Chapter Two
Macavity's Lair
(Katana's POV)
I landed in the throne room of Macavity's lair, Misto next to me. He was still fast asleep, purring softly when I nudged him. He stirred, and I giggled a bit. Then I heard a stern voice cough for my attention.
Whipping around, I inhaled sharply. My father was sitting on his makeshift throne, glaring at me. I gulped, and smiled slightly.
"Hey, father, nice to see you. I, um...got what you asked for?" I said as more a question than a statement.
Macavity grumbled under his breath. "Katana, you're late. And what did you do to make him fall unconscious like that. If you were untrained, you could have put him in a coma." He scolded.
I leapt into the air with joy, bouncing up and down. "But I'm not untrained father! I can be just like you now!" I was beaming, hoping that he would at least congratulate me.
But he didn't. I hadn't exactly expected a party, but a nod of approval, maybe even the slightest smile would've been fine with me. He glowered from on top of his throne, watching his only daughter in disgust. But then he sighed, and waved his paw.
"Take him to your room for now. I'll have the hench cats bring him downstairs later." He facepalmed afterwards. "Oh, and are there any other cats we need?"
I bowed, smiling. "Thank you, father." I said, and I grasped Misto by his wrists, and dragged him off to my room while he was still unconscious. I turned back at the last second. "Oh, and there are five more cats we need for your plan to work."
oOoOoOo
I was very enthusiastic as Misto woke up. I don't think he expected to wake up to my face. I was leaning over him, watching him very closely.
He mumbled something, and then yelled in surprise and shock when he saw me leaning over him. I backed off when his head shot up.
"Wow, don't do that anymore! You scared me!" I exclaimed in a thrilled rush. Mistoffelees was panting.
"You're scared?" He asked breathlessly. I walked over and pat him on the back.
"It's okay. I remember how tired I was after I trained with magic the first few times." I told him. He struggled out of my grip and backed away.
"I don't want to know about how you trained with magic! I just want to go back to the Jellicles, and my father, and-" He stuttered when I opened my mouth.
"Your father? The Jellicles have taken everything away from you. They didn't save your life when you and Alonzo were abandoned in that junkyard-they stole it from you." I told him angrily expressing my hatred for the cat tribe.
Mistoffelees brow creased. "What-what do you mean?" He asked curiously.
I felt myself smirk. "You have a lot to learn."
oOoOoOo
(Victoria's POV, Flashback)
Misto took my hand and lead me up the pile of junk. "Come on, Vicky!" He called, beaming. He slipped ahead of me somehow, losing hold of my paw.
I struggled to get up the pile, breathing heavily. "I'm coming, I'm coming…" I panted. Misto grinned, ran back down, and took my hand again. We both somewhat froze when our hand came in contact. Our eyes met, and a wonderful feeling filled up inside me.
I dampened the surreal feeling of joy and clambered to the top of the junk pile. At the sight, I inhaled sharply, my gaze panning around the junkyard at sunrise.
The usually rusty junk gleamed silver and gold in the beautiful newborn daylight. Red and gold streaks of dawn flew across the sky. Lavender colored clouds drifted across the bright colors. They had a silver tint at their edges. The horizon was filled with a blinding flash of gold light, glaring into my eyes.
I gasped, and Misto smiled. "Isn't it amazing?" He asked.
"It's gorgeous." I said breathlessly.
"Just like you." He told me. I glanced over. He pretended he didn't say anything as his eyes darted off in another direction(well, his gaze did. His eyes didn't leave their sockets. That would be cool, but in a scary way). Misto turned as red as the sky. It may have just been the lighting though. The color reflected off of his pale snow colored face. His copper colored eyes were brought out in the light. They dimly reflected the light like pennies.
We were silent after that. We sat in the glory of the sunrise, watching the sun orbit into the atmosphere, the moon silently sinking behind us.
oOoOoOo
I skipped through the junkyard, Jemima close behind me. She giggled as I dashed up an old car and did a flip on it, but I landed on my butt instead of my feet, like a Jellicle is supposed to. I did it purposely, to make her laugh.
"Race you home!" I shouted to her. She nodded her head, and we darted through all of the other cats, some of them scrambling past us in a very undignified way, trying not to get run over by us two.
Jemima dashed past Mungo and Rumple (our older twin siblings), who were heading out of the house. Rumple locked eyes with her brother, and with that glance they exchanged, a lot of things started running through my head. Why did they look so concerned?
Rumple grabbed Jemima's arm, and Mungo grasped mine too. "Hey, you guys may not want to go in there." Rumple told us.
My eyebrows knit together. "Why? What's wrong?" I asked. Mungo looked genuinely confused. "What is wrong?" He asked his twin sister. She facepalmed.
"Were you even listening to mom and Tugger?" She asked. He shook his head.
"Why's Tugger at our den?" Jemima asked. Rumpleteazer smiled sweetly.
"It's nothing sis. Grown-up stuff." She told us. I crossed my arms.
"In human years, you guys would be about only sixteen. How come you get to know?" I asked them.
They shrugged. "I guess we're just cooler than you guys." I heard them say at the same time. Mungojerrie then looked behind himself and said. "Where'd she go?" Jemima had walked right past them and right into the den.
Rumple groaned and ran after Jemima. "Sis, no, just-" Jemima slammed the car door in her face.
"Sorry!" I heard her yell from inside. Rumpleteazer grimaced, either from our littlest sibling disobeying the rules, which she sometimes did, or from the pain of getting her nose smashed. I followed her inside, despite the angry glare from my brother.
"I swear, there was another magic cat!" Tugger shouted at mother. Mom crossed her arms and glared.
"You sure?" She asked skeptically. He nodded frantically. She rolled her eyes and looked up at him(he's about two inches taller than her). She placed her hands on her hips.
"There cannot be another cat with magical powers. The only two are Misto and Macavity." My mother told Tugger. Well, that's obvious.
"I swear, there was another!" Tugger said. Still a little strange. Maybe there was another magical Jellicle we didn't know about!
Then, Mom and The Rum Tum Tugger noticed me and Jemima standing there. Tugger and Mom smiled sheepishly and hopped from foot to foot nervously.
"Um...How much of that did you actually hear?" Mom asked.
Tugger facepalmed. "They heard too much, clearly Jenny." He told her. She cringed, the stole a look at me.
"Girls, Tugger and I just want a private conversation. Can you give that to us?" She asked.
Jemima shook her head. "No, tell us why you were talking about Misto." She commanded.
Mom looked puzzled. "How-how'd you know he was concerned in this? We were just talking about magic cats, not Mistoffelees."
My little sister shrugged. "I guess I kind of just knew." She told us.
Mom sighed. "Well, I guess you have a right to know."
oOoOoOo
(Katana's POV)
"You have a right to know what happened all those years ago." I told Misto, who still looked extremely confused over this whole situation.
"All what years ago?" He asked.
"I told you the Jellicles stole everything from you." I told Mistoffelees, getting closer. He backed up, and I stood up completely. "Just hear me out on this. Please."
Mistoffelees froze for a moment, and nodded. "Okay. Talk."
A/N
Ack! Hear her out on what?!
I'm still planning that I think. It has to be a cool backstory. About Macavity, and Mistoffelees's actual family, and Katana, and Bla bla bla yada yada yada. Also, we saw Cats the Musical yesterday! It was the coolest thing ever! I loved the revival so much! Especially Tugger and Misto, who were always my favorite characters! Misto is so awesome, and Tugger's just hilarious!
Critique as much as you like, just don't swear or say anything inappropriate. This fanfic is the opposite of gas station bathrooms-clean!
That's it for now, see you next time!
Sayonara (Goodbye)!
(Also, my sister is going to be working on this with me).
-Luna
