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flame-x · 1 year

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A list of named swings and such

So. I know one of these already exists. BUT. I'm doing another. because i can

Old London Swings (pre-Revival, mostly late 80s and the 90s) Greycat/Hysperia/NBQ (nameless brown queen)- Greycat was sometimes known as NBQ, it depended on her costume, which ranged from grey to tan. Hysperia is a different cat who has sometimes been called NBQ by fans even though she isn't Greycat/NBQ AJ- "Almost Jemima". Female kitten Tabbygirl- more mature queen (usually covered adult roles) Patches- male kitten, often resembles Admetus Calico- male or female Caramel- male, looks very similar to Victor Victor- originated here but used in productions worldwide

Post-revival London Swings Electra (also Lightning Ellectra) George Pouncival Victor

Early Broadway Swings (80s and 90s) Spike- young male George- young male AJ- young female Greycat- female Carbucketty- male kitten, later cut when Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer became actual cats and not trash puppets Babygriz's design was also used as a swing

US Tour Swing Spike- different design. male.

China 2012 Grumbuskin Jemima Oliva Murad Quaxo Noilly Prat Latter four have since been used in other productions

Gothenburg 2006 Isis Ramses Garbo Shakespeare Tintomara Agustus Moses Savannah

Warsaw 2004 Fraszka Fantasia Sierściuch Zyleta/Kocik Le Miau Angelika Mamrotka Turbo Ptys Menello Bianco Kara Kotek

Tecklenburg 2015 Rocketta Eris Barnaby Buttons Bonzo Mab

Thunerseespiele 2017 Ishtar Luna Roxy

2009 Italian Tour Caligola Paride

Helsinki 1986 Aprilli Gilbert Lilli Marina Meijuli Grumbuskin/Rokkonen Russu Sibylla

Oslo 1985 Kvesesta Potefar Godnattakatt

The Named Swings Some of these are full ensemble characters in certain productions but when other productions cut that character or use an alternative, that name is often used for a swing. Admetus- when he's replaced by Plato, Admetus is sometimes used by a male/female swing Augustus Autumn Bill Bailey Carbucketty Electra Etcetera Exotica- first used to create a cameo for Femi Taylor (who played Tantomile in the OLC I'm pretty sure) in the 1998 film but has since been used for swings in large productions George- male kitten Jemima- female kitten Jonathan- male Murad- young male Noilly Prat- young female Olivia- young female Peter Quaxo- young male Victor- kind of an elderly male? his performer usually covers the older roles like Gus and Old Deuteronomy There's also a swing Babygriz in the current UK Tour

And now the mindfuck that is alternatives: Bill Bailey/Tumblebrutus- Bill Bailey originated in the original London production. Tumblebrutus was used instead of him on Broadway and in the 1998 film (the latter to maintain international something or other). In the 98 film it was Bill Bailey under the name Tumblebrutus. Carbucketty/Pouncival- Carbucketty originated in the original London production. As with Bill Bailey/Tumblebrutus, Pouncival was used instead of his London counterpart on Broadway and in the 1998 film. In the 98 film it was Carbucketty under the name Pouncival. Pouncival/George- the 2014 London Palladium production included a third male kitten aside from Carbucketty and Bil Bailey named Pouncival, who's design was actually much closer to the original London George character than to Carbucketty.

Quaxo/Mistoffelees- Big mindfuck! In UK-style productions, the performer is credited as Quaxo up until his song, where he is revealed to be The Magical Mr. Mistoffelees. This is usually explained as Mr. Mistoffelees being Quaxo's stage name. However, in some productions they're completely different cats, with Quaxo using a totally different design. Also, as Quaxo/Misto used to dance a tap dance duel against Jennyanydots while dressed as the lead beetle. Because of this, all pre-revival London productions attached the name Quaxo to the lead tap dancing beetle regardles of whether or not it was played by Mistoffelees. Plato/Admetus- Even bigger mindfuck! Admetus was the original double for Macavity in London and I think London-based prodctions still use Admetus. Plato is the Broadway version of the same cat. The Plato you see in the 1998 film is the Admetus design. Plato's design originally had a lot of brown and grey but since the 98 film, which used the Admetus design, you get a lot of "Admetus costume and makeup but named Plato". In productions where Plato is the Macavity double, the name Admetus is sometimes used for a swing (this is common in Australian-style productions) Admetus/George- This one is purely to do with the 98 film. Frank Thompson was credited with playing the Rumpus Cat and Admetus. Fans assumed the cat who was actually using the George design was Admetus, but it is unknown if the renaling of the George design to Admetus was intentional or not. Jemima/Sillabub- Jemima originated from the original London production but was renamed Sillabub in the US and in US-based prosuctions to avoid any negative racial connotations. Since then, the name Sillabub is used more often outside of Europe, though in productions where Sillabub is used as the principle version, the name Jemima is sometimes used for a female swing. Jemima is a named swing in the China 2012 and Shiki productions.

Other names There are two names in Old Possum's that haven't been used in any production (that I know of): James and Cat Morgan. Then there's Socrates, who is exclusive to the 2019 film.

So! That's that! Wow this got long and kinda detailed. If you've any questions/additions/whatever, send them in an ask and I'll do my best to answer.

There are many, many, more unnamed swings, but this is a compiled list of named swings.

I got the majority of my information from the wiki and also from this post by @/theimpossiblescheme.

#cats the musical #jellicle cats #do i count as a swing expert yet #swings #cats swings #mean like a minx and lean like a lynx #god this took freaking ages #but it was worth it!#long post #helpful #well at least to the people who need it #i hope

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namethat-i-oughttohavetoldyou · 2 years

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There Are Many Benefits To Being A Matelot

Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirate fic for @cryptidvoidwritings >:) First time writing the Raffish crew! At first I wanted to think up different names for them, but I thought it would be a little confusing and you did ask for Tuggerstrap in particular, so the Raffish crew happens to share the names of the cats who portray them during the musical. I hope you enjoy! :) Quick warning: alcohol and sex are discussed, but neither consumed or performed. Love to everyone who reads, likes or reblogs! ♥♥♥

The screams of the seagulls almost tuned out the other racket going on above them, therefore, Tugger was as relaxed as one could be.

Although…

He stretched and threw his left leg over Munkustrap’s right.

Now he was relaxed.

Munkustrap commented this with little more than a soft huff of breath, eyelids heavy and ears flicking ever so often in half-asleep, drunken stupor.

Tugger turned his head to admire his companion for a moment, from the tips of his black ears to the equally black, folded paws that were resting on his stomach, down to his worn-out leather boots with the small lopsided heart carved into the left heel, courtesy of Tugger himself.

“Why not your initials?” Grumbuskin had asked while observing the shoe-carving almost a year ago.

“He can’t read,” Tugger had answered. Munkustrap had just sat there and giggled.

Well, maybe they just all drank too much too often. But then again, who would withhold this one last source of pleasure from them?

Or rather second to last source. One source was currently lying right next to Tugger.

Said source was also humming and somehow swaying even though he was laying down, so maybe they should really give the drinking problem a little more thought. Later, though. When they weren’t so drunk.

Growltiger and Griddlebone’s duet reached a new level of volume on the deck above them, and Tugger crossed his arms behind his head and wondered what it must be like to have a paramour.

Might be nice to have someone waiting for you at the shore. But then again, wasn’t it much nicer to have them right with you on the ship, at all times? Maybe he preferred having a matelot instead of a lover.

Tugger grabbed Munkustrap’s tail, who stopped humming for just a second to quietly huff again, then resumed humming.

Yeah, matelotage was much better. More benefits to it, too. Griddlebone probably wouldn’t inherit any property if Growltiger decided to kick the bucket.

(Not that Tugger was very eager to inherit anything soon. He had his own pair of worn-out boots, thank you.)

He petted the soft striped tail in his hands, smoothing down the fur and watching the tip twitch lazily.

“Don’t pull,” Munkustrap said without moving his lips, blinking excruciatingly slow.

“Would never think of it,” Tugger answered and pulled a little.

“Mmph.”

Tugger hid a grin in his shirt collar and turned his head to where Mistoffelees and Mungojerrie had long become an unorganized cluster of limbs. Skimble sat at the bulkhead and stared at the ceiling, fully immersed in the passionate singing that went on up there.

“You’re pining.”

Skimble startled and shot Tugger an offended glare. “Yes. And what about it?”

Tugger shrugged. “As long as Growltiger’s still alive…”

“Well, maybe we should wish upon a star, all of us together. Our contracts are far from over.”

That was true.

Piracy was great, all in all: sailing was fun and there was always enough to eat (and too much to drink), it was nice to fall asleep to the sound and movement of the waves, they had health insurance and what was matelotage if not the greatest invention ever? (Poor Skimble. Maybe they would have to consider polygamy, he seemed so dreadfully lonely sometimes.)

The only disadvantage was… well. They had a boss. And said boss was, frankly said, an asshole.

There was a reason why the crew only consisted of five cats. They were the toughest and most steadfast, and they survived getting bullied, shoved, kicked and punched just because Growltiger felt like it without much of a complaint. At least in Growltiger’s vicinity.

Tugger spent many hours of his day wishing for the Navy to catch up to them and simultaneously fearing what would happen to the crew if they did so.

“Kind of hard to wish upon a star when we’re down here, though.”

Skimble scratched his chin. Then he stared at the ceiling again. Tugger did the same.

Truth to be told, everyone was pining a little for Griddlebone; it was almost impossible not to. She was one of the most beautiful living creatures wandering on this green earth, that much was certain. Her voice was hypnotic and her sense of humour even more so, and she could drink tea in the most fanciest manner Tugger had ever seen, and he and the rest of the crew thought that to be highly impressive, not to say attractive.

If Growltiger did kick the bucket and Griddlebone was willing to go for a bit of mattress sport, Tugger wouldn’t think twice before accepting. He’d probably bring Munkustrap, though, just to have something familiar to fall back on should something not go according to plan.

…Yes, matelotage was much better than just having a lover.

“I made the right decision,” Tugger told Munkustrap, pulling a little on his tail.

“Ah,” Munkustrap said.

Then: “That’s good.”

“Yes.”

“…”

“Concerning you, I mean.”

“Oh.”

And then Munkustrap smiled, and smiled and smiled and smiled and Tugger pulled a little on his tail again because he could barely stand it. He would surely burst if he looked at the smile for even one second longer, so he continued with staring holes into the ceiling.

From the corner of his eyes, Tugger could see Munkustrap’s paws unfolding themselves, and the right one reached, grasped Tugger’s, held on and pulled back to refold with his left.

Tugger let go of Munkustrap’s abused tail and rested his remaining paw on his chest, absentmindedly playing with the loose buttons of his linen shirt.

“I’m glad you made the decision.”

Tugger silently noted that he said ‘decision’, not ‘right decision’ and squeezed his paw.

Munkustrap squeezed back.

“Me too.”

For a while, nothing was heard but the two lovers’ voices hitting new record heights, the seagulls and Skimble scratching his chin from time to time.

“What do you think of polygamy?”

Munkustrap’s eyes opened a little wider; he almost looked awake now. “Probably a lot of effort to manage so that nobody is jealous of someone else. Why do you ask?”

Tugger was about to lift his paw off his chest to point at the lone tomcat sitting at the bulkhead, when suddenly all hatches slammed shut at the same time with a BANG.

The tangle of limbs and fur that was Mungojerrie and Mistoffelees flinched and untangled at a breathtaking speed. At least that’s what Tugger assumed was happening, because with the closing of the hatches their only source of light had been decimated.

To be precise: it was pitch black, with only slivers of light poking through the ceiling beams.

Munkustrap’s wide yellow eyes stared back at him when Tugger turned his head back around, apparently very suddenly very sober.

A loud, wailing shriek rang out and made the Raffish crew’s ears press to their skulls. Then the ship vibrated with a lot of cats stomping about, a lot of screaming and several swords clashing, interspersed with a splash of someone falling into the water here and there.

“The Navy!” Mungojerrie breathed, at the same time as Mistoffelees whispered “It’s Gilbert!”

The noise kept up for several more long minutes, then there was a very big splash, and loud cheers of “Huzzah!” relieved the crew’s accumulated tension.

Growltiger had been defeated.

As their crewmates whooped and hollered, Tugger and Munkustrap looked at each other without a word. The hatches were closed; there had been no way for them to enter the fight and help, but they hadn’t really felt like it anyway. They could reach the gun deck easily, however, and the gun ports were most probably still open. A successful escape was more than likely.

Maybe they’d even come across Griddlebone, swimming around in the Thames somewhere.

Tugger squeezed Munkustrap’s paw, and Munkustrap squeezed back.

Matelotage was great.

Poor Griddlebone hadn’t gotten anything out of being Growltiger’s lover other than wet fur and a head cold, if she was truly unlucky. But at the moment, she wasn’t their problem, and they all enjoyed their sudden unemployment very much.

“Now, tell me, Skimble,” Mungojerrie grinned as the five of them climbed out of the gun ports into blessed freedom, whiskers blowing in the wind and sharp teeth bared to laugh at the moon, “how did that star you wished upon get below deck?”

All pirates are bisexual, I don’t make the rules. This was utterly and completely inspired by the time I saw Cats in Vienna; Everlasting Cat bless Dominik Hees’ pirate Tugger and his unstoppable urge to cuddle with Alexander Auler’s giggly drunk pirate Munk. ♥ Originally this thing was almost four times as long, but it got a little long-winded and world-building-y so I had to reduce it quite drastically XD It’s very probable that I’ll come back to it at some point, because I love pirates. You love pirates. Everyone loves pirates. Thank you for reading! ♥ Also:

#cats the musical #rum tum tugger #munkustrap #tuggerstrap #namethat-i writes #catsiversary: the sequel

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boydykedevo · 10 months

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all the real ones are rarely used/swings to ensure no one's seen me talk about them before lol

#and the fake one is an old old oc i rarely touch these days #secretly this is a test of how smoothly my oc name blends in with ts elliot's names ladshfkjafh #tho idk if a couple of these are directly taken from his work #icarus is talking

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lightingelectratwo · 10 months

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Growltiger 's last stand.

#cats the musical #jellicle cats #growltiger #Growltiger 's last stand #griddlebone #ratfish Crew #Mr Clark #Lily LaRose #cats gilbert #the siamese cats

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goblinlovesmusicals · 2 years

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Goblin's Cats oc guide!

I've revamped and changed sm abt my ocs that I figured I should do this lol.

Moriah the Artist cat:

Three words: Creative, Somber, Hopeful.

Bio: Moriah has the ability to predict the future through her paintings. Painting for fun has been pushed away a bit so that she can predict things for the tribe. She wishes to be free and able to paint whatever she wants, but she's somewhat forced to be serious about her role.

Family: Mate of Tantomile. Eventual mother of Malachite and Philomena.

Lizadora the Senior Protector:

Three words: Motherly, Powerful, Courageous

Bio: A very big and very strong queen. She has a large list of values and will not hesitate to defend them or the people she loves. She tells stories to the kittens and they'll often crowd around her looking for a tale.

Family: Mate of MaliTart, Mother of Magnolia and Charlie. Sister of GrizaBella, their parents were called MikTom and Kathleen.

Waltze the Mob Boss cat:

Three words: Jovial, Selfless, Virtuous.

Bio: A fancy cat hailing from Germany, with his long luscious hair and pretty bowtie. His owners have a suit shop, and he operates out of It. He takes in those that nobody else will, mainly dogs, and is quite generous with his riches. As long as you're kind to him, he won't send his "sons" after you.

Family: Adoptive dad of about 20 stray dogs. Mayyybe the boyfriend of Koffi 👀 (@storyweaverofgondor).

Bumblebutts the Beekeeper cat:

Three words: Goofy, Cheery, Proud.

Bio: Just a sweet little queen taking care of her bees. She claims to speak bee and has never been stung by one. She is very prideful of her work and loves to chat with the queen bees.

Family: Twin of Butterbow. Mate of Chi-Isma and Flamebo (@storyweaverofgondor ocs), and eventual mother of Decora, Bumfuzzle, and Flicker.

Butterbow the Lobster Boat cat:

Three words: Vain, Passionate, Serious.

Bio: Butterbow is a very stern queen, taking her role as "Captain" of her owners' lobster boat. She takes extreme pride in what she does, and doesn't take it lightly at all. She does however have one insecurity: she had an accident which led to a terrible scar on her head, and she covers it up with a raincoat.

Family: Twin of Bumblebutts.

Khenti the Messenger cat:

Three words: Efficient, Charming, Intense.

Bio: The official messenger of the Jellicle tribe. She travels far and wide to send letters and important diplomatic documents. She hails from Egypt, and came to London for adventure, finding a tribe and love in the process.

Family: Mate of Charlie and TimTam.

Jinx the Cheshire cat:

Three words: Violent, Troubled, Firm.

Bio: As daughter of Macavity and princess of The Hidden Paws, Jinx is under immense pressure. She was called unlucky by her birth parents and abandoned as a result, and she was found by Macavity and declared his heir. She is known to lash out, and many fires have been linked to her.

Family: Adopted daughter of Macavity and Cheddar, adopted sister of Chicken Wing. Girlfriend of GrumBuskin. Eventual mother of Agatha and Fergus.

Magnolia the garden cat:

Three words: Sensitive, Kind, Intelligent.

Bio: Maggie loves flowers, absolutely adores them. Her and Bumblebutts are good friends, and they'll chat with bees together. She's always up to talk about flowers, and will give them away for every occasion.

Family: Daughter of Lizadora and MaliTart, sister of Charlie.

Tox the Mad Scientist:

Three words: Vile, Inquisitive, Cruel.

Bio: The epitome of cruelty. She views almost every cat as just a pawn or a test subject. Though she does have a tiny bit of fondness for her partner, Eris (an oc of @baconandbuscuits ), and her two children, Hollyhock (@baconandbuscuits again), Hemlock. She will not hesitate to drop them if something happens, as her all time goal is to defeat Macavity, despite working under him. She has a somewhat complicated relationship with her test subject, Barkus (yet again @baconandbuscuits ), who is also the father of Hemlock...

Family: Mate of Eris, Mother of Hollyhock and Hemlock.

Iridescence the Gift cat:

Three words: Generous, Thoughtful, Kindhearted.

Bio: A positivity spreading queen who believes love can be shown through gifts. Leaves mice on every humans doorstep and treats for all her friends. She just wants everyone to be happy, even if that means she gets hurt trying to find specific gifts...

Family: Has a crush on Goose.

Noxebris the Blues cat:

Three words: Soulful, Bold, Insecure

Bio: A sleek and soulful cat who digs the Blues. He's often in his brothers' shadows but he doesn't mind, he does his own thing. He had some level of insecurity because his style of music isn't very Jellicle-like. He's the reborn version of GrizaBella's long passed mentor.

Family: Son of GrizaBella and Old Deuteronomy, brother of Macavity and Tugger. Pining for Despoina and Mona.

Charlie the Dumpster cat:

Three words: Calm, Streetwise, Durable.

Bio: Charlie is a master at hiding. He has a deep fear of humans and would much rather slum it up in garbage than be a pet.

Family: Son of Lizadora and MaliTart, brother of Magnolia. Mate of Khenti and TimTam.

TimTam the Bakery cat:

Three words: Lazy, Indulgent, Content.

Bio: Just a little plump cat that loves blankets and treats. Will give out day old pastries to the strays, always saving a few for himself. Idolizes Bustopher Jones.

Family: Mate of Khenti and Charlie.

Cheddar the Henchcat:

Three words: Eager, Smitten, Capable.

Bio: Cheddar is the henchcat closest to Macavity. He's his assistant, chef, masseuse, executioner, husband, and much more. He doesn't hesitate to do whatever Macavity asks of him, and will get violent if need be.

Family: Mate of Macavity, adoptive father of Jinx and Chicken Wing.

Hemlock the Apprentice:

Three words: Bright, Aspiring, Meek.

Bio: Hemlock is nearly the exact opposite of Tox. Where she is cruel and hard, he is fair and shy.

Family: Son of Tox and Barkus, adopted son of Eris, brother of Hollyhock.

Buckaroo the Meowdy cat:

Three words: Honest, Flirtatious, Hard-working.

Bio: Just a genuine guy. Happy to help and very proud of his farm life. He was raised by horses and tends to trot and gallop. I'd compare him to Thomas from the Aristocats.

Family: Two horses called Marigold and Jesse are his adoptive parents. He has an on and off thing with Dragonsnapper.

Dragonsnapper the Larrikin cat:

Three words: Rowdy, Judgemental, Rough.

Bio: Snappy abandoned his show cat life, shaved his fur to be one big spiky mowhawk, and got a little Jean vest. Now he's trying to become the next Rockstar of the Jellicles. He idolizes Tugger somewhat, though he mainly sees him as out of date.

Family: Has an on and off thing with Buckaroo.

Gizpallid the Therapy cat:

Three words: Attentive, Deppressed, Workaholic.

Bio: Giz is disabled, his legs are paralyzed and he's in a little cat wheelchair. He feels inadequate because he can't dance like Jellicles should, though he hides it. He focuses on helping others through their issues and trying to ignore it.

Family: Mate of Socrates.

Goose the Avian cat:

Three words: Clairvoyant, Insightful, Wistful.

Bio: Goose is a special Tom, having the ability to read minds...of birds, and of birds only. It gets hard when someone else is eating a bird and he feels guilty. He wishes he could become a bird, so he can be with folks he understands.

Family: Has a crush on Iridescence.

MaliTart the Hex cat:

Three words: Grumpy, Mysterious, Wise.

Bio: Mali is just tired. They were experimented on for most of their life because of their magic, and they've become bitter from it all. They've found some happiness with their family, but they just want to rest now.

Family: Mate of Lizadora, parent of Charlie and Magnolia.

Doe:

Three words: Hospitable, Soft, Nurturing.

Bio: A southern belle with all the sweetness and hospitality. A very soft and fluffy queen, allergies are why her family dumped her. She’s still not used to the hardness of the streets, and she doesn’t think she ever will be.

Family: Mate of Axelle, adoptive mother of Palomine and Persnickety.

Palomine:

Three words: Friendly, Courageous, Uplifting.

Bio: Him and his twin were unwanted kittens, so they’ve been on the streets since birth. He’s the more outgoing of him and his brother, and is usually the one that ‘Snickety hides behind. He has high hopes that one day they’ll find a home, and he’ll be able to make new friends.

Family: Brother of Persnickety, adoptive son of Axelle and Doe.

Persnickety:

Three words: Anxious, Calculated, Shy.

Bio: The quietest and the most careful of the bunch. He prefers to run or hide rather than fight, which can lead to him getting lost. He really needs stability in life.

Family: Brother of Palomine, adoptive son of Axelle and Doe.

Axelle:

Three words: Bitter, Proficient, Receptive.

Bio: Her true owner passed away, and her owners family didn’t want her, so she was tossed outside. She tends to have a pretty negative outlook on things as a result, but that doesn’t stop her from trying hard and persevering. She’s the leader of the group basically, and really wants to get her family somewhere safe.

Family: Mate of Doe, adoptive mother of Palomine and Persnickety.

Despoina the Opera Queen:

Three words: Demure, Dulcet, Romantic

Bio: The shy and lesser known sister of Munkustrap. She had nobody to play with whenever he'd go off to train with Old D, and mainly ended up hiding as a kitten. Being alone so much let her practice her voice with no distractions, and her vocal cords developed very well, earning her title of The Opera Queen. Noxebris and her were very close as kittens and they both have feelings for each other, but their individual insecurities keep them from it.

Family: Daughter of a stray queen called Silvette (Deut knew none of his legitimate heirs were qualified to rule so he chose her son), Twin of Munkustrap. She, Mona, and Noxebris are pining for each other.

Chicken Wing the Deli Kitten:

Three words: Mischievous, Innocent, Bright

Bio: Their humans own a deli near Macavity's lair, and they wandered into it by accident. Seeing a new opportunity for a child, Cheddar immediately took them in and convinced Mac to keep them. They're Macavity's secondary heir, but they're too young to know exactly what that entails yet...

Family: Adopted child of Macavity and Cheddar, lil sibling of Jinx.

Qwerty the Office Cat:

Three words: Awkward, Straightforward, Astute.

Bio: Qwerty lives with his very nerdy owner that lives above their office. He never really leaving the office and never really chats with other cats, just watching the workers and looking at the superhero movies that his owner plays. One day, his owner left the window open and Qwerty wandered outside to get a piece of paper that the wind blew out, and he ended up catching the eye of some Jellicles. Said Jellicles helped him retrieve the paper and they all ended up chatting for hours, telling him old Jellicle tales. They invited him to the yard, able to tell this strange tom is for sure a Jellicle, and now Qwerty is looking for more ways to sneak out of the office...and maybe find this hot "Rumpus Cat" that they told him about...

Family: Doesn't have anythung but a dehabilitating crush on The Rumpus Cat.

Mona the Mime Queen:

Three words: Silent, Eerie, Dramatic

Bio: Born during a ball, under the light of the Jellicle Moon, Mona is truly a sight to behold. She looks like Buenos Aires Mistoffolees. She doesn't speak with her voice, but uses sign and interpretive dances to speak. She unnerves many cats, and may have a connection to the Everlasting Cat.

Family: Secretly pining for Noxebris and Despoina.

Wilder the Demi-god cat:

Three words: Omnipotent, Wild, Prankish.

Bio: Once upon a time the Everlasting Cat decided that she wanted a child, so she found a tom who was one of her most loyal followers and they made a kitten. Said kitten would go on to be a God version of a troublesome teenager- His Mother named him Wilder because he can always get more wild. He ditched his status as the Prince of The Heaviside layer to go have fun with all the mortals. He kept the semi immortality tho, he liked that part- these days he breaks hearts and messes with the locals, befriending one eerie boy 👀

Family: The Everlasting Cat is his Mama and his Dad was some normal cat who passed away a while ago.

Ruby the Pollicle Cat:

Three words: Fierce, Loyal, Determined.

Bio: A little ways from the Jellicle Junkyard, there is another junkyard, only this one hold Pollicles. Most of the Pollicles are owned by the junkyard master, but a fair bit of them are just strays that took sanctuary among the garbage. Ruby’s Mother had just had a litter of puppies, and she happened to find a little kitten who’d been thrown away, she then raised Ruby as her own and as if she was a dog. Ruby is a tortoiseshell American Curl cat, she solely believes that she should have been born an actual dog. She knows very well thats she’s a cat, but she ignores it in favor of proving herself over and over again as a dog. She’s very fierce and protective of her junkyard, and can easily handle herself among her pack.

Family: She has been somewhat adopted by Waltze (another of my ocs), alongside a bunch of other dogs her age.

#cats the musical #cats the musical ocs #i am #not tagging everyone im sorry #Goblin's ocs

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the-cat-at-the-theatre-door · 2 years

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Age Chart

A fun little exercise to get my HCs organized. A couple notes:

-Please note that these are just ages that I personally like to HC in my little universe - they are subject to change depending on interpretation/are fluid, and you do not need to agree with me. I encourage you to make your own age charts!

-This age scale is based on human ages rather than cat ages just because that’s how I like to read it. I don’t bother calculating cat years. It’s all based on vibes.

-Characters are organized from left to right with those on the left being the eldest of the group, and continuing younger as you read right. Some cats might be the same age in years, but several months or weeks older than the other, ergo the order. I have put rough ages next to each of them, but they are flexible/exist in a range.

-Any names given to swing/ensemble characters I’ve decided to include are either my own names, or names that I have borrowed from others (more specifically @theimpossiblescheme - and I believe Rhia for one of them. If I put a * next to the name, it doesn’t belong to me).

SENIORS (70+)

-Gus the Theatre Cat (Who is only a few weeks older than Deuteronomy, but he won’t let him live that down) (85 - 90) -Old Deuteronomy (His most recent reincarnation, anyhow -they’re actually a whole lot older than this if we count all the lives previous) (85 - 90)

IN BETWEEN (60+)

-Grizabella the Glamour Cat (61) -“Walking Cover” (Cattywampus) (60)

MIDDLE AGED (50 - 60)

-Bustopher Jones (57) -Asparagus (53) -Jennyanydots (53) -Victor (Who is a combo of old London!Victor and Chorus!Deuteronomy Victor) (52) -Jellylorum (52) -”Adult Jemima” (Sylvani*) (51) -Hathor* (51) -Skimbleshanks (50)

ADULTS (30 - 49)

-”Rumpus Cat” (Pushdragon*) (49) -Macavity (42) -"Yellow Macavity” (Marmalade) (40) -Noilly Prat (35) -Olivia (34) -Tabbygirl (Mirza*) (34) -Bombalurina (34) -Cassandra (32) -Munkustrap (32) -Demeter (32) -Mr. Mistoffelees (At least the body he is currently inhabiting) (31) -The Rum Tum Tugger (30) -”UK Tour 2016 Victor” (Guildenstern) (30) -Alonzo (30)

YOUNG ADULTS (20 - 29)

-Coricopat and Tantomile (28) -”Broadway Plato” (Socrates) (27) -Murad (27) -Mungojerrie (26) -”London AJ” (Ambroisa) (25) -Greycat (25) -Rumpleteazer (24) -Admetus (also counts the 1998 character commonly confused with Admetus aka George - this is his spot) (21) -”Baby Alonzo” (Ripamonti) (20)

TEENS (13 - 19)

-Quaxo (19) -Plato (19) -George (18) -Victoria (18) -Tumblebrutus (16/17) -Grumbuskin (16/17) -Jonathan (16) -Spike (15) -Caramel (14) -”Broadway AJ” (Aphrodite Jinx*) (14) -”Broadway Ex-Carbucketty” (James) (14) -Gilbert (13 1/2) -Carbucketty (13) -Etcetera (13)

KITTENS (12 and under)

-Electra (12) -”Swing Jemima” (Pettipaws) (11) -”UK Tour George”/Broadway Revival Pounce (Hamilton) (10) -”US Tour Spike” (Rembrandt) (10) -”Female Calico and Male Calico” (Sebastian and Viola - they’re twins) (9) -Jemima (9) -Patches (8) -Bill Bailey (8) -Pouncival (6) -Sillabub (5)

#my headcanons #i am incapable of believing that munk is under 30 #and i am incapable of believing that grizabella is under 60 #and i personally prefer adult misto over kitten #other than that the rest of these are free for alls #did i do this instead of important stuff? yes #60 cats total

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My “Cats” Age Chart

I was inspired by @the-cat-at-the-theatre-door (as I so often am) to make my own one of these according to my own headcanons--I tried to be as thorough as I possibly could, so I hope it all makes sense! And as always, thank you to Jemi, Robin at @sillybubs, and Rhia at @arthuria for the swing/chorus cat names!

Seniors (70+): Gus the Theatre Cat—85 Old Deuteronomy—85

In-Between (60+): Grizabella—61 Cattywampus—60

Middle-Aged (50-60): Avrilline—57 Bustopher Jones—57 Asparagus—53 Jenanydots—53 Jellylorum—52 Sylani—51 Hathor—51 Skimbleshanks—50 Pushdragon—50 Louisa—50 Susanna—50

Adults (30-49): Mermoggie—47 Macavity—42 Marmalade—40 Victor—37 Mirza—37 Bombalurina—34 Cassandra—32 Munkustrap—32 Demeter—32 Mistoffelees—31 Rum Tum Tugger—30 Olivia—30 Rosaline—30 Guildenstern—30 Alonzo—30 Lillie—30

Young Adults (21-29): Socrates—27 Murad—27 Coricopat and Tantomile—27 Mungojerrie—26 Rumpleteazer—24 Admetus—22 Aphrodite Jinx—21 Plato—21 Victoria—21

Training Age (13-20): Dionysus—19 Fleuryfling—19 Spike—18 Ambrosia and Hippolyta—17 Tristelio—17 Ripamonti—17 Quaxo—17 Gilbert—16 Tumblebrutus—16 Bill Bailey—15 Carbucketty—15 Gareth—15 George—14 Cheryl—14 Noilly Prat—14 Autumn—14 Electra—13 Pouncival—13

Kittens (12-0): Hektor—12 Tumbletrix—12 Etcetera—12 Jonathan—12 Pettipaws—11 Hamilton—11 Rembrandt—11 Patches—11 James—10 Viola and Sebastian—10 Grumbuskin—10 Jemima—10 Sillabub—5

#cats the musical #my headcanons #This took *way too long* to make as my laptop kept whining about all the pictures I was copying and pasting. XD #I decided to just stick to the characters we see in replica productions because it would have taken *even longer*#if I had included non-replicas; my handwave is that those cats have their own communities outside of the Junkyard Tribe we usually see.#Mermoggie was Robin's invention as honestly was Sylani--all I did was give her another name. <3 #Ambrosia and Hippolyta are mine and Jemi's versions of London!AJ since I loved her ideas.#My notion was that they become the next generation's Psychic Twins after Cori and Tanto. :D #And Dionysus and Fleuryfling were originally my OCs but then I saw that Broadway swing design so similar to Tumble's design #and my brain went 'Hey now there's an idea!'

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JELLICLE-LOCKE #4

Another productive session! This time both Candice and the whole of Team Galactic were defeated. I took the time to grind my team up to LV50 before attempting any of this, and even though I was comfortably over-leveled, I was still nervous as all hell.

Jemima and Coricopat swept through Candice's entire team. Spike and Deuteronomy handled Mars and Jupiter, while Tantomile was crucial in taking down Cyrus.

Catches: 23 Deaths: 1

IRON ISLAND Murad, Onix M (BOX'd) Bold, Very finicky

ROUTE 220 Socrates, Tentacool M (BOX'd) Quiet, Good endurance

ROUTE 221 Alonzo, Stunky M (BOX'd) Lax, Loves to eat

ROUTE 216 Grumbuskin, Snover M (BOX'd) Hasty, Somewhat stubborn

ACUITY LAKEFRONT Cassandra, Sneasle F (BOX'd) Mild, Strong-willed

First | Next | Previous | Last

#pokemon #nuzlocke #cats the musical #jellicle-locke

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Looks like I managed to write another one shot. This is actually based in one version of my bombatuggoelees-verse, and it is pre-relationship, actually as kittens. This could actually fit in several universes, just not mine. Basically, the thought was that Tugger being more obnoxious than usual, and Bomba getting annoyed enough to braid his mane as a prank while he's asleep. This takes place as the first time, though unintentional. It has the poly relationship of Jenny/Jelly/Skimble/Asparagus Jr. with Bomba being one of the kittens born into it, and takes place before Grizabella left. Demeter is not there because from what I have in this version is that she's being raised outside of the Junkyard by her mother Nyx.

Bomba made have taught Jemima how to braid using Tugger's mane because Tugger was obnoxious more than usual later on in the universe's timeline. Enjoy!

An Accidental Braiding

Bomba’s eyes snapped open, to find herself in the den surrounded by her sleeping friends. Turning her head ever so slightly, she noticed that she ended up right next to Tugger, seeing how his mane was fully in her face. Even though they were kittens, his mane was getting longer and fuller. A testing twitch from her left hind leg told her that her brother Grumbuskin was laying on top of her. Another glance around the den room as she saw Cassandra and Alonzo were curled up on top of each other, with Exotica (or was it Hathor? Bomba still didn’t know what name Cass’s cousin preferred) on Cass’s side. Munkustrap was sprawled out, his tail curled around Alonzo’s tail, his head on Tugger’s right hind leg, a paw on Grumb’s side. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer were only a paw away from Bomba herself. Why was Bomba awake? Oh, that’s right, an intense dream that sent her awake. Bomba strained her ears and heard the tell-tale sounds of her Mom and Mama having fun together coming from one of the other rooms in the den. Where was Dad and Papa? Bomba remembered that Dad was looking after Grandpa Gus and Papa was currently on the Northern Mail. Bomba felt her heartbeat thud in her chest. Of course, it was the dream that woke her up. Sighing, Bomba settled down again next to Tugger. Her mind still running fast, she started kneading her paws on the closest thing to her paws, which was Tugger’s mane. Somehow, he wasn’t waking up due to her kneading. Mama’s voice ran through her mind. “Now, human children sometimes learn how to braid. Some find it necessary, especially for those with longer hair, others do it to create, and some do it to calm down.” Absentmindedly, Bomba started braiding bits of Tugger’s main, not exactly realizing what she was doing. She didn’t realize it at the time, but by the time she fell back asleep, she managed to braid most of Tugger’s mane.

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“Bomba?” Mom asked her in the morning. Bomba looked up to her mother, from her playing with her blanket.

“Yes Mom?” She responded, cocking her head curiously.

“Did you wake up in the middle of the night, Cariad?”

Bomba nodded. “I had another intense dream. Why?”

Mama came up to sit by Bomba. “Is that why Tugger has braids in his mane?”

“Huh?” Confused, she socked her head. “He does?”

“Everlasting cat, you were out of it.” Mom sighed, placing her paw to her face.

Mama giggled. “Bomba, I know that you and Tugger play pranks on each other. You didn’t intentionally do this.”

Bomba looked at her Mom and Mama. “What did I do?”

“You must have braided his mane last night trying to get back to sleep, Bomba.” Mama explained gently, “I made an educated guess because I taught you how to braid.”

Bomba, taken back, finally remembering her self-soothing last night. “I didn’t mean to!”

“I know, Cariad. Tugger doesn’t realize it yet, and the other kittens are looking at him funny.” Mom said, coming on the other side of Bomba, putting her in a Mom-Mama sandwich. “It’s endlessly funny that that kit is being very obtuse about his mane, and you managed to braid it without him knowing. Munk is trying to hold back is laughter right now.”

“…Can I see it?” Bomba asked, slightly mollified that she was missing an unintentional prank on her best friend.

“Better you do see your handiwork. You are going to undo them, by the way.” Mama said, picking Bomba up to bring her out to the clearing. “Grizabella is loving it as well.”

Once her eyes adjusted to the light, Bombalurina could see in her vantage point that Tugger was standing out there, his burgeoning mane covered with braids that Bomba realized that she did, in fact, do them mindlessly. Mac’s, Munk’s and Tugger’s mom Grizabella looked like she was really trying to either not say anything or burst out laughing. Mac, from his high perch of wanting to be alone and aloof, was torn between confusion and laughter. Munk, as Mom explained, clearly was trying to hold back his laughter. Jerrie and Teazer were silently giggling behind Tugger’s back, while somehow Alonzo and Cassandra were giving indifferent faces. Grumbuskin was visually sighing because he knew that it was Bomba’s doing. Tugger, for his part, was absolutely confused on the strange looks he was getting from the tribe. “WHY IS EVERYONE LOOKING AT ME FUNNY?!?” Tugger shouted, in an outburst type of way. Bomba sighed. Of course, he would be dramatic about this. He looked so hilarious, and Bomba knew that someday, she will actually braid his mane again, this time intentionally, if he was going to be obnoxious. She then remembered the previous day; he was being more obnoxious than usual.

“Maybe I’ll intentionally braid his mane the next time he decides to be more obnoxious than usual.” Bomba muttered, having a mischievous look in her eye.

“I certainly won’t punish you if you do that again, Caraid.” Mom said quietly.

Mama huffed in agreement. “He does sometimes need to be knocked down a peg or two those days.”

It was then Tugger went to Grumbuskin. “Grummy, why is everyone looking like they are going to start laughing?”

With a light mirth in Grumbuskin’s voice, he said, “Look at your mane, Tugs.”

Tugger looked down at his not-so-glorious mane to see the many braids in it. He shrieked, and started to claw at the braids, which by some miracle, were not undoing. “Not my mane! Why is my mane like this! Who did this?!?” Once he realized, his audience finally cracked with laughter. He looked up and around, and he noticed that Bomba was out finally with her moms, noticing that Bomba was wide eyes like she was surprised and had light giggles as well. Bomba noticed his eyes zeroing in on her and coupled with “Bomba.” With that utterance, he ran up to where she was watching, making her jump slightly. “I’ll get you for this!” Yup, he figured it out.

Bomba quickly moved away from Tugger’s pounce, and ran up to one of the ledges by the big tire. “It’s not like I meant to braid your mane!”

“Shut up! You’re jealous of my mane!”

“Like I want your mane, you incorrigible beast!”

“You didn’t have to braid it!”

“I said that I didn’t mean to!”

“Like you even mean to? Do I ever mess with your fur?”

“You poured bubble solution on me!”

“That was 3 weeks ago!”

“I got you back for that 3 weeks ago!”

“Why are you still hanging on me after the fact!”

As this was happening, Tugger was chasing Bomba around, amiss the general hilarity of the situation. The hullabaloo attracted the attention of Old Deuteronomy as he wandered into the Junkyard. He was curious about why the tribe was laughing when he caught sight of a red blur and a black blur chasing after her, the two kittens yelling back and forth at each other. Old Deut looked around, noticing the Nurse Queens watching the chase of their daughter and his youngest son, chuckling at the sight. He moved so that he would not interfere with the sight, and sat down next to the older queens, his mate sliding down next to him. “May I ask, why is Tugger chasing Bombalurina around?”

“Bomba woke up in the middle of the night due to an intense dream again, and somehow during her self-soothing she braided Tugger’s mane to sleep.” Jenny explained, smiling at the kitten antics.

Jelly gave a conspiral smirk. “She does tend to prank him when he gets overly obnoxious.”

“I was wondering why he came out of the den this morning with braids.” Grizabella smiled, giggling at the sight on Tugger. “Bomba did them.”

“Oh, she didn’t mean to this time.” Jenny explained, as Bomba narrowly dodge a pounce by Tugger, her yelling at him that she didn’t mean to braid his mane. “She is going to undo them, once either he actually pounces on her, or Tugger calms down enough for her to undo them.”

“Aww, but he looks so cute in braids.” Grizabella sighed, watching as Tugger’s braid mane swayed as he ran after Bomba.

Deuteronomy watched as the two kittens chased one another. Even he found it cute, seeing how Tugger was drawn to the red queen kit. He saw that while Bombalurina had similar magic to Gus and Grizabella, hers was more solid, and held a similar flame to her littermate brother Grumbuskin. Heaviside knows what would happen to her spark of magic if her brother went away. Gus did explain that her magic was definitely stronger than his own and it may be drawing her to Tugger because of his magic. He gave a fond smile, and moved down to the clearing, drawing the other kittens attention, the laughter quieting down.

He sat down, and watched as Bombalurina, who was running towards him now, look at him with surprise and skidded to a stop, Tugger crashing into her. “Old Deuteronomy!” Bomba exclaimed, slightly out of breath from her running.

“Undo the braids, Rina!” Tugger impertinently demanded, knowing how to annoy her, not even noticing his dad.

“Don’t call me that!” She growled at him, and then whipped her tail at his face, making him look up to Old Deuteronomy.

The older cat laughed. “Ah, to be young. I remember being a kitten like you two. Rum Tum Tugger, why were you chasing Bombalurina, anyway?”

“She braided my mane, and I want her to undo them!”

Bomba glared at him, her tail whipping his face. “I am going to, you idiot! I told you I didn’t mean to, but no, you had to start chasing me!”

Tugger was about to retort, when his father cut him off. “Ah. Let Bombalurina explain herself before you start accusing her.” Tugger huffed, glaring.

Bomba sighed and took a breath. “Tugger, I had an intense dream last night and woke up suddenly. I couldn’t really move, and I heard Mom and Mama having fun together anyway. I chose to sooth myself and in my self-soothing I braided your mane. I didn’t realize that I did until Mom and Mama asked me if I intended to braid your mane. If you haven’t remembered, I slept right next to you in the den, so you were the closest kitten to me. Honestly, if Munk was closer to me then he would have gotten his fur braided, instead.”

Tugger’s face was incomprehensible. “You could of woken me up to talk to me.”

“I didn’t think of it because you ‘don’t care for a cuddle’, Tugger.” Bomba snapped back at him.

“I don’t mind if it’s you.” He murmured under his breath, so only Deuteronomy and Bomba could hear him. The look in Deuteronomy’s eyes was one of fondness. He could tell that not only was Bomba was drawn to Tugger, Tugger was also drawn to Bombalurina as well. The two kittens who could match each other, keep up with each other.

Bomba gave him a look, realization running through her mind. Somewhere, in her soul, another spark of her magic latched onto Tugger’s ambient magic, so similar to Deuteronomy’s magic. Munk’s was a protective sort, not exactly right for her magic, and she was driven away from Macavity’s own magic. But Tugger’s, oh that curious cat, matched hers so much. He made her feel safe, made her feel there, solid. Mom and Mama said that her spirit was like a flame, so like Macavity’s but not. She was a spitfire, yes, but a campfire as well, while his was a wildfire. Grumbuskin was the smoke to her fire. She sighed, and grabbed his arm, leading him away to the kitten den. “Come on. We can talk away from the others. I don’t think that you would want your brothers watching as I undo the braids.”

Tugger went begrudgingly, slightly embarrassed that Bomba unintentionally pranked him. The adults watched as he didn’t even fight against her. “How much would you bet that they’re going to be mates when they come of age?” Jenny asked to the gathered adult cats while the kittens resumed playing with each other.

“She’ll have her paws full of Tugger’s antics.” Jelly responded to her mate, rolling her eyes.

Grizabella chimed in. “Heaviside, did you see how well she handled him? They are going to be the stars of the tribe!” Old Deuteronomy watched as the queens gossiped about Tugger and Bombalurina’s relationship. He could tell that he witnessed another moment of his son’s and Gus’s granddaughter’s magic bonding. He knew, that one day, a kitten between them will be not only a special kitten, but a very loved one in fact. A kitten that one day could be his heir.

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Well, if you read it this far, then thank you. I'm willing to answer questions about anything in this universe. And yes, there is Demelurina and Demestrap in this universe.

#cats the musical #bombalurina #rum tum tugger #munkustrap #pre-bombatuggoffolees #old deuteronomy #jellylorum #jennyanydots #grizabella #fanfic #tuggerlurina #really just pre-relationship stuff

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emmikay · 1 year

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Growltiger: My ex-wife still misses me.

Growltiger: But her aim is getting better!

Grumbuskin: Pretty funny, Captain, but you should focus on running now, she's getting pretty close.

Griddlebone: You can't escape me forever!

#cats the musical #growltiger #grumbuskin #griddlebone #incorrect quotes #source: gravity falls

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 2 years

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@queen-with-the-quill and i have been talking about our Treasure Planet AU, so i thought i'd make a list of Treasure Planet characters and their counterparts!!

there are a few that i'm not 100% about, so this is a very rough cast list!

Jim Hawkins: Jubilee and Hestia (Jubilee has Jim's more impulsive and short personality, while Hestia is more like Jim's quiet and sullen side)

John Silver: Tugger (because you all know that I'm an absolute sucker for Tugger accidentally adopting kids)

Delbert Doppler: Skimbleshanks (just... it's a no-brainer, they're basically the same person)

Captain Amelia: Jennyanydots (Amelia is 100% what Jenny was like as a younger queen)

B.E.N: Grumbuskin (tbh we kind of just went "who's listed as a member of Growltiger's crew" and that's who we went with)

Mr. Arrow: Gus (i'm so sorry Gus, I was going to put Munk as Mr. Arrow, but knowing me I would not be able to write Mr. Arrow's ending if it's Munk)

Sarah Hawkins: Mistoffelees (🎵he's a single mom who works too hard 🎵)

Morph: Pouncival (this I'm not 100% about, but I do think little Pounci following Tugger around and hanging off of him all the time is probably the cutest visual image)

Scroop: Macavity (they're the same color scheme... ✨spider psycho✨)

Billy Bones: Bill Bailey (Bill Bailey the crewmember of Growltiger's ship, not chorus Bill Bailey/Tumble Bill Bailey!)

Nathaniel Flint: Growltiger (we'll see if this changes)

still not 100% sure if they're going to be anthro, or do something similar to Treasure Planet where they're all different aliens...

#treasure planet au #cats the musical #jubilee the library cat #hestia the hearth cat #rum tum tugger #skimbleshanks #jennyanydots #grumbuskin #gus the theatre cat #mr mistoffelees #pouncival #macavity #bill bailey #growltiger

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namethat-i-oughttohavetoldyou · 2 years

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Sound and Smoke

@gunderpowderstars, this is for you. Have something bittersweet (although much more bitter than sweet). First time writing this scraggly ginger cat! I’m sorry that I put my own spin on a request again, but this gripped me by the throat and forced me to start philosophizing about names, and I loved every minute of it. Enjoy! As always, love to all who read/like/reblog!

Even if his memories are leaving him, his senses have not, or at least not yet, and that is why Gus knows that he is not alone in the back alley.

He has spent a very nice evening at the club with a few fellow cats, exchanging stories and swindles, often in the same breath, toasting to old times and old friends who have taken the journey to the Heaviside Layer, one way or another. Grizabella has been toasted to more times than he can count.

A very nice evening, indeed. Gus is all the more glad that his old friends agree to meet at places closer and closer to the theatre, because Gus’ sense of orientation is not what it once was, and he’d like to spend a merry evening of drinking a few toothfuls of gin too many without Jellylorum hanging off his arm (or rather the other way ‘round), thank you very much.

Not that he resents her for doing so, on the contrary, but he does feel the need for a bit of youthful and foolish independence from time to time. Jellylorum shan’t take it personally, and she doesn’t, as the twinkle in her eyes tell him whenever he shambles out of the theatre door with little more than a shout of ‘see you later, Lillie’.

Right now, as it is, he is more grateful than ever that she hasn’t accompanied him today.

He turns around on tottery legs, nose working and mouth open to take in the foreign scent. Because it is foreign, but not quite unknown. As soon as he has turned around fully there is no more need to exhaust his nose; even for his tired old eyes, the figure before him is more than recognizable.

Gus must have surprised him, or at least disturbed him, because the look he earns for his efforts of pausing on his slow way home is no less than scalding.

Gus blinks at him. When he receives no reciprocation, he takes a soft rattling breath and says, half-amused: “The pleasure is all mine, thank you.”

Impoliteness or not, he has always been somewhat roguish.

Macavity bares his teeth and hisses, long and loud, the sound cutting the air like knives made of wind.

“You should know better, Asparagus.” He spits the words as if they lie sour on his sharp tongue. “Wisdom seems to have spared you, while age definitely has not.” The sentence is said quietly, heavy with mockery and cruel glee, the speaker fully confident of his own superiority.

The old theatre cat barely reacts beyond a weary sigh.

“I’m afraid I have forgotten your name, old boy,” Gus says eventually, “and they have not bothered to remind me. I asked only once, and I was left with no answer.”

With this short sentence, he manages what nobody has managed before: Macavity stays silent, still, speechless with this new revelation.

Speechless with the sudden knowledge that he is nameless, faceless in a way that he has neither strode for nor anticipated.

A cat has many names, but the Napoleon of Crime has none.

Only now it occurs to him that he never hears his name spoken in any other circumstance than hysteria, and even then it is more of a cry, a curse behind ground teeth, a warning call.

Munkustrap, Storyteller by name and passion, who shows nothing but respect towards names, never even stooping so low to use an abbreviation, who’s stories are full to the brim with names; Cat Morgan and Etterberry and Rumpus Cat and Gilbert and Grumbuskin, has yet never mentioned Macavity by name in any of them.

Macavity, just as Gus’ memory, is paling, dissolving like a piece of paper in warm water.

He will be famous in neither proverb nor rhyme, not even in spirit alone, because the fiend in feline shape uses just as many pseudonyms as he uses alibis, and who is to say if all these deeds weren’t actually done by two cats, or three, or more? The next generation but one will never know.

The moment when Demeter hisses his name for the last time, the moment when the last kitten is soothed to sleep with the reassurance that he is not there, Macavity will be no more, and has never been.

Gus does not ask him for his name, and the ginger tomcat does not give it. With a last flick of the frowzy tip of his tail, the Napoleon of Crime becomes one with the shadows, eerily memorable and yet, in essence, forgotten.

Gus silently watches him go. When he disappears in the same manner as his name disappeared, mute and without spectacle, Gus’ eyes swim, and as he lifts a paw to rub them, he notices that he cannot remember the other’s smell, nor recall his face.

With a last shake of his head, Gus turns back down the alley, entering the old theatre through the door that the janitor is holding open for him.

„Namen sind Schall und Rauch.“ (”Names are sound and smoke.“) – Goethe, Faust I Yeah. (Screams into my hands) Names are important to cats!!!! Names are so so important!!!!! And Gus forgets one but this time nobody makes an effort to remind him!!!!!! This has significance probably only to me but I don’t care. I’ll be in my corner over here making incoherent noises. Thank you for reading! ♥

#cats the musical #gus the theatre cat #macavity #namethat-i writes #catsiversary: the sequel

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