Mistoffelees sighed. He was sitting on the ford in the moonlight. He was in the shadows; he didn't want to be seen. He was watching a solitary figure dance in the junkyard.
"She's so beautiful." Misto breathed to himself. He often watched her, she was shy, and she didn't talk to a lot of people. She was a kitten, like himself, but very mature for her age. She danced as she did when no one was around. She really was one of the best dancers in the yard, but she never let on much. He shifted his position slightly and caused a tin can to come tumbling down. The feline in the yard immediately crouched into fighting position and hissed.
"Who's there?" She said with fear in her eyes.
"Stupid stupid!" Misto cussed to himself. He took a deep breath and leapt into the middle of the yard.
"Misto? What are you doing here?" She said, her delicate face growing red.
"I um... you're a good dancer." He said stupidly.
"You... watch me? Why?" She said looking at the ground.
"You... don't dance like that in front of a lot of cats. You should." He said looking into her clear eyes.
"I... don't like people watching me. Especially toms." She said backing slowly away from him.
"But..." He began.
"I'm not going to dance anymore. Just leave me alone Mistoffelees." She whispered as she ran from the junkyard.
"Wait! Demeter!" Misto called. He sighed and stomped his foot in frustration as the golden queen ran off into the night. He had just started having feelings for her. He remembered when he first saw her dance, about 2 months before. He had been snoozing in the old oven and woke up suddenly to find everyone had gone to their dens or to their owners. Misto remembered every detail...
He stretched thinking vaguely he should go home soon. As he crept from the oven, a sudden movement in the yard made him jump. As he was hidden in the shadows, he didn�t have to worry about being spotted. He watched a small figure creep quietly into the junkyard. Squinting his eyes he realized it was the shy golden kitten, Demeter. He had never paid he much attention, he always thought she was a bit on the weird side, never talking to a lot of cats, save for Bomb. He thought it odd she was creeping into the junkyard now, in the dead of night. He watched her silently stand up and close her eyes, as if she was listening for something. As he watched her, he felt something odd in his stomach. He never realized how beautiful she was, the way her green eyes saw everything, the way the black and gold of her coat accented one another perfectly. And then she started to dance. In one graceful movement, she lifted her leg high above her head and began to dance. He watched her and a strange calmness came over him. Then suddenly, as quick as she had started, she stopped, her ears twitching. Worry crept back into her face, making her look older than she should have looked at her young age. She silently crept away, and Misto just stood there, replaying in his head her whole, beautiful dance.
Misto shook his head. Replaying that first night in his head made him dizzy with a weakness only Demeter could produce. He sighed. Why would a beautiful queen like Demeter ever be interested in him? He wasn�t special, he couldn�t do anything.
�If only I could dance like Demeter�� He thought to himself. Then he shook his head. He wasn�t graceful; he could never dance like Demeter. He was small, he got picked on a lot, and he didn�t even have a good voice.
�No wonder she doesn�t like me,� Misto said out loud, sulkily.
�Who doesn�t like you?� A voice called to him from the open junkyard. He jumped and peered around for the voice that had spoken. He crawled into the junkyard and spotted Victoria, and breathed a sigh of relied.
�Hey Vic. I�� His cheeks grew red. Victoria was one of his best friends; many thought they would make a cute couple, but Misto didn�t have any feelings for her what so ever.
�Come on you can tell me!� Victoria said soothingly. Misto reluctantly looked at her.
�Hey, what are you doing in the junkyard anyways?� Misto said suspiciously.
�I fancied a walk,� Victoria said, her cheeks grew rosy too.
�With a tom?� Misto grinned at her.
�You tell and I�ll tell,� Victoria stuck her tongue out at him.
�Fine. It�s Demeter. She�s a wonderful dancer Vic. I melt every time I see her. She just doesn�t see me.� Misto said sadly.
�Is she really? I�ve never seen her dance before�� Victoria said softly.
�She dances alone. At night. When no one is watching. Or when she thinks no one is watching.� Misto grinned a little guiltily.
�Well that�s really cute Misto. But she doesn�t seem to like toms a lot� she�s scared of them I think. But I don�t talk to her a lot.� Victoria said thoughtfully.
�Vic, your one of the best dancers in the yard� would you teach me how to dance?� Misto burst out suddenly. Victoria looked startled, then she smiled kindly.
�Of course I will!� She said happily. Misto grinned.
�So, who�s the lucky tom?� Misto said to her.
�Plato.� Victoria said, blushing. Misto just smiled.
�Well, I�ve got to get at least some sleep before morning.� Victoria said yawning. Misto nodded in agreement and they went their separate ways, Victoria to her owners house, Misto to his cardboard box. He snuggled in his blankets and fell asleep thinking about Demeter.
