Quaxo couldn't believe he had finally told someone. It felt so nice not to have to bottle his problem up inside and share it with someone. He never would have thought Electra would be the one he told but after their time together, he knew he could trust her.

About two weeks ago, Quaxo had begun to feel different. He didn't know how, he didn't know why. He just felt different. Then suddenly had had started to notice things. Like, for example, he would dream about lightening and wake up the next morning with unexplainable burns all over himself and his den.

He had tried to find an explanation for it but couldn't find anything that made even the slightest bit of sense. He had thought at first it might have had something to do with him getting older, then he thought of some kind of illness but nothing seemed to justify sparks flying out of his figures.

He had also noticed people complaining of electric shocks whenever they were near him. What he was most scared of was what might happen if he got angry and used his power against someone.

When he had told Electra she had been silent for a while, thinking. Quaxo had been scared that she might think it was a joke but the way she looked at him told him that she believed what he had said.

Judging her silence to be a bad thing, Quaxo had buried his head in his hands.

"I'm a freak!"

Electra had looked up in alarm at this and, taking him by the paws, looked at him with her magical eyes, hypnotising Quaxo into a stunned silence.

"You're not a freak, you're magical and, if we can find a way to use this. Who knows what you could do! You could be amazing!"

Quaxo looked doubtful that anything good could come of it but nodded and watched as she ran off into the distance, clearly plotting something.

Quaxo decided that he would wait until their meeting the next day and had gone to find his friends.

The Plato was thinking over the best way to ask Victoria to the Jellicle ball when Quaxo appeared behind him.

"Are you going to ask her then?" Quaxo grinned at his friend who looked across to where three of the queens were sat. Quaxo was surprised to see that Electra wasn't with them.

"I want to but what if she says no?"

Quaxo patted his friend on the back.

"As if she's going to say no to you! Stop worrying!"

"I can't help it! She's so perfect and I really like her and…"

"Right! You ask Vicky and I'll ask Jemmie. We'll both go and ask at the same time."

Plato nodded at his friend's suggestion and the two of them marched forwards to approach the queens.

Plato turned to the snowy queen and asked to speak to her. At the same time Quaxo asked Jemima if he could ask her something. The two queens looked at each other, giggled something in queen language that no tom would never understand and followed the two nervous toms.

Victoria giggled happily to herself as the two queens returned to Etcetera who was sat next to a blushing Pouncival. He hastily whispered something in Etcetera's ear at their arrival, to which she nodded in reply and scarpered.

Etcetera looked at her two friends, each of them had a totally different expression on their face. Victoria looked overjoyed at Plato asking her to the ball and babbled non stop about what he said and she said.

Jemima on the other hand, had a puzzled expression on her face.

"Jemmie, what's wrong?" Etcetera asked her friend.

"He didn't ask me. He seemed about to and he even started to but then he just said something about not being able to do it and ran off." Jemima began to sniffle and Victoria wrapped her arm around her calico friend.

"I'm sure he was just nervous, that's all." She said, trying to console her injured friend.

Quaxo was suffering just as much at the hands of Plato and Pouncival.

"I cannot believe you buckled it!" Plato stared at the tuxedo tom who looked back with an equally confused expression.

"I did it and even Pouncival somehow managed to get Etcetera to go with him." I answer to Pouncival's expression he continued. " It was obvious when you started to whisper to her Pounce."

The youngest tom pouted and Plato, ignoring him turned to Quaxo.

"But you just ran off! I can't believe it. There's no way she'll go with you now!"

Quaxo looked at his two friends with a helpless expression on his face.

"I… I don't know what happened. I just couldn't ask her something was stopping me. I really like her and I wanted to ask her but I couldn't, something was holding me back."

Plato raised his paws and dropped them again in exasperation.

"Fine! I'm never going to understand you Quaxo! You say you like her, have liked her for ages and then when the chance comes for you to actually ask her to the ball, you bottle it!"

Quaxo silently agreed that no-one would ever understand him and walked away from his friends heading the only place where he could think clearly.