Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this bit of fanfiction nor do I receive any sort of monetary value from writing this. Cats belongs to both the wonderful T.S. Eliot and the amazing Andrew Lloyd Webber in conjunction with the Really Useful Group.
A/N: Good day energetic Everlasting Cat praisers! Guess what? More drabbles! Yay!
Victoria:Hero
He was her hero, her prince come to whisk her away to happiness. He was the tom that every kitten dreamed about at night. So from where had these feelings of apprehension surfaced from?
The feeling was surreal when she stepped into the moonlight, and she was scared. She was just out of kittenhood and already she was taking this life changing plunge. But she knew in her heart this was what was right for her, and his loving gaze, his strong hands on her hips, and the warmth of his fur against hers only worked to cement this notion.
Mistoffelees:Only
At first he had thought the Maine Coon was being melodramatic for there was no way it could be true. There was no way he, boring Mistoffelees, reclusive Mistoffelees, and not even remotely attractive Mistoffelees, could be the Rum Tum Tugger's only friend. But the further the larger tom explained it the more it made sense to the black and white tom.
And from then on that slight pang of jealousy he felt when he saw the tom being clung to by any other cat disappeared and was replaced with a slight sense of superiority. He was Tugger's only friend.
Munkustrap: Nugget
Humans threw away a lot of food, most of it rotten but very rarely there would be something edible and sometimes even good.
Usually Munkustrap stayed away from the greasy colorful bags that the humans tossed into the trash, but the smell of the golden delights the humans called chicken nuggets had been too strong for him to ignore.
Often the tabby would stockpile food for all the Jellicles for the impending winter, but he figured he worked hard and deserved a treat every now and then. However, pretty soon he found that as his treats decreased, his waistline increased.
Admetus: Nature
They thought it was part of his nature, but he knew it was a cover-up. Jellicle cats knew how to do a cavort and a jig, and were pleasant to hear when they caterwauled. Admetus could live up to none of that, so he did the next best thing. He joked.
It was easy to pass off a wobbly step or a sour note as tomfoolery when your name was synonymous with clown. So when he was chosen as Rumpus Cat he made sure to ham it up, for if he tried seriously and failed they'd know his true nature.
A/N: Another round of drabbles done, these are not the best I've done but ehh, you win some you lose some. I couldn't get A good read on Admetus because he's a real background cat, so I just based his personality on his portrayal of Rumpus Cat.
I'm thinking about doing some companion pieces to some of these drabbles. I already started writing out Laughter (Munk/Dem) and I want to do Only(Misto/Tugger) and maybe Backspace(Cori) and some others. Would anybody be interested in those?