Mistoriastrap angst with Mistoffelees winning the Jellicle Choice. “I can’t loose you too.” “I will always be with you.”
Is this… is this an opportunity to continue The Dog Short 👀
Because I’m gonna take this as an opportunity to continue The Dog Short
(It’s not terribly long, and turned into a bit more of a Munkustrap study rather than entirely Mistoriastraps, so apologies for that!)
Mistoffelees had joined the tribe when Munkustrap was a young kitten.
He was a little shadow of a thing, shyer than any cat Munkustrap had ever known, but for as shy as he was, Mistoffelees was equally as sweet. He was cautiously curious, trailing after Munkustrap as he hung out with Cassandra, Demeter, and Tugger.
When they began to get to know one another more, and began to grow closer as best friends, Munkustrap stumbled upon Mistoffelees one morning, the younger tom curled in the corner of the Egyptian, watching everyone else interact.
Munkustrap slowly sat down beside him, nudging his shoulder. “You alright, Misto?”
“I’ve never had anything like this before.” Mistoffelees said softly. Munkustrap let out a questioning hum. “A family like this. I don’t… understand it, exactly.”
“What do you mean?”
Mistoffelees let out a breath. “You all just care about each other so much. The only people I ever really cared about were my parents, but they’re gone now.” Munkustrap moved closer to Mistoffelees, wrapping an arm around him and hugging him close. “I can’t lose you too.”
“You won’t, Misto.” Munkustrap replied. “I will always be with you.”
Munkustrap didn’t break his promise.
Over the following years, Munkustrap and Mistoffelees were inseparable. Even after Grizabella and Bombalurina left with Macavity, even after Tugger showed up with two sets of twins whose parents were former henchcats of Macavity. They were attached at the hip, even after Munkustrap was named Old Deuteronomy’s successor, and his duties increased.
The day of The Incident, Munkustrap and Mistoffelees were roaming around the city together, checking in on each of the hopeful Choices.
And then they had met her.
She was lovely, and quiet, and curious, and oh how it reminded Munkustrap of Mistoffelees when they first met.
Watching the two cats he had come to care so dearly for so quickly warmed the Protector’s heart, and he spent the majority of Jennyanydots and Bustopher’s songs watching the two interact.
But Munkustrap hadn’t been paying attention.
He hadn’t thought to keep an eye on Victoria during the rush away from Macavity after he had shown up during Bustopher’s song.
They all congregated back at The Egyptian, and that was when Munkustrap was panicking. It was alright, though, because Mistoffelees had gone after Victoria, and he knew that Mistoffelees would get her back safely.
When he heard running footsteps, his anxieties faded away, and Munkustrap turned with a smile as he spotted Victoria running towards him. His smile faded when he saw the horror-filled look on her face, and he stepped forward, opening his arms to catch her as she stumbled.
The rest of the evening was a blur, and all Munkustrap could remember was the feeling of Mistoffelees’ gasping breaths as he turned a pained smile on Munkustrap and Cassandra, bidding them a soft, loving farewell as he breathed his last.
Years later, after Munkustrap’s fur had turned even grayer, after he and Victoria danced at their own Ball, after he fathered a litter of kittens as curious and sweet as their parents, it was his turn to be Chosen to go to the Heaviside Layer.
Victoria had pulled him close, their tears falling as hard as they had when Mistoffelees had left them. “Say hello to him for me, will you?”
Munkustrap let out a shaky laugh, nodding. “I’ll give him your love.”
He had gone to the Layer with nervousness in his stomach, wondering what his beloved friend would say, what he would say to him.
As the lights had faded and the ache disappeared from his bones, Munkustrap opened his eyes to find himself meeting the gaze of the cat he had missed with his entire being for far too long. The warmest smile the grey tom had ever seen on the other cat’s face. He couldn’t hold himself back, and rushed forward, throwing his arms around the magician and hugging him as tightly as he could. Mistoffelees laughed, and hugged him back, just as fiercely.
It seemed as though they hadn’t broken their promise to one another, after all.
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