Cat, Black

Again

Again, Cat Black, Shes My Honey

All She Wants To Do Is Spend My Money

Shes A Real Gone Chick and I Love Her So

Knocks Me Out When She Does The Rock 'N' Roll
(heyyy!!!!
also clarification on mistos name bcuz i feel like i might b confusing some; tugger knows that mistos magic is much more powerful than the other cats suspect, and that his second name is mr mistoffelees. misto told him that he could tell others if he wants, so he just always calls him mistoffelees but he never actually mentioned that mistoffelees is the others second name because hes just Like That. so munkustrap and most of the others in the junkyard keep calling him quaxo, and tugger keeps calling him mistoffelees, and no one knows why. just a funny little thing i have. i also think thats why tugger jumps in to sing mistos song; he knows his second/stage name and wants to call him mistoffelees for Magical Purposes!)

Sillabub had quickly become a staple to the Junkyard. Everyone loved the tiny kit, and if anyone hurt her, there would be at least ten other cats there to defend her within a second.

Her mother was still very protective of her, but occasionally let her off the close leash to go and hang around with some of the older cats that the golden queen trusted.

Now, who would this sweet kitten want to go to to hang out? Why, none other than the Junkyard dequelents, self proclaimed Cool Cats, with fanclubs and amazing outfits and human homes. Syllabub followed Bombalurina and The Rum Tum Tugger around with a child-like fascination and admiration.

Before actually approaching them, she would sit from a distance, coping their moves and fixing up her hair in an attempt to look up to the young adult cats.

Finally, Demeter herself had approached the two friends one day. The golden Queen had become close to Bombalurina, but not as much Tugger, and her kitten had still not spoken to them yet, shy with admiration.

Demeter had explained to the two that Sillabub greatly admired them, and was copying their every move, good and bad. The young mother did not want her daughter to do that!

Afterwards, the flamboyant pair had gone out of their ways to find the kit, bring her with them, and make sure that everything they did was age-appropriate. At some point over the past few days, Tugger had even acquired a coller with large spikes on it. It was slightly adjustable, but the spikes were long. Tugger claimed they wernt dangerous, and that the kitten would be safe, but Demeter still made her kit take it off once they returned to the nursery. She would sadly slip it over her head every night, and lay it gently in a corner before curling up with her mother.

At first, when Munkustrap had noticed the innocent kitten pal-ing around with Tugger, he had been concerned, knowing how protective Demeter could be. But she had reassured him that Bombalurina was always there(which didn't reassure the tabby at all, he knew that Bombalurina and Tugger got in a lot of trouble together), and she apparently trusted the pair around her kitten, so he didn't intervene.

Today, Munkustrap gently padded around Victoria and a few others as they danced peacefully, smiling a bit. Victoria was a wonderful dancer, and she loved to show it. Her love for dance was infectious, as she was not only a good teacher, but an overall pleasant cat to be around.

Her soft music faded into the background as he walked further away from her little dancing expedition.

Munkustrap continued walking. The only sounds around him were the sounds of nature; birds chirped, branches rattled, and a loud scream pierced through the air.

Wait.

His paws pounded through the bushes, many thorns getting stuck in his thick fur, but the tabby could care less at the moment. He paused for a second as the scream stopped, but then it started again, and he turned towards where it seemed the sound was now coming from.