Alright. This chapter is pretty much the same as the "Quaxoria!" chapter so you can't hurt me about changing the story. Well... I guess you can because my ideas for this one are a bit different then the last, but whatever.

I don't own CATS. Happy?

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Quaxo wandered into the Jellicle clearing. His natural instincts told him that something was happening, and sure enough, everyone was gathered in a group in the middle. Demeter and Bombalurina sat on the outskirts of the circle, whispering to each other.

"She says her name's Victoria." Bomby hissed in Demeter's ear.

"Who does?" Quaxo asked, stepping forward.

All the cats turned to look at him. Munkustrap stood up in an authoritative position. "We seem to have a visitor..." he droned in his deep voice.

Quaxo furrowed his eyebrows and a few of the cats prated to reveal...

The most beautiful cat Quaxo had ever seen. She had a shimmering white coat and bright blue eyes. She bit her lip in nervousness as the crowed around her grew larger and larger. Her eyes darted back and forth and up into the face of Munkustrap as Quaxo stared at her.

"What is she doing here?" He asked in wonder.

Munkustrap looked down at her and nodded his head, allowing her to explain herself.

"I ran away from my family." she admitted. Her voice was soft and beautiful. "They were terrible people. They didn't feed me and they left me out when it was cold." she glanced around at the faces staring at her again. "I needed some place to go... and I found this. Please... take me in?" She locked eyes with Quaxo as she said this. The two shared a moment together before Jenny Anydots stepped in.

"Well of course you can stay here, dear." The motherly cat comforted her. "There is always room for one more in the Jellicle tribe."

As Jenny began making arrangements for Victoria, the crowd began to disappear and the cats started going about their daily business again.

Quaxo stayed behind to try to talk to the beautiful, white kitten. He couldn't keep his eyes from sweeping her lovely body, her soft curves, her-

"So... fresh meat, huh?"

Quaxo's thoughts were interrupted as The Rum Tum Tugger came up from behind him.

"Hey, Tug. Yeah. I guess so."

"She's pretty cute." Tug observed as Jenny started showing Victoria around.

"Yeah." Quaxo agreed again.

Tugger was silent for a moment before he stalked off to be with Bomby. Quaxo slid into a pipe and watched the people around him move. He liked his pipe, it was hard to been seen, but he could see anything. He watched as the crowd of cats shrunk and shrunk until it was only Victoria left. She flitted around the clearing, checking out the different sections. The old junky car, the piles and piles of trash. She stopped suddenly and looked around. Unaware of Quaxo's watchful eyes, she moved to the center of the clearing and closed her eyes.

And transformed. She became even more beautiful then before by simply lifting her leg. She began a dance, a wonderful, beautiful dance. The moonlight shone down on her, a spotlight on her grace.

Quaxo watched the white cat dance. His eyes transfixed on her shimmering coat as she turned silently and gracefully on one foot. She showed off her flexibly, sliding into a perfect split and letting the moonlight caress her face.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. Everything about her was so beautiful, so glamorous, so perfect, so... unbelievable.

Quaxo felt a sudden pull. Instincts took over, and before he knew what was happening, he had slid into the spotlight with her.

Victoria opened her eyes with a gasp as she felt him close in on her.

"Hello." Quaxo said in a low, shy voice. "Would you mind... if I joined you?"

Victoria smiled, showing off her pretty white teeth. "Sure." She said, equally as shy. She began to turn circles around him, a small smile on her lips.

Quaxo grinned broadly and spun in a slow circle to fallow her. He reached his hand out and took hers, lifting her into the air and watching her hair fly in the wind. He set her down and they began prancing around the junkyard together.

Their bodies intertwined in their moonlit dance. Both perfectly in time with the music flowing through their heads. They spun, fast then slow. The wind blowing their fur out behind them in the night.

They were both in a place where time had no meaning, so when the faint light of dawn began to creep up over the horizon they were shocked. Quaxo stepped away, finally broken the magic between them and looked embarrassed.

"Um..." He tried to think of something to say.

"That was fun!" Victoria smiled. Quaxo stared at her, unbelieving that something so special could be happening in his life.

"Y-yeah..." Quaxo muttered. He bit his lip, feeling nervous. Victoria, on the other hand, laughed and turned in the soft light.

"I'll see you later!" She giggled as she danced into a separate part of the junkyard.

Quaxo watched as the silvery cat walked off into the soft morning light, and as she went, she took Quaxo's heart with her.