one side of him and Teazer and Jerrie on the other. The Jellicle's smirked in amusement at their resident gang of sorts. The teenaged cats, ruled the roost…or Junkyard, whatever you wanna call it. They were all happy, for in another weeks time the Jellicle ball would be upon them once more. And Quaxo felt very happy. He had a new family, a first name, his magical abilities were coming along, he had a few close knit friends, a deep and hidden love for one of them, Macavity had not…wait?
The tom had not bothered them. Macavity was up to something. He was going to wait for the Jellicle ball, and as Quaxo realized this he ran from his friends and to Munkustrap who lounged on the TSE-1 with Demeter. Trouble was brewing because for in all these weeks, in all this time, right here and now…Where was he? The simplest answer.
Macavity wasn't there.
Yay! Another chapter! Hope you guys enjoyed! Please R&R if you want. lol. :) And something wicked this way comes for the tribe. ;)