Author’s note: Hey y’all, again I’m sorry about the wait! And I hate to say it, but this IS the end. There may be a sequel, but I dunno…please keep reading my work though! I love reviewers!

Disclaimer: I do not own CATS, but I own Malizethy and all his crimes, and Myswieoff

Ginger

Now that the Jellicle Leader himself had passed on, things took another turn again. Upon the ascent of Old Deuteronomy to the Heaviside Layer, Munkustrap, his son and heir to place of the Chief of the Tribe; was given all the secrets of the Jellicles. The Rum Tum Tugger, slightly younger son of Old Deuteronomy, and brother of Munkustrap was given the honor or being Second in Command, to take over, should something happen to the great Silver Tabby before his own ascent. Mistoffelees, returned from the Heaviside Layer, and given a chance at the life he had given up, remained no more than the Tribe’s Magician, and that was how he enjoyed it. Contrary to common belief, Mr. Mistoffelees did not wish to be in the spotlight. He wasn’t that type of Tom. He was a cat that loved to be alone, or with very close friends only. He loathed the attention his magic brought, in fact, now that the threat of Malizethy was vanquished, he thought he might as well destroy ever spell book he had, and destroy all of his powers. To be Quaxo forever…But then there would be no Magician to entertain and amuse the kittens. Perhaps, he would remain Mistoffelees, for just a while longer…

Although the Tomcats, come one month after the Jellicle Ball, were clueless (as toms tend to be) , about why their mates were becoming heavier, the queens of the tribe, young and old alike knew. This year’s litters of kittens were to be born within another month or so. Only a few of the older toms, such as Munkustrap, Mistoffelees, and Asparagus seemed to be able to understand. Even the Rum Tum Tugger, whose mate, Bombalurina, had already had a son by him, couldn’t quite seem to figure it out. When he had put his paw to his forehead in shock when Bombalurina told him, most everyone, well, everyone being the pregnant queens and the afore listed toms, chuckled. The Rum Tum Tugger, the Curios Cat, the Tom-Flirt of the tribe, didn’t quite know how to take the thought of having another kitten. It seemed to boggle his mind. Wasn’t Quaxoffelees a hand full enough ?

There is however, somewhere stating a rule, stating that one should never tell a Magical Cat (while in his magical form) that he is to be a father. Magic, and excitement are a terrible mix, even for the strongest and most controlled of the Magicks . Mistoffelees was one of these such cats. Electra, shortly after the Jellicle Ball, by no more than perhaps a week or two, had come home from Jellylorum’s broken down ambulance. Seeing her mate, The Magical Mr. Mistoffelees laying asleep in the cool shade of the old sewer pipe; crouched close and curled up with him. She buried her face into his chest fur and purred lovingly; just loud enough that he might hear her. With a quick twitch of his nose, and a flick of his tail, Mistoffelees woke up to Electra rubbing her face against his chest. Purring, he looked down at her and licked back the fur that fell into her dark eyes. Electra looked up at him, and broke into a wide grin, but it suddenly faded. How was she going to tell him? She couldn’t just come out and tell him that she was pregnant with his kitten, could she ? More likely, would she ? Misto nuzzled her cheek and purred. He knew she was trying to tell him something, and being the proper cat that he was, he waited patiently. It was for the best. Even if his mind was screaming for her to tell him, and his inner self was bouncing up and down on his paws as if he were just a hyperactive kitten that had too much sugar. But taking her nerve, Electra sat up and whispered in his ear,

“ Mistoffelees, you’re going to be a father”

And he nearly jumped for joy. He knew if he hadn’t been in the pipe that he would have leapt up to does a toe touch in excitement. His fur flashed in many different colours in pure, happy thrill. He felt the heat rushing to his fingertips, the heat of his magic lightning, just begging to be used. He pointed his paws at the back of his nest, and a broken Ming vase ( courtesy of Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer), vanished, sizzling. Again his fur flashed lights of many colours as he grinned and hugged Electra tightly, but soon loosened his grip as not to hurt her, or their unborn kitten.

After calming for a moment, the Great Mistoffelees’ lightshow stopped and he purred softly, grinning as he pulled his queen close. He buried his face into Electra’s head fur and sighed softly in content, breathing in her scent. Purring Electra turned herself about in her tom’s strong black furred arms and snuggled up close to him. She smiled to herself. She was going to be a mother. A mother to Mistoffelees’ kitten none the less. She nearly started crying and gripped him close suddenly. Misto purred and hugged her a little tighter. The tears of her heart break rolled down her cheeks as she remembered the year that she had lived without the other half of her heart…the other half of her heart that hadn’t even known she had cared. The thought ate her up inside and she snuggled closer still, and kissed her mate’s neck.

It was a shock to the Junkyard when they announced that they would soon be proud parents. It was a bolt from the blue; Mistoffelees did not seem like he would be the type to ever be a father-- but ever the kitten instead. Also, Electra said she would never go through the pains of pregnancy and kitten birth for any tomcat, not one. Then Mistoffelees came along and stole the Halloween colored queen’s heart for good; locking it up in his breast, while she locked his heart in her own. She melted and gave herself, body, mind and soul over to him. And now they were to be parents, together.

And finally the day came. Electra went into labour at 3:30 am on December 19th, 1937. Quaxo quickly awoke and picked up his whimpering mate; who was clawing at his arm in pain. He hurried her to Jellylorum’s rusted out ambulance and laid her in the back as he turned himself into Mistoffelees, in a bright explosion of stars. The glimmer of magic awoke Jellylorum from her place sleeping on the old Jeep Tire. She looked around with blurred vision and went to go back to sleep; when Electra’s cry of pain sent a shiver down her spine. She knew her daughter was going into labour…and if anything happened to her, that weasel Mistoffelees would be to blame. Jellylorum leapt off the tire and ran to the old ambulance, and up inside. She pushed her daughter’s mate out of the way. Mistoffelees’ paw was clasped tightly in Electra’s as she screamed in the pain of a contraction…and it was going to be another several hours until she would give birth…

At 8:00 am, December 19th, 1937, Electra gave birth to a little kitten. A queen that was nearly all black and had a white chest, almost like her father‘s, but shaped like a heart. The fur surrounding her right eye was bright orange, and the fur closest to her bright amber eye, was pure red; the other side was white, with the fur closest to her eye being pale silver like her father. Several shocks of orange ran through her black head fur. Her arms were mostly black, with bands of orange and red, and her right hip was orange and red striped; the other was pure black like the night sky. Her tail was white and orange tipped. Upon seeing the little kitten, once Jellylorum had cleaned her off, Electra and her mate, Mistoffelees, named her Myswieoff (Miss-Swee-off). Seeing her colouring, they agreed. They would call her ginger for short…

Myswieoff would be a queen, born to live the life that the kittens killed by Malizethy, had been denied…

Sometimes the evils that come in the world, are a nightmare, and yet a blessing…for with them, comes a new lease on life…A new chance for an existence previously denied to you…

The End...

Author’s Note : Yeah, kind of a cheesy way to end the story, I know, but I wanted it to end on a happier note than it started. I would like the thank the following people for always reviewing my chapters and giving me feedback.

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