Quaxo's Secret Tale
By: Brittglamorra
Part 7
"I have come to speak to Macavity." Quaxo meowed in a strong and deep voice. His green eyes were blazing with determination, and cold amusement at the pathetic guard. This unnerved the guard, and he swallowed thickly.
"Who are you?!" He snarled. "Why would the great Napoleon of Crime want to see your pathetic little tail?" He snarled. Quaxo smirked, and shook his head, as though amused by this slightly larger toms antics.
"You fool! Who do you think your talking too?" He chuckled. "I am the cat of Her Majesty herself, as well as Macavity's own flesh and blood. I am his son Quaxo." He snarled. The cat narrowed his eyes.
"Prove it!" He snarled. Quaxo stepped back once, and rose to his full height, as his fur changed from tux, to sparkling black, and his paws crackled with blue electricity. The cat blinked, and his eyes widened, as he felt the power that emitted from this young cat…however there were very few magical cats in the world, and Macavity was suspected to be the only one. The tom snarled.
"Follow me." He stalked through a small hole in the wall of the seemingly abandoned warehouse….inside however there was light, and a huge training room, with shredded manikins of cats, and humans alike. A few toms fought together against a pollicle dog manikin and a few more fought amongst each other, performing tricky maneuvers, their claws tearing through their opponents fur. Some glanced up as the two came in, and the scraggy black tom, flicked his tail towards the door.
"Stalor! Go watch the entrance!" The puny cat ordered, as he led Quaxo around a corner. The tom immediately went out the hole.
There were rooms on all sides of them and as they walked down a long hall Quaxo could smell many cats, and hear snoring, or quiet conversations. He guessed that these were sleeping quarters. Quaxo followed the tom, while he calmly observed his surroundings. His soft paws fell silently on the cold stone floor. He noticed that he could hear the other toms pawsteps, slapping softly on the floor, and his fur swished as he moved. But Quaxo, like his father was completely silent. No sound of fur, not pawsteps…not even a breath. They turned another corner, and there were more doors…some smelled inhabited, but most smelled of various things. One had the scent of food drifting from within, and some the smell of waste. Some smelled of dangerous things, and some smelled alarmingly of blood.
Near the center of the hall there was a long corridor stretching off to one side, and it was dim and smelled of fear, pain and blood. Quaxo could make out rooms, where the doors had been removed, and replaced with bars. He could hear sobs, and pitiful mewls, and angry screams, and muttered curses. He sighed and walked on. At the end of the hall there were stairs, stretching up. The small tom led him up about twelve floors before he stopped on the top floor, and headed into a short hall. A large red-wood door stood at the end of the hall, and the tom halted outside of it. He tentatively knocked a paw on the door.
"Boss?" he called tentatively. There was a loud snarl from inside.
"What the hell do you want?!" Macavity spat in a savage tone. "I told you all I wanted no one to bother me!" He roared. Quaxo frowned. Though his voice was filled with rage and hatred, it was also subtly strained. The cat outside the door visibly winced.
"Um…Its me, Wilaric. I….errr…." he hesitated wondering what to say, and Macavity roared in fury.
"What is it Wil?!" He snarled furiously. "Don't waste my time!" Wilaric winced and blinked.
"Umm….there is a cat here to see you." He meowed in a trembling tone. Macavity snarled in annoyance.
"I told you I would see nobody anymore!" he hissed furiously. The cat winced again.
"But….this cat says he is your son, and he has magic." He meowed. There was a very long silence….you could hear nothing but the nervous rapid breaths of Wilaric and Quaxo waited.
"What does he look like?" Macavity snarled bitterly after a long moment.
"A black tuxedo tom with green eyes." Wilaric meowed, after a quick glance at Quaxo. Macavity growled low in his throat, the sound resonating through the door.
"Send him in." he growled. Wilaric opened the door, and pushed Quaxo roughly in before closing the door swiftly behind him. The retreating toms pawsteps echoed down the hall quickly.
Quaxo observed the room, his eyes curious and cautious. The room was dim, no lights on, but the faint moonlight filtering through the red painted windows, and making the room glow ever so faintly with a red hue. His eyes adjusted to the dim light of the utterly silent room…Shapes began to take form, and he could make out a desk at the far end of the room, standing before a large red painted window. There were papers scattered about on the desk, and a small bottle of what might have been rum. There was a small couch in front of his desk, and off to the sides of the room as well. There was a fireplace on one wall that was dark and cold, clearly unused. And Quaxo understood why. If there was any smoke coming out of the building it would alert humans, pollicles, and cats alike of the building was being used, though it was supposed to be abandoned.
Off in the other side of the room there was a cat carrier…The sight of it sitting there nearly made Quaxo shudder, and in the corner of the room there was a large cat bed, draped with blankets and pillows. Two ice blue eyes glared from on the bed. Quaxo could smell sickness in the air. It was a rank rotten smell, of burnt flesh and blood, rotting. Quaxo blinked at Macavity as he lay there glaring at the black cat.
"What do you want? Realized your Jellicle's are pathetic. Do you lust for the power I own?" He growled in a rasp. Quaxo blinked. He could feel the weakness of Macavity…the ginger Napoleon of Crime was dying. Quaxo blinked into the darkness again.
"No. I would like to speak with one of your Hench-cats." He meowed. Macavity growled.
"Who?" He asked.
"Griddlebone." Quaxo replied. Macavity was silent for a long moment before he spoke again.
"Why?" He growled darkly.
"I would rather keep that between her and I. But I promise you it does not affect you." He meowed calmly. There was a groan as Macavity shifted.
"Get out Quaxo." He snarled half-heartedly. Quaxo blinked and instead padded closer to the tom. Macavity stiffened, and breathed unevenly as he clenched whatever wound he bore. But still he hid it.
"What is wrong with you?" Quaxo asked quietly. Macavity growled, but then he sighed irritated, his eyes narrowed.
"You got your wish. You have killed me." He growled.
"But you still breath." Quaxo meowed. He was uncomfortable, thinking about what damage he may have inflicted.
"It is running out runt. You shot a hole through me." Macavity growled. Quaxo blinked…he wondered why Macavity was sharing his weakness with the black tom.
"Why has it not healed? Magicians can heal their wounds." Quaxo asked cautiously.
"I don't know…" Macavity paused. "Perhaps your magic is too powerful, or perhaps it has something to do with the fact that we share the same magic blood." He admitted reluctantly and grudgingly. Quaxo blinked.
"Perhaps I can heal it…if you allow me to talk to Griddlebone." Quaxo suggested quietly.
"Don't try and blackmail me runt! I don't need your help…" He paused as he moved, and grunted gritting his teeth. He stalked down from his bed and limped across the floor, trailing thick foul black blood. Quaxo narrowed his eyes, resisting the urge to wrinkle his nose at the overwhelming stench of rotting flesh that rolled over him.
"Everyone needs someone else's help sometimes." Quaxo spat calmly. Macavity blinked at the kit, his eyes dark and furious. But the pain that tore through him was unbearable. The bitter-sweet scent of whiskey on his breath billowed in Quaxo's face, but drinking did NOTHING to ease the pain. It only seemed to bring some light headed sensation that faded away in minuets, and left the fiery pain unbearable and without relief. He faltered….Macavity had longed for death so many times, but know that it was near, he found himself struggling to fight for life. He was the Hidden Paw! He would not bow! He had a whole army of cats to lead, and many operations yet to accomplish. He considered the kits offer. He doubted Griddlebone would ever betray him. Not after he had saved her from Growltigers ship many years ago. He knew he had her in his paws. So what harm could there be in letting the wretched tux speak to her?
Macavity snarled, and snorted angrily.
"Fine." He growled. Quaxo blinked. Suddenly he was very nervous. He knew how to do this effectively to himself now, and knew how to do it to another cat…but he would have to get close to Macavity, and force himself to WANT to heal him. With a swallow he walked slowly up to Macavity, who stood stiff as a board, staring at the tom while he approached. Quaxo blinked, inspecting the lean ginger tom, then blinked.
"Lay down." He ordered. Macavity did not move for some time, reluctant to take orders from anyone let alone this vile little beast. But then he crouched with a grunt and rolled onto his flank. Quaxo blinked in shock. There was a deep wound in Macavity's stomach, black burned skin crusted around the edges with pus, and dark and evil black blood that smelled of rot-food dribbling from the wound…it did not seem to want to heal, even naturally. Quaxo wrinkled his nose with a cringe, and crouched behind his father, at his back. Macavity was stiff, but staring at the young tom with guarded curiosity. If Quaxo could heal him then he would know the true meaning of power. Few cats could heal another with their powers…when they did so the magic cat absorbed the wound, and suffered from it momentarily...If the magic cat was not careful, or if they were too weak, then they could die from the absorption. Quaxo lay behind his father and pressed close, his own body tense. He rested the tip of his tail on the wound gently, and Macavity winced, but noticed that the tail no longer had a white tip, but was sparkling black.
"Finally dropped your stupid magic word?" Macavity growled bitterly. Quaxo narrowed his eyes.
"Presto." He growled, and there was a blue glow from his body…the pupils vanished from his eyes and left two glowing purple tinged, green orbs. The blue glow slowly spread over Macavity, and it brought Macavity's powers to the surface. The blue glow mingled with Macavity's golden glow, and white light came from Macavity's wound. Quaxo could feel the fire begin to spread through his stomach…he winced, and simply clamped his jaws shut as he focused…it was more effort than he had ever used before and pain erupted in his recently injured head as well. Finally after what seemed like a lifetime the pain began to ebb away and Quaxo opened his eyes, his glow dying down. Macavity instantly jerked away from him, and stood tall, glaring down at the panting tux…yes he was a tux once more, stars no longer dusting his pelt. Quaxo stared up at him as he panted, weariness in his eyes. Quaxo did not expect any thanks, and none was given. Macavity hesitated…he could kill him right now…but then again…He hissed.
"Griddlebone's room is on the floor below this one, the first door on the right." He growled. With a flick of his tail all mess and rotten smell vanished, replaced by cedar wood and whiskey. He stalked back over to his bed and leaped up, settling into the blankets, and glaring at Quaxo. The ginger fiend would not show how weak and exhausted he still was. Quaxo had stopped panting and glared back at him, before he turned and stalked from the room, closing the door silently behind him. He walked back down the highest flight of stairs, and into a hallway.
The first door on the right appeared, and he veered towards it. He knocked once and after a brief pause a sweet and seductive voice answered him.
"Come in." It called. Quaxo opened the door, and slipped into the room, before closing it behind him, and staring at the queen. The room was dimly lit with candle light, and a beautiful white Persian queen stretched out on red silk blankets and pillows. Her eyes sparkled a beautiful pale sapphire, and her bright blue collar gleamed with diomands. A beautiful white gold heart shaped tag hung from the collar. The queens tail lashed about gently, in graceful movements, and she watched the young tom with interest.
"Griddlebone?" Quaxo asked, completely un-phased by her beauty. She smiled in amusment.
"Yes. What can I do for you Stockings?" She asked. Quaxo blinked and replied.
"I need to ask you a personal question. Please do not be angry with me." He meowed. The queen perked up with interest.
"What is it?" She asked. Quaxo sighed.
"You are Victoria's mother?" He asked. Griddlebone blinked slowly, tensing.
"who are you?" She asked.
"I am called Quaxo. I come from the Jellicle's. She is a dear friend of mine." He meowed. Griddlebone blinked in nervous confusion.
"Only the four old cats know of this. How do you?" She asked.
"I figured it out myself. I need your help." He meowed. Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"What has happened?" She snarled.
"Victoria has got a disease. Talhoma or something like that. I can't remember…but she is dying and she needs blood from a family member to save her." He meowed. Griddlebone stiffened.
"You will find no help from me!" She hissed. "I gave her to the Jellicle's so she would live a safe and comfortable life! I am not her mother! Jellylorum is. Find some other cat to help you!" She spat. Quaxo narrowed his eyes.
"You were trying to protect her yet you will not save her now?!" He spat. She winced, but held firm.
"No. Do you know they need a lot of blood for that. It leaves the other cat weak for days. Weakness is unacceptable here!" She spat. Quaxo blinked.
"Who else is her kin? Ella is in Canada for a few months. There is no one else…" He growled…then his eyes widened. "Who is her father?" He growled low in his throat. Griddlebone was about to retort when the second part of the question surfaced. She froze and stared at him for a long time, her eyes unreadable.
"Who do you think?" She growled quietly. He paused for a long time…then he realized something…this room was nicer than Macavity's himself. The queen slept alone here, and was healthy, and respected…his eyes slowly widened in realization.
"M…Macavity?" He stammered. Griddlebone did not respond, but the look she gave him was conformation enough.
"Who do you think I was protecting her from?" She whispered furiously. "Did you never hear what Macavity did to his last mate when he found out she was pregnant…She died, and he killed the kits." Quaxo visibly flinched, and his eyes narrowed considerably.
"I know what happened all too well….better than most." He growled. Griddlebone gave him a curious tilt of her elegant head and he sighed. "Likia was my mother. Macavity is my father." He growled. Griddlebone gaped at him. Then something snapped in her. She leaped up so fast, and moved in front of him, inches from him, her ears flat and her long ivory claws out. She was about to attack him, but he held up a sparking paw, his fur turning all black. She hesitated then stepped back still glaring.
"Get out now! There is no help for you here! Leave!" She roared. Quaxo narrowed his eyes.
"Your daughter will die, and it will be your fault." He said. He turned without looking to see her reaction, and walked out, closing the door silently behind him.
He vanished from the spot and reappeared in the Jellicle junkyard…he knew what he had to do. He stalked into Jenny's den. Cats had crowded around outside, and Skimble guarded the entrance. Demeter bristled and looked at him funny as he passed. He smelled of Macavity and blood! But she said nothing, and he vanished past Skimble, who let him in. the den was quiet inside, and Jenny was crouched over Victoria's motionless body, dabbing her head with a soaked cold cloth. She looked up as he padded in.
"What happened?" she asked quietly. Quaxo's expression was grave.
"I found her, and spoke to her but she will not help. I know who Victoria's father is, but he will not help either. So I found her brother instead, and he has agreed to help." Quaxo meowed quietly. Jenny stared at him.
"What? Where is he?" She asked. Quaxo blinked.
"Your looking at him." He replied softly. Jenny blinked in complete and utter confusion….until she pieced it together.
"Macavity is her father?!" She gasped. Quaxo nodded gravely.
"I hope my blood is strong enough." He meowed. Jenny hesitated.
"Quaxo…I…You can't…" She broke off as Victoria moaned in her sleep, the sound filled with fear and pain. Jenny shivered, and she nodded. "Get up onto the other bed." She meowed. Quaxo climbed up on the bed next to his sister, and he lay down closing his eyes. He felt a sharp prick as Jenny stuck a needle into his foreleg.
"I will be taking a lot of blood." She murmured. Quaxo only nodded. Jenny connected the needle to a strange device, and the other end she stuck into Victoria's foreleg, and wrapped it in place with a piece of white cloth. She wrapped some around Quaxo's paw too, and stuck a needle full of strange queen liquid into the bag, that was slowly filling with blood. The red liquid mixed with the green liquid making it look almost metallic silvery. Jenny stepped back and watched, as the transfer took place. Quaxo moaned softly as he began to feel very light-headed and dizzy. His eyes fluttered closed and he fell into a dark and silent sleep…
Until he could suddenly hear Victoria's thoughts. She was screaming in disbelief and terror…Quaxo realized she had heard every word he had said to Jenny, about who her parents were. He gently entered her mind, and she immediately noticed his presence.
"Is it true Misto?!" she demanded. Quaxo sighed.
"Yes. It is. I am sorry." He meowed. Victoria let out a series of sobs in her head, and Quaxo tried to comfort her.
"B…but Jelly is my mom…" She sobbed. Quaxo sighed gently.
"She still is Vicky. Blood is not important. Just look at me. I was raised by Rum Tum Tugger." He meowed. She blinked away her tears.
"b…" She started. Quaxo cut her off.
"Its ok Vicky. What does it matter? Macavity does not know you are his, so you are safe. You have a lot of cats here who love you, and did Jelly not raise you as one of her own? Treat you with the same love and respect she did her other kits?" He asked gently. Vicky took a shuddering breath.
"Yeah." She meowed. Quaxo smiled.
"Then why do you need a cat who abandoned you and a cat who would have killed you?" He asked. "You don't…and besides…I am your brother…and I loved you like a sister before I ever even knew." He meowed. She nodded with a trembling sigh.
"Ok. I'm sorry Misto. I do have family here. I don't need criminals in my life." She muttered venomously. She smiled brightly at her half-brother. "Thank you for saving my life…" She whispered…but then Quaxo pulled from her thoughts and swam in his own. At least her mother was alive. That was his last thought before darkness completely carried him into unconsciousness, unable to control or think at all. Only endless, thick darkness.
It was a long time before Quaxo woke again. When he did his head was foggy, and he felt as though he had swallowed cotton. He was dizzy and felt weak and shivery. He tried to stand, but found he could not. Then he realized it was dark. He was in a soft bed of blankets, and his sister was curled up close to him, sleeping, tail over her nose. She smelled healthy again, and her breathing was even and steady. Quaxo coughed lightly, and a second later Jenny appeared, heavy bags under her eyes. Quaxo blinked up at her, and she smiled gently.
"Hey dear…are you feeling alright?" She asked softly. Quaxo found his voice was uncooperative but tried.
"Thirsty." He rasped dryly. Jenny nodded. Quaxo did not miss the worry in her voice. She fetched him a small green bowl and set it down next to him. He reached out his head shakily, and lapped greedily at the cool and refreshing water…it gave him a little strength, but he was still weak.
"Is that better dear?" she asked gently. Quaxo nodded.
"Yes…but Jenny, what's wrong? I know something is bothering you." He meowed. She blinked softly.
"You have been out for two days…it really affected you badly…did you do anything that day? That might have weakened you?" She asked. He blinked and then realization hit him.
"Popping all over the place does not help…and I had to heal a cat who had a bad wound…he was dying." He meowed. Jenny blinked her eyes sad.
"Quaxo your actions are admirable, but don't you know that healing bad enough wounds can hurt you very badly? You could even die." She meowed with a frown. Quaxo looked up at her pondering this over.
"I would give my life for any cat…and to take a life would be the worst thing on the entire planet." He meowed. Jenny smiled gently.
"You are a good cat Quaxo. You show none of your fathers traits except perhaps his speed and skill. But your heart is pure, while his is shadowed." She meowed. Quaxo smiled at her.
"Because I have all of you…he did too, but he chose to ignore that." He meowed. Jenny stared at him for a very long time.
"You are indeed a very clever cat Quaxo." She murmured. "You will be a good leader like Munk one day too." She added. Quaxo swallowed.
"I still don't know if that was a good idea." He murmured.
"What?" Jenny asked.
"Making a cat, barely any older than a kit, Jellicle Protector." He muttered. Jenny blinked in the faint candlelight.
"Quaxo. Though you are young you are a good cat, and would do anything to protect our tribe. There is no cat better suited to the job." She meowed. Quaxo smiled softly.
"Thanks Jenny." He meowed, pushing his doubts away. "I just don't want to fail them." He meowed. He stared at the floor his green eyes gleaming in the faint light. Jenny smiled with a sigh.
"You won't Quaxo. I know you won't. In the end it will be you who saves us." She meowed. Quaxo blinked at her, feeling something stir inside of him. His ears flicked, as weariness dragged at him again.
"I am tired Jenny." He said in an almost kittenish voice. Jenny smiled.
"Sleep Quaxo…when you wake we shall go out into the warm afternoon sun and hunt some plump mice, then make some delicious mouse loaf…We will eat in the clearing where it is warm and sunny, while we watch the rest of the tribe…" Her voice was fading slowly as Quaxo fell asleep. "Cassie and Alonzo will be lying together on the car. Deut will be sleeping on the Tire. The kittens will be playing on one side of the clearing while the older toms will be practicing battle moves on the other side…Tugger will be swooning about, surrounded by all the queens. Munk will be sitting somewhere high watching the yard…Tanto and Cori will be basking on the Tire with Deut, while they watch Teazer and Jerrie wrestle in the clearing. All will be quiet and peaceful, and there will be cars honking far in the distance, and birds singing nearby…" Quaxo dropped into a peaceful slumber, dreaming of what Jenny had said…He could see Vicky sitting and talking shyly with Cori, and Jenny lay outside her den with Skimble, gazing over the quiet tribe. Quaxo himself practiced moves with Teazer and Jerrie, his tux pelt shining in the bright hazy sunshine…
When Quaxo woke in the morning the den was active and cheerful. He could smell someone frying mice or something on the old grill and he could smell fresh milk. He smiled and rose from the pile of blankets where he had been sleeping. He felt stronger than he had in a long time and he shakily rose to his paws, and tested them out. Pounce and Tumble leaped over to him, and tackled him back into the blankets. Quaxo laughed, staring up at the kits who were bigger than he was.
"Rats! Grrr…off!" He meowed shoving the pair of them off him. He grinned at them as they rolled backwards, then leaped to their paws.
"Quaxo! You'll never guess what!" The brown and white tom kit (Tumble) squeaked in joy.
"What?" Quaxo asked, with a wide smile…their happiness was contagious.
"Munks best friend from Kitten hood has returned to the junk yard!" He announced.
"Who?" He asked.
"He is called Streaktuftalus." He meowed. "Or Talus for short." He added. Quaxo blinked.
"Yeah and he is soooo cool!" Pounce added excitedly. Quaxo furrowed his brown in thought.
"Lead the way." He meowed. The tom kittens led him into the clearing where the tribe was gathered in a huddle. As soon as the tribe cats noticed Quaxo they parted allowing their Jellicle protector through. They all looked pleased that he was well again.
"Mistoffelees! Theres a new cat!" Admetus purred.
"Or rather an old one." Skimble meowed.
"He is so cool Misto!" Jerrie put in. Quaxo emerged from among the cats, and halted, in front of Munkus. The silver tabby tom was standing next to his opposite. Munk was silver with vivid black stripes, and pale blue eyes, but this cat was black and fuzzy with silver streaks running through his fur. His orangish-amber eyes reminded Quaxo of a fiery sunset. He blinked. And strangest of all his tail was curled around one of his legs. Quaxo narrowed his eyes…something about this cat was strangely familiar, yet he could not put his paw on it…he noticed a few other kittens giving the tom strange looks as well. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Munk spoke.
"Ah Quaxo! Talus. This is the new Jellicle protector Quaxo Mistoffelees. He is um…He is Likia's only surviving kit." He meowed. Something unreadable passed through the toms eyes and he smiled warmly at the small tom.
"Hello Misto. I am Streaktuftalus. I am your mothers brother." He meowed. Quaxo's jaw dropped.
"Your my uncle?" He asked. The tom nodded.
"Yep." This cats voice was strong and deep, and somehow sounding arrogant, despite his warm smile. He looked calm and relaxed, yet perfectly cool. He was clearly the fun rebel of the family. Quaxo blinked. This tom was tall and slender, built a lot like Quaxo, and Quaxo wondered if he would grow tall one day too…like his father, like his uncle…like Tugger. He smiled in welcoming.
"Welcome back to the junkyard." Quaxo greeted him warmly. The tom smiled.
"Thanks Protector." He purred.
The cats gradually dispersed and Munk led his lifelong friend to his old den, which Quaxo had not noticed before. And Quaxo returned to Jenny's den to find his sister.
"Hey Vicky." He purred in greeting. She smiled.
"Hi Misto." She purred. Quaxo was cut off as Jenny came into the room with a stack of bowls, and a pitcher of cream. Skimble had returned and followed her in with a platter filled with fried mice. (Did anyone get that joke? Eh? Lol) She set them on the table and Quaxo and Vicky padded up to the table, sitting down and being served. They ate breakfast with Jenny's family and the kittens, then Quaxo returned to his den, and Vicky returned to Jelly's den. She was still unsure of where her heart lay.
Quaxo sighed as he curled up in his pipe. He rolled his eyes as he heard Tugger…'entertaining', some queen deeper in the pipe. He snorted.
"You Tugs! I'm home so keep it down!" He called. There was a long drawn out silence then a huff.
"Errm…Whatever you say kit!" Came Tugger's breathless, and strained reply. Quaxo rolled his eyes again then closed them, drifting into sleep. Darkness stole over his dreams…
Quaxo hissed as he was jostled about by countless bodies.
"Stop! Back off!" He yowled desperately. The cats smiled stupidly at him. He began to recognize faces. Bomba, Demeter, Pounce, Tumble, Jenny, Vicky, Etcy. He yowled as they pressed in on him, crushing him in the heat and pressure of their bodies.
"Misto! Show us some tricks!" Some cat yowled. A chorus of agreement rose up. Quaxo howled in fear, as he realized he was completely black with sparkles dancing on his dark pelt. He blinked and desperately tried to change back to himself, but it did not work…He tried again and again, but he could not.
"No! Its me Quaxo!" He yowled. The cats pressed in harder.
"Who is Quaxo?" The asked in a robotic unison. He shivered violently.
"Me! Me! I am Quaxo!" He howled. He still could not change back.
"No you are not. You are Mr. Mistoffelees. Show us a trick!" The echoed as one. He struggled to get away and ran into Jenny.
"Jenny!" He said desperately. She nearly fainted.
"Mistoffelees talked to me!" She breathed falling in Asparagus's arms. He flinched.
"Munk?" He asked.
"Misto. You're the best Jellicle protector..in fact you can have my position! Everybody! Mistoffelees is the new Jellicle Leader!" He yowled. Cheers of joy rose from the crowd. Quaxo ran and ran straight into Tugger's chest. The big tom stepped back and gave him a dazzling cocky grin.
"Hey Misto!" he greeted. Quaxo flinched.
"No! It's Quaxo! It's Quaxo!" He yowled. Tugger gave him and amused look.
"Stop playing games Misto! There is no cat named Quaxo in the junkyard." Tugger laughed. Quaxo shrunk.
"But I am Quaxo." He breathed. Tugger rolled his eyes.
"No. You are Magical Mr. Mistoffelees…and there isn't any need for me to shout it!" Tugger purred.. Quaxo pressed his paws to his ears as they all closed in, cheering his magical name….
"Misto! Misto! Misto!"
Quaxo woke with a jolt in his nest. His blankets were all around him kicked about, and some were shredded. He felt a light touch on his shoulder. He jumped and turned to see Tugger. Quaxo's eyes were wide, and his breathing was heavy.
"Quaxo?" Tugger asked nervously. Quaxo sighed in relief and collapsed against the big tom trembling.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Tugger asked.
No." Quaxo meowed. "Not yet." He added. Tugger nodded in understanding. Quaxo pressed close to him and Tugger curled around him falling asleep. Soon both toms breathing was even and their flanks rose and fell in sync. A bundle of black, gold and white. Two pale green eyes peered from the end of the den, and softened as Tugger comforted the young tom. Bomba smiled gently and withdrew into the shadows, feeling rather tired and happy. She curled up in Tugger's nest, breathing in his warm and alluring scent, and drifting off into sleep. All three were in a peaceful place….
Little did Quaxo know tomorrow his life would change in some ways forever…
OOOOH! Cliffie. Sorry. Lol. :3 Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review if you want! ^^