Long after the game of Truth or Dare, or as Victoria had begun calling it 'how many times can Tugger dare a cat to spend seven minutes in the den,' most of the still awake Jellicles had begun retiring to the dens at last. Plato and Victoria parted ways to their respective den for the remaining resting hours before the ball.
The tom's den was relatively quiet, Admetus was already fast asleep and Tugger looked as if he was trying to stay awake but was failing terribly. Tumblebrutus and Pouncival were currently engaged in a paw war, Alonzo was grooming his coat, Mistoffelees was stretching his legs and finally, Mungojerrie was fluffing the pillow underneath his injured tail.
"So I see you've still got your tail." Plato pointed to Mungojerrie's bandaged stripey tail. The male calico grunted before stroking his tail lovingly.
"I love my sister but sometimes she can really get us into trouble and I'm the one who has to pay the price!" Mungojerrie yowled. "Literally, have any of you got £100?" He held out his paw to the other toms who all gave him a questioning look.
"It wasn't Rumple's fault a tire fell on your tail. Be thankful it's still intact." Tumblebrutus meowed.
"We should probably settle down now, or we really will be too tired for the ball." Plato prompted. The others nodded and yawned before making themselves comfortable. "Where's Misto gone?" Plato pointed out, noticing that the tuxedo cat had disappeared from the den.
"Most likely doing something fancy..." Pouncival remarked as he let out a long yawn. Just to be on the safe side, especially after the days events, Plato got up once more and crawled out of the den hoping to catch sight of the magic cat. But what greeted his eyes was not something he expected.
Out int the clearing of the yard, through the dusty clouds of dusk, alone and simply standing was a pitch black cat with piercing green eyes of the purest shade of envy. Plato remained still, this was an unknown cat, a stranger and strangers very rarely found their way to the Jellicle clearing. Neither cat advanced, they remained as still as a statue. As he thought of breaking the silence, the strange cat suddenly picked itself up and scampered away. Needless to say, Plato was beyond dumbfounded. Mistoffelees jumped down from the automobile, startling Plato from his thoughts.
"There you are." Plato croaked.
"Yes, sorry. I remembered I had to do some last minute cheeks for Munkustrap." He explained. Plato nodded in acknowledgement before stepping aside to let the magical tom enter the den. He took one last glance around the yard, the unfamiliar cat was nowhere in sight. Shaking it from his mind, Plato entered the den ready to get some well needed shut-eye.
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Fanfiction||Book I|| It has been a year since Grizabella the Glamour cat was chosen by Old Deuteronomy to be reborn and journey to the Heavyside Layer. Now it is time for the next Jellicle to be chosen, however the appearance of a new cat threatens the old ti...
