this might not make much sense as i have just returned from a girl guide camp and i am a little deranged like a psychopathic chipmunk. i came up with that. i can make my own bacon, little girls dont scare me, and skeeters suck. make sure you leave moi a lovin' review or i will send Mac after y'all...eh?

There was a strange emptiness in Victoria's heart, though she knew that it ought to have been Mistoffelees and his long trip. They had no word if he was going to be able to come home in time for the next jellicle ball, but personally she just wanted him there right now. Bombalurina was helping her recover, as well as her friends that she had sleepovers with very, very often.

Bombalurina wanted her to get over Mistoffelees, though that wasn't what Bomba thought at all. She thought that the two made an adorable couple and that they deserved to be together. Plato was her other option. Pushing the two together in moments of silence was doing something, but only to Plato. He had started to like Victoria more and more in the last few days.

You might have thought that Mistoffelees' roommate missed him, but Tugger was just way too excited to have the den all to him. Since Misto had left, he was closer to mating with Bombalurina during the next ball. In fact, that was what he was planning to do after consulting with Munkustrap to make sure that it fit into the plans.

Munkustrap was more and more OCD with every ball that happened, as he wanted it perfect for their fathers. He always thought that there was something that would go wrong if he didn't write it down and make sure it was put into action. Somehow, though, Tugger was drug into making the decision of who was going to have major singing or dancing parts. Everyone knew that there was always a little time allotted before the ball, and a little near the end for Deuteronomy would make the jellicle choice.

So while this was all happening, Tumblebrutus and his very close friend and adopted brother, Pouncival, were having a rather stupid argument over whether it would be awesome to be able to ride a dragon, or was it awesome to be a pirate. You could probably guess who was arguing each side if you are a very strong member of the Cats fandom, but for those I will make it simple; Tumble was going to argue the pirate side, and Pounce was going to argue the dragon.

"Being able to ride a dragon would be much more exciting, as you get to feel the wind through your hair and feel the adrenaline run through your veins."

"You can feel the same thing as a pirate. But dragons can burn you into nothing, I mean look at Tugger! He is missing fur still; though that means you owe me a few catnip mice because his mane wasn't fake. The scales would make you rub you raw in the legs and stomach, as we are cats."

"As a pirate, there is a price over your head and a strong and ruthless leader. You would be able to do a whole lot more as a dragon rider."

"You are very boring, did you know that Pounce? Very, very boring. I think that I am going to go and visit my owners. Want to come, as they are also your owners?" Pouncival agreed, and the two friends walked to their owners in which they had something flying over their heads. Once they got to a park to find something small to eat the large object landed in the park.

Blue, Astrid's dragon, knew that something was wrong with Mistoffelees and so she wanted to be helpful. She landed and wanted to take these two toms to the isle, and made sure that it was kept secret so that she could surprise both her owner and the magical tom. They hadn't noticed, as Astrid was taking Misto to spend some time with Hiccup and so that the two could think about how to shrink down Snotlout's nose for at least a week so that he could escape safely.

"You two toms, do you think you would like to go and see Mistoffelees?" Pounce nodded very excitedly, as Tumble thought about his answer. Soon they both were on the back of Blue and on their way to Berk, so that they could keep Mistoffelees company, and maybe learn something new.

What might have been smart is that they had gone back to get Victoria, but being too lazy and sleepy to remember was a different thing. The cats knew that someone had seen the dragon fly over the junkyard before it left.

(Did you know I like line breaks and BACON?)

"What do you mean; I can't mate with Bombalurina yet?" Tugger asked, his hands naturally placed on his sparkly belt and they occasionally pulled it up with a hip swivel. There was something comforting to know that his brother wasn't as corrupt as he thought for Munk. He thought that he would have been bombarded with hip thrusts and too many swivels and a small army of fan kittens that he wouldn't be able to have a meaningful conversation.

"Don't you have to ask her if she is going to be your mate?" Tugger had a look of question, as if he was missing something, and then said;

"oh." And he ran off.

Bombalurina was sitting with Demeter and a few of the other queens and they were gossiping, or just sharing important information.

"I saw a dragon flying overhead with Tumble and Pounce on the back, so they might be going to go and visit Mistoffelees." Jemima said softly, trying to hide the fact that she liked Pounce.

"We know you like him." Most of the queens agreed with Bombalurina. "Demeter, when is Munkustrap going to ask you to be his mate?" Demeter's face was priceless.

"Bomba, how can you just assume that? I like him, and he might like me, but we just hang out a lot, we don't do anything even near what you and Tugger do." She made a face, mentally slapping herself for making a reference to something that gave her nightmares, almost worse than Macavity.

"Just wondering, as it seems that you two are almost inseparable. Victoria, do you like Plato?" that question seemed out in the middle of nowhere, but that had made Torie smile and then she explained her emotions on the tom.

"I think that since I spend so much time around him that I might be starting to like him, but I still love Mistoffelees with my entire heart. I know that he likes me, just by looking out for what you told me to look out for. Why did you even start to force me with him?" Bombalurina almost panicked, but that was very out of character, as she was a great liar.

"I just wanted to make sure that he wasn't lonely, and that you didn't become a depressed, psychopathic chipmunk." Victoria smiled at the thought that she cared about her wellbeing.