Hey all! I've finally updated and I'll be working with my wonderful beta for this story on chapter three. Once again, thank you Serendipity Kat

-Quidam


Practically an hour had past since Pouncival had begged for the conjurer's help. Mistoffelees was at his wits end for it seemed like he couldn't find a single book with any likeability potions or anything remotely close to it. He was ready to give up when he spotted one last book on his shelf. It was thicker than the others with a bright red color and golden lettering. He reached for the book, skimming through the slightly riped beige pages until he landed one a page entitled Affections, Infatuations and More.

"I'm sure to find it here!" Mistoffelees regained his vigor for the potion search. He scanned the page when his eyes landed on a particular title; Ame Suco. "Hm must be French or something. Well, I guess this is good enough. Hopefully, it won't set Jemima ablaze. Let me see. I need some flowers, most likely roses. Okay, I can get those. A pound of crushed pearls." He paused for a second. "Hm, that's strange. Three dove feathers. I'll have to substitute that. What else? Oh, this may take a while."

Mistoffelees yawned, placing the book down and heading towards his house entrance to peek out into the junkyard. The moon was already hanging in the sky. "I better start so I can this done by tomorrow." He said, yawning again.

"Is he dead?"

"No, he's just sleeping."

"Mrf. Huh? Um, what?" Mistoffelees opened his eyes to see two blurs of brown and white staring at him. He yawned, showing his shinning white teeth. "Huh? What time is it?"

"I don't know. Cats can't tell time. Well, Skimble can." Pouncival answered with a big smile.

"Oh, it's only you." Mistoffelees yawned again. He could see sunlight poking through the holes of his ceiling. It was already morning. "What do you want?"

"Did you finish the potion?" Pouncival was bouncing up and down with uncontainable excitement.

"Huh? Oh, that. Yeah, I finished it." Mistoffelees sat up, yawning again.

"Great! How does it work?"

"Well, the book said I had to let those roses soak in it. Don't know why," Mistoffelees went over to a vase with red roses in it. He rubbed some of the sleep out of his eyes. "I think it said the potion would become the nectar of the flowers or something like that."

"So how does it work?" Pouncival asked again.

"All I have to do is take the nectar and pour it onto someone's eyes. The first living thing they see is what they'll find attractive."

"Wow, these potions are complicated," Tumblebrutus said. "So does it work like it should?"

"Erm, I don't know. I haven't tried it yet." Mistoffelees gave a weak smile.

"Well shouldn't we test it first?" Pouncival suggested

"Well I suppose you're right. Who wants to volunteer?" Both Tumblebrutus and Pouncival pointed at one another. Mistoffelees shook his head, heaving a sigh. "Okay, we'll find someone else."


Cassandra gave a small pout as she watched Alonzo strut around the junkyard with Jemima and Etcetera giggling like mad as he passed by. She hissed, her anger mounting by the minute. She sometimes wondered why she had agreed to be his mate in the first place. It wasn't that she didn't love Alonzo; it was just that he infuriated her on a regular basis. He was hardly ever at their den; he was either flirting with the kits or goofing off with his tom friends. Then, when he did come back to the den, he would go right to sleep, completely ignoring her. He wouldn't even give her a, "And how was your day sweetie?"

"He makes me so mad sometimes!" She growled, heading back into her den. "I don't think I'll let him come home tonight!"

She stretched as she laid down on the old blanket Alonzo had gotten for her birthday. She snuggled into the cloth, her eyes slowly drooping until she fell asleep. Just outside of the old washer, (Cassandra's den) Mistoffelees, Pouncival and Tumblebrutus were still looking for a test subject.

"Why don't you test it?" Pouncival asked Mistoffelees.

"Me? I'm the one who made it! If something goes wrong, I have to fix it!"

"Good point," Tumblebrutus wandered over to the old washer. "Hey, Cassandra's asleep. Let's use her."

"Cassandra?" Mistoffelees thought it over for a second as he came to where Tumble was. "Well, I guess we could use her since she is asleep."

Mistoffelees made his way into the den and then towards Cassandra, making sure not to wake her. She mumbled something in her sleep, rolling over to her side. Mistoffelees jumped out of her way, breathing in relief when he saw she did not awake. Pouncival and Tumblebrutus sat together near the exit with baited breath. Mistoffelees poured some of the juice onto his fingers. He rubbed it on both of Cassandra's closed eye lids. She gave a small snort but didn't wake up. Mistoffelees gave another sigh before heading out of her den.

"Well, it should work now," Mistoffelees said as the three of them left. "We'll come back later after she wakes up."

"Aw, that'll take forever!" Moaned Pouncival.

"In the mean time, lets play some tag," Tumblebrutus smiled as he tapped Pouncival's shoulder. "You're it!" He yelled.

Pouncival growled playfully as both of his friends sprinted away in order to escape his humorous wrath.


Cassandra yawned before she opened her blue gray eyes. She turned her head, hearing her neck pop. She rubbed her eyes, trying to remove the crust on her eyes. She looked up at the sky; she hadn't been asleep for very long. It was probably around noon or later.

"Ah, what a day!" Cassandra turned to see Shimbleshanks entering the junkyard. "I am so glad to be back home! Bloody humans! They drive me batty!"

It had never occurred to her but suddenly Cassandra found herself longing for Skimbleshanks. As if she had been blind, she was now able to see all of his genuine charm and stunning potential. His marmalade fur shined like golden velvet as the shine beamed from the heavens. His thick Scottish accent was strong and incredibly sexy. His pale, green eyes were filled with such life she had never seen! Oh, how she suddenly longed to be in his arms, lost in his stunning green eyes! She wished he would murmur her name into her ear, his sweet accent filling her head. Cassandra envisioned the two them, holding each other, their lips inching forward before they were caught in a deep passionate kiss. (If I give you nightmares, I am extremely sorry.)

"Oh Skimbleshanks." She whispered. He passed her without a glance. She gave a slight frown before getting up, moving gracefully yet seductively. She moved behind him, gently laying her head on his shoulder. "Hello Skimble."

"Hm?" Skimbleshanks turned to find Cassandra behind him. "Oh, hello Cassandra."

"Hello," She smiled. "How are you doing handsome?"

"I'm doing---fine." He smiled awkwardly as he tried to be polite.

"That's good," She smiled again, getting even closer. Skimbleshanks gave her another strange look as he moved backwards. Cassandra paused, looking slightly confused by his reaction. "Something wrong?"

"Oh, no! Everything's---" He gulped. "Fine! Now if you'll excuse me, I have to find Jenny!" He turned to run but Cassandra grabbed him firmly by the shoulders, forcing him to sit down.

"Why do you run to her?" She asked bitterly, her face inching closer to his. Her face was all scrunched up, anger forming in her eyes. "You need someone who is worthy of you. You have no idea how many queens would die for you."

"Die for me?" He asked, his voice quavering. He was itching to get away but Cassandra's grasp was solid.

"Yes. I would gladly give my life for you," Cassandra tickled his chin. "I'd do anything for that brilliant smile of yours, those dazzling eyes, that manly voice!"

"Erm, Cassandra, are you feeling okay?" Skimbleshanks was now beyond feeling uncomfortable. He felt helpless, trapped and completely confused. Never in all his life had anything this strange ever happen to him. "Maybe you should lie down."

"Only if you lie with me!" She ran her paw through his fur. "Oh Skimble, you hot piece of railroad! Kiss me!" She leaned in, her lips puckered, ready for his lips to meet hers.

"What?" This time, Skimble managed to get up. He ran behind an old rocking chair, shaking with fear. "Okay, now I know something is wrong with your head lass. You really aught to lie down."

"I will only if you lie with me dearest." Cassandra advanced forward on all fours.

"I'm sorry but I really must be going!" He said, backing away. Cassandra narrowed her eyes, her smile disappearing. Skimbleshanks gulped again. "Good bye!" With that, he ran as fast he could, hoping Cassandra wouldn't going into a blind rage and attack him. He finally stopped running, trying to catch his breath. He looked behind him seeing no sign of the brown queen. "That----was odd." He sighed. "Now, off to find Jenny."

"I'm sorry my sweet but I will never allow it!" Skimbleshanks stopped when he heard the voice. He turned around and was greeted by a large plank of wood. He fell over, blacking out completely. Cassandra threw the plank aside as she went to claim her prize. "As long as I live, I won't back down my love. I will never back down."


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