Jemima sat upon a broken down car, flicking her tail lively as her friends sat around her doing the same. Her padded paws beat against the metal frame of the trunk in a strange rhythm, as if trying to imitate a song. Her ears flickered as she looked over to her friend, Etcetera, who followed along with her.

"That Rum Tum Tugger,"

Jemima sang angelically, grabbing a hold of Etcetera's paw. They shook in excitement for the thought of their hero coming by made the fur on their necks stand up right.

"He's a curious cat!"

They belted out their last notes loudly and fell back, giggling wildly, like their typical fan-girlish selves. The small puff of hair on Jemima's head brushed against a fellow kitten's leg, one that sat right by her. The red hue of Jemima's mane stuck out against the other kitten's dazzling white fur; the complete opposite.

Jemima's big, glowing eyes peered up at her friend as a wide smile spread across her small face.

"Hi Victoria!" She giggled, chest rising up unevenly from her laughing.

Victoria's liquid blue eyes flashed over to her best friend who giggled abundantly. Her tiny white paws that were by her mouth moved away, slowly placing themselves on her lap. Still out of it, she let a small smile peek at the corners of her mouth. Her shoulders relaxed as she replied to her friend with nothing but pure kindness.

"Hey, Jem," She breathed, eyes cloudy. The curved line of her smile stayed still for a short while, turning back into a straight one when she looked away. Jemima, concerned about her friend's non-participation, sat up and faced her fully. Etcetera crawled up beside her, looking over Jem's shoulder to see Victoria.

"Is something wrong, Vicky?" Etcetera asked, whiskers drowning. Jemima looked back at her and then back at Victoria, whose eyes flickered from her paws to the two kittens. She fiddled with her paws for a couple of seconds, clawing at her knees and then answered her friend.

"I'm fine," She told them, "Really, I am."

"Oh, don't start that with us darling," Etcetera said, bluntly put. Her brows arched up, ready to hear what Victoria would say.

"We can tell something's up, pretty kit," Jemima said, placing one paw on Victoria's, "Just tell us."

Victoria sighed lightly and looked away from her friends. Her eyes wandered behind her to the moon, adoring its beauty. She smiled sadly while closing her eyes.

"Vicky."

Her eyes looked toward Jemima, whose eyes pleaded her to tell. Victoria opened her mouth to speak, but…

"Tugger!" Etcetera squealed, backing away from her friends and jumping of the car. Her laugh bounded in the atmosphere, causing Victoria's ears to perk.

Indeed, the Rum Tum Tugger stood three inches good away from the three kittens, who were mildly in shock, aside from Etcetera. His wild mane was even more vivid now than before as if it had just added even more shag. He smirked as both Jemima and Etcetera jumped up towards him and nuzzled his legs in pure adoration, screaming his name. Victoria just sat there, smiling a little bit, and then letting the smile evaporate. She looked back down at her paws with sad eyes, as if her mind was just not out of the clouds yet.

Jemima wrapped her arms around Tugger's leg as Etcetera wrapped hers around his waist. He laughed nonchalantly, making both of them squeal.

"Now, now, my pretty kits," He cooed at them, making both Jemima and Etcetera look at each other with big smiles. Victoria still sat, "I'm here for all of you."

He ran his paw through his mane and looked around, paws now on both kitten's heads. His eyes wandered around seeing almost no other kitten. His brow rose in oddity, never seeing the group this small.

"Hmm," He licked his lips and looked around more, "Small crowd."

"I'm here, Tugger."

Tugger turned his head over his shoulder, seeing the White Queen herself sitting on her knees innocently. Her expression was still mildly depressed with her paws on her shoulders. Her eyes were aimed at him, drawing him into their watery look. He smirked lively at her and held his arms open.

"There she is!" He shouted, waiting for her to come and hug him. She did nothing. He dropped his arms to his side but still smiled, "Just the kit I wanted to see."

He began to walk over to her; Jemima and Etcetera being carried by his limbs. He jumped onto the trunk, shaking the two kittens off. He looked toward Victoria with interested eyes. He knew something that she didn't.

"You look rather," He looked up and down at her hourglass body, "Gloom today."

Victoria nodded in agreement, knowing the same. Tugger cocked his head to the side to get a better glimpse of her beautiful face.

"Why?" He asked, semi-concerned. She furrowed her brows back and glanced back and forth from him. Should she tell him her trouble, or not?

"I-," She started, afraid to go on. She raised her shoulders with her mouth open, wanting something else to come out, but getting nothing. She sighed and dropped her shoulders and closing her eyes again. All three cats watched her, listening to her every word. She looked towards them with her depressed eyes and frowned, "It's about finding a mate."

Etcetera gasped.

"I knew it!" She exclaimed quietly in a whisper. Jemima hushed her quickly and turned her attention back to Victoria.

"And," Jemima whispered, "What about it?"

"I know who I want to ask," She told them, and they exchanged happy glances.

"That's great," Jemima sighed, eyes shining in pure bliss, "So romantic."

"But, then why are you so sad?" Etcetera asked. Victoria looked down to the ground.

"I don't think he'll say yes to me," She told them, "Honestly, I think he'll spaz and never want to talk to me again."

She leaped off from her spot and prowled around with her eyes now anything but cloudy.

"He's perfect for me, though," Victoria sighed, eyes dreamy. Never before had her friends seen her this out of it. Was that a bad thing or a good thing? Victoria blinked and looked back down at the ground, kicking it lightly with her paw, "Alls I can think about is him."

"It's Plato, I know it is," Etcetera exclaimed again, being hushed by both Jemima and Tugger. She tucked her bottom lip out and looked down, hurt from Tugger.

"It isn't Plato," She told them, "I only picked him to dance with me at the Jellicle Ball because I was afraid of asking the other Tom."

She looked off again.

"The tom I love is kind and sweet," She told them, swaying her head, "His eyes are so deep with a twinkle that keeps me in tune, his smile keeps me happy when I want to be sad."

She drifted off and closed her eyes, thinking about the cat she longed for.

"Oh, well, never have I ever met,"

"A cat so clever"

A string in Tugger's stomach pulled as he recognized the tune of the song. His grip around Jemima and Etcetera loosened and his arms fell.

"Tugger?" Etcetera asked.

Tugger, still staring at Victoria, slowly turned his head towards the small kitten.

"Yeah," He said, exaggerated. She looked at him with worried eyes and she could see in his that he knew something they didn't.

"Tugger," Victoria mumbled, softly, "Can I talk to you alone for a moment?"

Tugger obliged and followed Victoria to one of the alleys that stood unoccupied. Her face was sunken with depression so great he didn't think it was fitting for herself. It seemed so wrong to see Victoria so upset, it was as if he was depressed too.

Jemima and Etcetera watched, eyes all over Victoria. Jemima looked back at her friend and saw she too was scared for her friend. Could this tom be that challenging?

"Tugger," She breathed out angelically, "I know you know something that the other kits don't." –Tugger opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Victoria- "And I know you probably are thinking, "Oh the poor Queen, look at her, all upset because of one tom," and I know that there's more you would ever want to do but listen to my whining."

She made her voice deeper, doing a horrible impersonation of The Rum Tum Tugger. He opened his mouth once again to speak, and only ended up being interrupted by Victoria.

"But that's not the case," She told him, hurriedly, "You see, I love the tom more than I love dancing. I've never felt that way before towards a tom. Even if he's quiet and small like everyone says, he's got one of the biggest hearts of Scotland Yard. And, yes, he's no Plato, but that's what I like! So-,"

"Victoria," Tugger stopped her speech briefly, holding out his paws, "I understand completely what your saying, kit. Let's get that settled first."

Victoria nodded innocently and looked up at the tom.

Tugger thought for a moment, afraid to say anything else. He sighed abruptly and looked away from her. What if this tom was the cat he was thinking about? What if she loved him back? What was a Tugger to do in a situation like this?

"It's a little difficult," Victoria said, her voice sounding of ringing bells, "to talk about this when you don't even know the tom's name. Keeping him anonymous isn't doing anything to help."

Tugger's eyes flashed towards her, now fully alert. He knew what to do if she said what she was, he knew exactly what. He placed his paws on his belt, the casual way he always stood, and opened his mouth.

"This tom is…?"

Her answer was no shock.

"Mistoffelees."