The Magic Is Born

by WolfHuntressOfTheNight

One summer night, in the black of midnight, a tiny kitten is born. But then, his mother is killed by her own husband, leaving the newborn and his older brother to fend for themselves until they are found by Skimbleshanks. Little does anyone know, that the tiny little kitten has been born with his father's gift…

2. Meet Misto

A/N

Okay, I just want to clear up some confusions here. Jellicle cats are indeed, the humanoid-version of cats that we do see in the musical. They can appear as the regular cats, like the ones we see in our household. My sister came up with a theory that in the center of each junkyard, the cat is actually the size of a human, but the junk is actually abnormally bigger. No human is allowed to know that cats could turn into freaking human-sized animals with incredible dancing abilities, for obvious reasons (yes, I'm writing another Cats fanfic about that), so that's why Jellicles live in secluded areas, for example, a junkyard. They're human enough to do things like drink coffee and eat chocolate, stuff like that, but they still eat mice at the same time. Thanks to one of my readers for bringing this topic to my attention. (Also, so glad you enjoyed the bagpipes part. That was one of my favorite moments of the chapter as well). Also, I know the songs in the Jellicle Ball are in a different order than they are in the musical, but I believe it's all in a different order every year. This takes place a little over six years before 'Cats The Musical'. So, it'll be a long and hard journey, but we'll get there! Anyways, thanks! See ya!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the song lyrics in this chapter. Thank you for understanding.

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Chapter Two: Meet Misto
(Bombalurina's POV)

"Okay everyone! I need you all to listen to me! Pouncival, I want you to somewhere up there! Why?! Well...because that's the only place I can think of! Now, Rumpleteazer...I would like you to go with your brother-ARGH! Why, Jemima?! Why?!" I laughed as my younger sister Demeter tried to herd the kittens around like a little flock of sheep, which was clearly failing. The other thing that made it funny was that she had a camera strapped to her forehead, determined to capture every bit of this, no matter of insane or bizarre it ended up getting, which no doubt it would. But I could see why she would want to capture this. After all, it was their first ever Jellicle Ball.

You see, the law for Jellicles used to be that only Jellicles aged ten and over could join in, but some other tribes complained to the main Jellicle leader (who's kind of like the queen of all Jellicles. Yes, I understand how weird that sounds in our case), and she agreed to change it. Now, any age could join. Everyone in our tribe got excited about this, so tonight, Demeter had a camera strapped to her forehead (another one would be nestled safely somewhere else in the Junkyard while we danced) so that she could capture it all.

The tribe had grown very much, so all of the new kittens could enjoy it for the first time. We had some new arrivals over the past few years. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer got the baby sister they asked for, just a few months after Misto and Alonzo arrived. Her name ended up being Victoria-she was a pure white kitten with gorgeous sky colored eyes. Two years after her, they all had a fourth baby sibling, another queen, named Jemima. Pouncival and Tumblebrutus got a baby sister as well, named Etcetera. She was a very bubbly kitten, always prancing around with her friends. I became an aunt to two little queens. First Electra, the core tomboy, then Sillabub, whom was the exact opposite of her sister, a very practical, pink-loving queenkit. A pair of psychic twins, named Coricopat and Tantomile, who were seven right now, had come three years ago. The latest addition had been a trio of tomkits. All brothers. Admetus (who was twelve), Carbucketty (seven) and Plato (six). Exotica and Cassandra were still here, and I could see that Cassandra was starting to get a little crush on Alonzo.

And of course, Misto and Alonzo. It wasn't long after Alonzo turned four that Misto had begun to speak and totter around the den after his brother. As expected by everyone, they had just about the closest bond this Junkyard has ever seen. Misto's personality developed fast, and let's just say, it was a relief when he turned out to be the exact opposite to his biological father. He made friends with just about everyone, cared for our tribe deeply, made sure everyone was getting along, and was always smiling. He was just so happy. Misto, who was now five, turning six very soon, was friends with everybody, and absolutely adored the rest of the tribe.

Everyone was so excited about tonight. Demeter, on the other paw, was completely stressed. Before the Jellicle Ball starts, we all have to hide around the clearing. So, Demeter put herself in charge of the task of getting the unruly kittens to hide. She was getting help from everyone else, but it was rough.

"Okay, Alonzo, you go back here with Jemima, and Etcetera, go up there with Admetus! Silla, stay back there with the twins. Yes, both sets of twins! Bomba! Help me!"

Once again bursting into laughter, I went over and sorted everyone out. Everyone went to their assigned places. Well, mostly everyone. The real problem we had was Tumblebrutus. You see, Tumble likes to read. A little too much. We couldn't get him away from his book. So, he made a fuss. And we had to call his mother over. Well, Jelly dealt with that in no time flat. She was much better at this stuff than we were. At least Tumble didn't act like his two roughhousing siblings, Pouncival and Etcetera.

I went onto the other side of the Junkyard, squeezing between a pile of tires and a large mound of cans and bottles. Perfect. I looked up at the moon. An enormous black cloud was coming. And I mean pitch black, like a cloud of darkness coming to cover the moon. Normally, a human would call the police and say that this event is a natural phenomenon, but I got excited when this happened. Once it covers the moon, the ball begins. Our eyes light up gold until the cloud passes, and that's when we begin to sing.

Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder. I jumped and turned around. There was little Misto, eyes the color of a golden sunset looking up at me in concern. "What's wrong, honey?" I asked. He looked worried about something, and this was a cause of concern.

Misto, nearly six, was very ready for his first Jellicle Ball. He had been planning all week, begging us to sing the songs over and over again, and practicing the numbers when he thought nobody could hear him. But from down the hall of our den, I could hear the small 'click clack' of tap shoes, or Misto practicing the parts he would sing, and the choreography that went along with it. Whenever me, Tugger, or Alonzo went into his and Alonzo's room (they shared one, but it was quite big), he would stop dancing and stumble about, trying to look like he was casually leaning against his bedpost, pretending he tripped or something. We would all agree, playing along, and then leave, closing the door, smiling to ourselves as he continued to prance around while hidden from view.

Misto had a talent with dance. One that I hadn't seen for a long time. I haven't exactly seen him do a lot of dancing, but when I open the door and see his pale face flushed red, or when I hear his dancing feet from down the corridor, I feel like I'm missing something earth shattering. Usually, there's a tribe dancer, who would be the one to lead us in the main dance number of the Jellicle Ball, and they had one person who helped them out, though the person who helped them usually had one main job: the opening ceremony, or as most call it, The 'Invitation' To The Jellicle Ball. And when the tribe's lead dancer was old enough, they got the choreograph the Jellicle Ball. The only numbers they didn't make the coreo for is the song cats numbers. Whichever cat the song is about choreographs their own number.

Back when I was a kitten, I lead the tribe in the Jellicle Ball, as the head dancer. It was probably the best job anybody could ever ask for. It was a huge honor, and extremely fun to. As the tribes last head dancer, I was the only one who got to know which cats lead us in the Jellicle Ball. Last time, it was me and my friend Neeva, Cassandra and Exotica's now sadly deceased mother. She, Dem and I were as tightly knit as you can get. Of course, I know she was reborn as another cat, and that's what she would've wanted, but it's still incredibly depressing to think of her as gone.

Misto waved his little paw in front of my face snapping me out of my daze. "Mommy, I feel funny." He said. The small whiskers near his nose were twitching. His whiskers twitched when he was anxious.

I rested my paws on his shoulders. "Don't worry. This happened to me on my first ball too. It's just a feeling. The Jellicle Ball alightens our senses fully, it..." I searched for right words. "It ignites sparks we didn't even know we had inside of us. It's natural for you to feel a little weird your first time." I kissed him on the cheek. "Now, go off to your spot before Aunt Demeter reaches her breaking point."

"She reached it a long time ago." I heard Tugger call from above us. He winked at Misto, who giggled, and then ran off to his spot, stumbling over his own to feet as he went. Somehow, while the little angel was nimble on his feet dancing, he didn't have a way with running.

I placed my hands on my hips, raising my eyebrows at my mate. "Reached it a long time ago? Look who's talking Mr. Curious Cat." I said, blowing a kiss at him as I sauntered to my starting place. The ball was about to begin, and this was one year I wasn't planning to miss.

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(Alonzo's POV)

I nervously tapped my claws against the surface of the TSE car. Munkustrap, who was right next to me, sighed. "Alonzo, don't be so nervous." He smiled. "It'll be okay."

How could I not be nervous? It was my first Jellicle Ball. My first time ever being allowed to go to what was apparently the literal best thing in the world for Jellicles. From what I've heard from Mom, some of her best memories are from the Jellicle Ball.

As the massive black cloud that had covered over the moon disappeared, Aunt Demeter stealthily crawled out of the sewer pipe, her golden fur shining. A pair of headlights shone on her, and she hissed, darting away skittishly (yes, she'd taken the camera off by then).

Munkustrap slid out onto the top of the TSE Car, and the music started. Cassandra, on the other side of the junkyard, gracefully glided on her stomach several feet away from where she was hiding. Her ever changing eyes momentarily hazel in the dim light, suddenly changing to a blue the color of the summer sky. Her long tail moved back and forth as she lifted her paw daintily.

Skimbleshanks jumped out from where he was positioned, sniffing the air in an almost nervous manner. I smiled, and anticipated when I was supposed to come out. Pouncival, one of Misto's good friends, leaped out onto and old chair high on top of one of the junk piles. I'm not sure why Jellylorum let the small ragdoll kitten do that. She's usually the overprotective kind. Then again, I am too.

Coricopat and Tantomile, two of my best friends, ran out in-sync from where they were. Their red markings matched those of the clouds lining the moon, their different colored eyes reflecting the silvery pale lighting. Cori and Tant looked to the left, then to the right, almost as if they were checking for somebody. Those two always have seemed to notice things that we can't, see things that aren't there. Electra, my younger cousin, Munkustrap's older daughter, popped up on the other side of the junkyard, looking around. The tortoiseshell kitten sniffed the air expectantly, mimicking Skimble's movements. I saw Munk smile on the other side of the TSE, clearly proud that his little girl was going to the Jellicle Ball for the first time.

Dad slid out from the junk pile that he was hiding in. I grinned, and was tempted to wave from where I was. His golden mane (can we just say Tugger has his mane here, dear readers? It makes it so much easier for us writers. Thank you for your cooperation) glinted in the moonlight, along with his sparkling, azure eyes. Dad's claws were out, and ready for anything. Finally, Aunt Demeter emerged from the pipe again, her eyes darting everywhere nervously.

Uncle Munkustrap crawled slowly off of the top of the TSE Car, and ended up in the center of the junkyard. Everybody's head turned to him, watching as the silver tabby slowly stood. And he started our first Jellicle Ball, a night I would never forget, with one single line: "Are you blind when your born?"

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(Victoria's POV)

I crept into the center of the junkyard, the pale moonlight glistening off of my fur. My tail brushed my legs, and tiny bits of dust and dander flying everywhere. As Bombalurina, my dance teacher, disappeared into the shadows, the junkyard went silent, and empty, except for me. The Naming Of Cats had just finished, and it was time, for my solo.

Time, to open, the Jellicle Ball.

Breathing heavily, petrified, I slowly lifted my leg up, and started the slow, but peaceful and gorgeous dance Bomba helped me choreograph. I slowly shifted my position on my foot slightly, facing the right. I pointed my leg outwards after that, but brought it back in, clawing at my knee slightly. Finally, I lifted my leg high above my head, balancing on the tip of my toe. I pointed my other toe when I raised it above my head. I felt my leg brush my ear, then quickly brought it down again, and slid into a right leg split on the ground, my arms raised above my head gracefully, stretching them towards the sky. After the split, I curled my legs in closer towards the back of my head, straining them.

Coiled on the ground, I raked my claws through the air, bringing my arm down again. I rolled up onto the back of my shoulder blades, balancing, and flutter kicked my legs towards the glimmering, starry night sky. At last, I sat up, my legs bent, curled in towards my chest, my arms poised, as the song finished. Smiling, I tried not to scream with joy. I couldn't break 'character'.

After a short break, a tiny tuxedo cat darted out of the pipe, and broke me out of the trance-like state. Mistoffelees, one of my best friends in the whole wide world, grinned at me from where he was standing above. His golden eyes sparkled brightly, his friendly smile wider than ever.

"Jellicle Cats, come out tonight, Jellicle Cats, come one, come all," He sang, and helped me up, grabbing my paws and twirling me around. I giggled, and started singing the invitation with him, as the rest of the cats started to come out.

"The Jellicle Moon is shining bright," we sang together, looking into the other's eyes. "Jellicles, come to the Jellicle Ball."

Misto went on to finish the song on his own, as the rest of the tribe emerged from where they were. Jemima, my little sister, wouldn't let go of my leg, smiling and laughing. She was only three years old, her warm brown eyes filled with happiness and love. I tried to shake her off, but her tiny claws were very strong. Her short black and white tail linked with mine, winding them together in a secret language. I smiled, and kissed her forehead lightly. Jemima, who had yet to ever speak a word to another cat in the junkyard, only squealed with glee and jumped towards some of her other friends.

"Jellicle Cats, come out tonight, Jellicle's come to the Jellicle Ball," Mistoffelees finished, waving his arms around mystically in the air, and Munkustrap, the tribe's protector took over, and everybody except for me kneeled down on the ground. I only looked at the moon, as we had choreographed prior to the ball. I waved my paw to the moon, like I was saying hi to it. Munkustrap described what the true point of the Jellicle Ball is-for one Jellicle Cat from every tribe, including ours, to be reborn.

You see, when cats die, we don't go to Heaven, like humans. Our souls get reborn in the Heaviside Layer. We don't remember anything from our past life, nor are we supposed to. Each cat has only nine times to be physically reborn, while their spirits live on in the Heaviside. Sure, when cats die regularly, our souls still get reborn in the Heaviside, but getting chosen at the Jellicle Ball is a special honor, usually reserved for one of the elders.

As the invitation to the ball finished, Sillabub, one of my friends, raced up, and tickled me. Her grey eyes that looked exactly like her father's danced, her frizzy golden fur almost identical to her mother's. "Vicky, Vicky, you did awesome! I didn't know you could dance like that!" She shouted, hugging me tightly, like a little ball of fluff and fuzz clinging to me.

Etcetera, another little ball of fluff-fuzz jumped on top of me laughing. She laughed, her arms tightly wrapped around me. "Vicks, that was amaz-tastic!" Etcy loved making up words, and made up at least five gazillion new ones daily. "You're like a superhero!" She placed her paws on her hips, the tabby kittens pearl white fangs showing as she beamed her best smile.

"Or a princess." Young Silla said, giving me a little curtsey.

I smiled, a gracious thank you to the two kittens, but waved them off. "I'm honored you two, but I'm not anything special. It was just dancing." Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Alonzo, Misto's older brother, telling him similar things to what my friends were saying to me. Misto smiled sweetly, blushing at every Alonzo said to him, waving his paws around and saying something.

"Just dancing!" Silla cried, making me turn back to her, and Etcetera shook her head overdramatically. "It was beautiful!"

Tantomile and Coricopat slunk past us, their tails intertwined just as Jem and mine were not too long before.

The psychic twins gave Misto a look, and the tiny tuxedo seemed to sense something. He sniffed the air, and looked around, his ears pricked up. The sequins on his bow tie sparkled in the moonlight. He suddenly gasped, and crawled forwards. "Old Deuteronomy," He said, suddenly smiling "Grandpa," he murmured underneath his breath. Coricopat and Tantomile confirmed his claim.

"I believe it is Old Deuteronomy." They said, their different colored eyes gleaming.

Mistoffelees turned to Munkustrap, who nodded, smiling, telling Misto to go get him. Somewhere, music we could somehow all here started playing; a soft, gorgeous flute, with melodies so dense, you would think, you could cut it with a knife. Mistoffelees darted off, ducking underndeath an old curtain rod.

I turned to Etcetera, and we both started singing, Sillabub starting a little later.

"Well of all things, can it be really,

Yes no ho hi, oh my eye

My mind may be wandering

But I confess

I believe it is Old Deuteronomy"

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(Mistoffelees's POV)

I ran along the thin trail, dodging little pieces of junk every now and then. Crawling over an old bed frame, I finally emerged into the much smaller clearing than Grandpa was going to be in. He was sitting on the hood of an old car, his blue eyes searching for me among the junk. I giggled, and ran into his arms. Grandpa smiled, and laughed a little bit, wrapping his arms around me.

"Hello, Mistoffelees," Grandpa said, beaming at me. I just kept giggling. I couldn't stop! I like giggling!

I grabbed Grandpa's paw, and the two of us started to walk towards the main clearing. I could distantly hear Uncle Munkustrap singing. He's a good singer.

"How are you enjoying your first Jellicle Ball?" Grandpa asked.

I jumped a little bit on my heels as we walked, skipping. "I love it." I said, looking at all the tall piles of junk as I answered. "Although doing the Invitation was, like, scary. Victoria did amaz-tastic though. Amaz-tastic is Etcy's new word today."

"Is it now?" He asked, and I nodded, bobbing my head up and down, up and down.

Grandpa and I kept walking for a little bit, until we came to the big-pole-thing that Electra and Etcetera were always doing gymnastics on. They always swing around on it, because apparently they're better gymnasts than Etcetera's brothers. But for those two, tumbling is literally the name of the game. Get it? Tumblebrutus? Tumbling is the name of the game? Nevermind.

The song continued, and all the kittens crawled away from where Uncle Munkustrap was standing, clearly to his dismay. They were way before their cue to move forwards, but his frown faded when all of them started hugging Grandpa and mewing softly. "Old Deuteronomy!" All of the kittens cried out at the same time, and I joined the hugfest after a few seconds, because I felt like it.

As the song finished, the night continued on, blurring past us. Jennyanydots, Victoria's Mommy, did her number, which was a tap number. She's the Gumbie Cat of the tribe, and she's extremely nice to all of us. The number was pretty difficult though. Skimbleshanks, the first Jellicle from the tribe me and Lonzie ever met (I can't remember that far back though) did his song, which I loved. We made a train out of junk, but then it fell apart again, which kinda sucked, but afterwards we kept singing like it was nothing (I really liked that train..)! The twins, who weren't that much older than me, debuted their song for the first time. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, at the end of the song, did a double cartwheel, which I probably gawked at like a Pollicle Dog. I would have to talk to Lonzie later about doing something like that. Speaking of Pollicle Dogs, after their song, we did the Pekes and the Pollicles for Grandpa. As much as I would love to say that it went well, it didn't. Daddy messed us all up near the end. He played his bagpipes, and Uncle Munkustrap got super mad. Like, 'he looked-like-his-face-was-gonna-explode' kind of mad.

Once we had gotten through that atrocity, the real dancing part of the Jellicle Ball began. Victoria and I lead it, Mommy not far away so she could help if any of the kittens forgot the choreography. We leaped, spun, and danced our hearts out. Victoria did a grand jete at one point, amazing us all. The tiny white cat flew through the sky with the grace and poise of a professional dancer, and landed with her toes pointed, her arms raised towards the Jellicle Moon elegantly. Once she landed, Jemima basically sat down on her foot, completely ignoring everything we told her to do, not wanting her sister to leave again.

There was about an hours break in between the Jellicle Ball Dance and the next song, which was going to be Daddy's number, so he went off to groom his mane. Before he did, he stopped by me and Lonzie. The two of us were relaxing on top of and old lawn chair near the tippy top of one of the junk piles. Alonzo was doing impersonations of cartoon characters, something he excelled at.

"'Hey you guys!'," He said in a perfect Scooby Doo voice. I laughed, holding my sides. Alonzo smiled, glad that he was making me happy. He was leaning on his elbows on top of the junk pile, lying on his stomach just like I was.

"What are you two doing?" Daddy asked. He rubbed the fur on both me and Lonzie's head. I smiled, and pawed at his leg.

"Just talking." Lonzie said, exchanging a glance with me. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. He smirked at me, and raised one eyebrow, and I had to bite my lip so hard I thought my tongue would fall off (ew).

Daddy nodded. "Okay, I'm just gonna head down and-"

"Daddy, can I talk to you for a second?" I asked, fidgeting with my paws a tiny bit. Daddy saw the most-likely-concerned-looking look on my face and nodded, taking my paw in his, practically dwarfing my little hand.

He kneeled down so we were eye to eye. "Hey, what's going on?"

"I don't feel good." I said, rubbing my temple and frowning. Daddy pursed his lips and put his paw on my forehead, his other on my shoulder.

"What do you mean by 'not feeling good'?" He asked, an uncharacteristically uneasy expression on his face.

I shrugged. "I dunno. My head is achy, my tummy is hurting, and my legs feel all shaky." Come to think of it, my arms were starting to feel numb as well. They had these weird tingly feelings. Like I was standing on a vibrating object. I blinked my eyes a few times, then tilted my head, searching for an answer in his ice blue irises. "Daddy, something is going to happen tonight." His eyes went wide, almost as if fear had shot through him like a speeding bullet. With that, I promptly turned back to the rest of the junkyard, and started crawling down the junk pile.

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(Demeter's POV)

Something was off.

I couldn't figure out what it was at first. It was just one of those feelings I get. Ever since I was a little girl, I could feel the magic pulsing through other cats. No, I'm not a magic cat myself, nor am I psychic. I just...have the sixth sense.

I'm not the only one who has it. Cassandra, she has a hint of hypnotism. It may come from her color changing eyes, or maybe her exotic beauty. Cassandra's sixth sense seems to glow almost, like a technicolor, iridescent maelstrom of mastery over others, like a hot pink haze almost. Jemima, she has the same sense as Old Deuteronomy. Both have an eerie relationship with the Everlasting Cat. Theirs is much easier to tell. You can just feel that they see someone you can't, communicate with beings out of your eyesight. Their power is faint, though it is there, like a distant songbird you can just hear. Their aura is almost like a pale moonlit glow.

Tonight was strange though. There was a new power, an incredibly strong one. It seemed to ripple, to radiate around us all, but I was the only one who could feel it. The twins, Coricopat and Tantomile, were different. Their powers stayed solidly connected to only the two of them, a link that is unable to be noticed physically by others, a mental connection they share.

This was entirely divergent from them. This was raw, untamed power.

This was dangerous.

Mistoffelees's face turned bright red all of the sudden. "Oh no," I heard him murmur. Kneeling down to him, trying to ignore the headache I was getting from all of this power, I brushed his fur out of his face.

"What's wrong Misto?" I asked, then saw what it was, and giggled. Bustopher Jones, the hulking, twenty-five pound nightmare, had entered the junkyard.

Misto gulped. "I was kidding when I said I wanted to invite him."

Cori and Tanto looked at Misto from the distance, anger boiling in them. "Mistoffelees, you have brought terror down on the junkyard." They said insync. Tanto broke off, sighing.

"I really should've foreseen this tragedy," she said, walking off with her little twin brother close behind.

I looked at Jenny, forgetting about the power all of the sudden, in the rush of panic. "He's going to be expecting a song. Sing something!"

"Like what? There's nothing really special about him!"

"Anything at this point Jenny!" I shouted. Jenny nodded, and tried to put on her best smile.

'Bustopher Jones, is not skin and bones!'

She belted the line out, but soon regretted it. I gave her a withering glare.

"Anything but that!" I said, in distress.

But my older sister had already taken the opportunity. Smirking, she strutted up in front of everybody else, and said what she'd been waiting to say for as long as I could remember.

"NO!" Jellylorum, Jennyanydots, and I screamed in unison, but it was too late.

'In fact, he's remarkably, FAT!'

Bomba said, a smile playing across her lips as she walked off. Bustopher didn't seem to notice the incredibly insulting line. Munkustrap, very clearly annoyed, kept turning to Old Deuteronomy and repeatedly asked why 'he' was there.

Skimble raced to back and grabbed Bustopher's old hat, the one he was always sitting on. He darted out, the hat ridiculously placed on his head, something he always did that we never understood. He placed it on the ground, and Bustopher sat on it, pleased. For some odd reason, Bustopher then began to sing some kind of baritone opera section of the song. Apparently, he'd been planning for this moment for quite a while. On the other paw, we were not expecting the surprise visit, and we weren't exactly happy about it either. Even Old Deuteronomy was cringing.

Halfway through, Tugger came out, perfectly ready for his own song to begin, and looked incredibly insulted that he had been 'replaced'. He was gawking a bit like a fish, and whipped right around, his newly fluffed mane bouncing when he did so. Whatever. He totally deserved it.

Eventually, Bustopher left, and that nightmare of a song ended. Tugger came back out, and did his number. All of the queenkits started cheering and squealing with joy, their eyes wide. Etcetera got a little carried away, and started screeching near the end, bouncing around and spinning on her paws and knees. Tugger didn't really do anything to stop her. The entire time, Misto and Alonzo watched from the top of the TSE Car. Every now and then, Alonzo would lean over and say something to Misto, making the tiny tux giggle.

My eyebrows creased together. It couldn't be...one of them, that was radiating the power...could it? As much as I tried to forget it, their biological father was one of the most infamous and powerful magic cats of all time. They've always been a bit mysterious to me. Almost as if there was something about them that nobody else ever noticed. Whereas they saw a pair of sweet little kittens, I saw a pair of secret keepers.

Bomba, sweaty from the dance number, came up and leaned against my shoulder. "Hey Dem. What's up?"

"Do you feel weird tonight, Bomba?"

She shook her head, a little nervous now. "No, I'm sorry, I don't. Why do you ask?"

Shaking my own head, I shrugged her arm off me. "It's nothing."

"Maybe there's a small sickness going around," She said, wiping off her brow. "Misto said he felt a little weird too."

The realization of what she had said pierced me seconds too late. "Misto said that?" I asked, jumping to my feet.

She nodded. "Yeah," Her caramel colored eyes suddenly deepened in concern, and Bomba grabbed my arm. "Dem, are you sure you're okay?"

I grabbed my head. Everlasting, please don't be what I think it is. My thoughts rattled around in my brain, as I tried to pick them up and connect them together, to try and make a reasonable explanation for all of this.

Just as I was about to say what I wanted to Bombalia, Gus and Jellylorum came out. The feeble, old cat was one of the most respected Jellicles in the tribe. All of the adults smiled as he and his also elderly mate, Octavia, took wobbly steps out of the shadows, paw and paw. The two met when they played Growltiger and Griddlebone in 'Growltiger's Last Stand'. The little kittens all purred, and crawled up to them, rubbing against the older Jellicles. I noticed Misto falling slightly behind them, and the pounding in my brain resided. My ears flopped down, the feeling of blood rushing through them. My eyes burned, tears stinging them, and I felt what could've been a scream rip though my throat. My mouth remained closed though, my fangs clenched together, the tears silent, but still deathly. Bomba grabbed my arm, and helped me steady myself. "Demeter, what's going on?" She asked, holding me upright.

Just then, Jellylorum, oblivious to what was happening with the two of us, started to sing.

'Gus, is the cat, at the theater door

His name as I ought to have told you before'

I numbly felt myself being moved, half-carried by Bomba. Someone else wrapped their arms around me, as Bomba explained.

"She just told me she that she was feeling weird, or something like that, and suddenly started crying. I'm not sure what's wrong with her, just take her inside."

As my hearing faded, I heard Munk respond. "You don't think it has anything to do with...him, right?"

"She would've told us if it was Macavity, Munkustrap." There was a few seconds of silence before Bomba continued. "I'm sure it's just a plain old headache. Get her inside, let her rest a few minutes. She should be good by the Addressing." I could hear Bomburalina's footsteps fade into the distance as she left. Munkustrap entirely picked me up in his arms, bridal style, and carried me into our den. I closed my eyes, feeling my consciousness fade, though the pain was still there, like a the sun after it sets; still there, just unable to touch or see.

I felt Munk's cold paw smooth my fur out of my face. "Feel better, Dem." He said quietly, and then I heard him leave. The feeling of warmth overtook me, and I drifted off to sleep, but the news of Misto still hung in my mind, like a lost toy, waiting to be reclaimed…

A/N

Wow. Well, I'm sorry that took so long guys. A lot of planning went into that. Plus, I usually like to make a summary of the fic before I even publish that. I got the sum idea from Baylee. But yeah, Baylee did have a lot of contribution to this chapter as well, so I'd like to thank her for that. Now, let's close this thing before it turns into a mile long Tony Award speech. Also, sorry for hatin' on Bustopher. He's just...a little weird to me. Critique as much as you like, just don't swear or say anything inappropriate. This fanfic is the opposite of gas station bathrooms-clean!

That's it for now, see you next time!

Sayonara (Goodbye)!

-Luna.