As I have been having terrible Writer's Block with most of my other stories, I've started doing a series of drabbles while I attempt to get rid of this devious, update-preventing creature. The word in between those little squiggly lines that I don't know the name of is the word the drabble's based on. I get them from a random word generator. Anyway… I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer for the rest of the fic: I don't own Cats.


"Concentrate," I commanded, facing my student. It was Quaxo's - Mistoffelees's brother's- first magic lesson, and I was required to be his teacher. Let me tell you: it was a lot harder then when I taught Misto… he, at least, had been a fully-grown tom when I started teaching him. Quaxo was still a kitten.

"But Tanto," the tuxedo kit whined, "It's so hard!" A pebble sat in front of him, waiting for him to shut up and get on with the magic.

"If you don't concentrate, you'll never be able to do magic," I stated bluntly. His already white face paled slightly, and he shut up, trying to focus on getting the pebble to lift into the air.

We sat there for who-knows-how-long as he attempted to get the small stone to budge even a centimeter skyward. I sighed, becoming impatient.

Finally, as the sun was setting in the sky, the pebble gave a small wobble and rose, shaking, into the air. Quaxo's eyes lit up with excitement.

"I did it!" he cried, losing concentration. The pebble fell to the ground, and a crestfallen look appeared on his face. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the kit.

"It's okay," I soothed. "You'll get it right eventually. Now try again… and this time, remember to concentrate!"