Cats The Musical Oneshots

Tugger, Misto and Clementine Fluffshot

Requested by: OliviaRzucidlo4973

Clementine, a rather small Maine Coon kitten, sat alone on a brick wall, her ears drooping. She was staring at the floor, a frown on her face. She scratched her ear before placing her paws convulsively in her lap and biting her lip. 

Her emerald green eye traced the cracks in the pavement below. The street was absolutely silent, and there was no other cat around. And that was the way Clementine liked it. She knew very well when she wasn't wanted. 

Despite the anger rising from the pit of her stomach, Clementine also felt something else. The want to be with others. If only the other kittens would play with her like they did with each other. Just because she was missing an eye, or some of the fur on her face wasn't there - that was absolutely no reason to neglect her all the time.

It wasn't her fault. She tried so very hard, so often to try and get the other kittens to accept her, play with her, even just talk to her would be something... But it was like she didn't even exist half the time. Like the others couldn't even see her. Of course, she got sympathy from the older cats, but also preferred talking to those around her own age.

The one exception for this was Skimbleshanks. He understood her better than anyone else did, he listened to her worries, her problems, her triumphs without ceasing giving her his full attention. He was like a father to her. The only problem was, he wasn't even in London half the time. So lots of the time Clementine was alone, walking the streets or just sitting and watching the others frolick.

Suddenly, a clatter echoed behind her, snapping from her thoughts and dreams of approval in a flash. Clementine wheeled around, turning to face the visitor. The Rum Tum Tugger. Great. Just great. He was stood frozen with one leg off the ground, as if in the middle of walking. Seeing he'd been found, a sheepish grin appeared on his face and he came over. 

"Hey." He greeted the caramel and brown dappled cat, sitting next to her. "Hey." Clemetine replied quietly, hugging her legs and resting her head on her knees. She moved her tail around her like a shield and stared straight ahead again. "What's wrong?" Tugger asked, going to place a hand on her shoulder. She pushed him away and carried on staring silently at the towering city buildings.

"Are you going to answer?" He pestered her, puffing up his mane as he did so. "No." Clementine said. "You wouldn't understand, anyway." She added quietly, still refusing to look at the fellow Maine Coon.

"I might." He encouraged her, shuffling closer. "No you won't. You're popular." Clementine said dismally. "Eh." Tugger said, shrugging. "I could help you. Look, it's not good for you to keep your problems all bottled up the whole time. At least tell someone."

"I do." The young female replied in defense. "And who's that lucky cat?" The tom asked, a tone of annoyance in his voice as if he expected Clementine to come running to him for everything. "Skimbleshanks." Clementine said proudly. "Oh. Well, the old man's not here right now, is he? And he's not going to be back for quite a while, so in the meantime..." He broke off when Clementine's head whipped round, a look of disapproval on her face.

"He's not that  old." She said. Tugger remained silent and bit his bottom lip, trying desperately to think of what to say next. "I didn't mean that. Look, what I'm saying is-" But he was cut off by another bang and a puff of smoke in the street below.

Mr Mistoffelees emerged from it, coughing and covered in soot. "You ok?" Tugger asked, and Misto swiftly looked up at them, his cheeks becoming dusted with pink. "I'm fine. But... Where am I?" He asked, coming to sit with the two cats. 

"The junkyard's just over there. You didn't go far, don't worry." Tugger said, patting his head from around Clementine. "Oh, good." Misto sighed, then noticed Clementine. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking at her in worry. 

She didn't answer. It was bad enough having Tugger as company, but the conjuring cat too? Now she just wanted to be alone. Mistoffelees glanced at Tugger, and he shrugged. "If I tell you, will you go away?" Clementine asked. "Sure." Tugger replied. "I'm lonely, ok?" 

Clementine buried her head in her knees, waiting for the toms to respond. "Lonely?" Misto asked quietly. "Yes." The kitten replied. Before Clementine could protest, Mistoffelees had put his arm around her. She tensed up at his touch, but then relaxed slightly. "I know how you feel." He said wistfully.

Clementine looked up in hope. "I would say that... But it wouldn't be true." Tugger shrugged. The small tuxedo gave him a look, raising his eyebrows, before turning his attention back to the cat he was holding. 

"When I was younger... Lots of kittens didn't want anything to do with me. I don't know why - just something about me that put them off, I guess. I was alone for long periods of time, wondering what I was doing wrong, when I started to use my magic. I used it to - I guess you could say impress - the other cats, who suddenly seemed to like me. But something changed that day. Did they just like me for my magic, or my actual personality? The battle in my mind over those questions led to me losing the inability to use my powers for quite a while, if you remember. And... They still liked me. They helped me get them back. There's always someone there for you, Clementine. Whether it looks like it or not." 

Clementine looked up at Misto in suprise, who smiled. "Only problem is..." She started, gritting her teeth. "He's up in bloody Glasgow!" She exclaimed. "He meant he was there for you!" Tugger said. "Oh." Clementine said guiltily. Mistoffelees just laughed. "Sorry! Are you?" She asked. "Of course!" Misto said, giving her a much-needed squeeze. 

"And I guess I'm here too..." Tugger said half-heartedly. "I'm joking." He finished, putting an arm around her too. And for once, she let him. "Clem..." Misto started. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you get... You know..." He trailed off, his gaze falling to the ground, as if he was ashamed of even starting at all. 

"All this?" She said, gesturing to herself. "Well... Yeah." Misto said awkwardly. "Um... There was an accident. I don't really want to talk about it if that's ok..." Clementine said, trying her hardest not to relive it.

"It's fine." Mistoffelees said, scratching behind his ear. "Maybe if you talk to the other kittens they'll see that you're not what they think you are, and they'll want to be friends with you!"

"Misto, that's really cheesy, but it's actually a good idea." Tugger said. "C'mon." Misto urged Clementine, helping her off of the wall they'd been sitting on.

Tugger jumped down soon after and the three cats started walking back to the junkyard, talking animatiedly to each other.

And although Clementine wasn't that fond of the two cats before, they'd grown somewhat closer from that day on.

A/N: I'm sorry it was so late, there's just been a lot going on lately what with one thing and another, hope you understand!

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