Wrote a short silly thing based off of my headcanon that Plato is ridiculously strong but no one (including himself) realizes it.
Very silly stuff. I love Plato you guys I really do.
Fic under the cut.
“It’s true, Munk, I’m not lying.” Skimbleshanks said, wincing as Jenny applied ice to his back. “I saw it with my own eyes.”
“Skimble, look, I want to believe you, I truly do.” Munkustrap gave a sympathetic wince. “But it’s very difficult to imagine Plato throwing anyone around. Are you sure he wasn’t just lifting Tumble? Plato’s very good at lifts.”
“I’m serious. Plato threw him at least fifteen feet into the air. I thought it was because Tumble was still a young kitten and didn’t weigh as much.”
“And you decided to try and toss him like you used to do when he was a kitten.” Jenny rolled her eyes. “No wonder you threw out your back.”
“If you had seen how casually Plato threw him you would have thought the same.” Skimble protested.
“I think not. I have common sense.”
“Excuse me madam-”
“Madam? You call me that one more time-”
Munk left before the argument continued. Skimble would be fine in Jenny’s care. Eventually. Right now he had more important things to do.
As expected he found Plato in the middle of the largest clearing of the junkyard, a space that was usually used for large rehearsals or where Tumble practiced his acrobatics. Plato was still throwing a tom up into the air but this time it was Pouncival who was being launched.
Munk’s eyes followed Pounce as he ascended. Skimble hadn’t been exaggerating after all. Pounce wasn’t a light fellow either. Sure, he was small, but he was solid muscle and ate more than anyone else in the junkyard. The fact that Plato was just able to huck him into the air was an incredible thing to witness. Instead of interrupting Munk settled down to watch the show.
Eventually Pounce was launched a little too far and landed face first into an empty barrel, signalling the end of the show, and Munk went over to help Plato fish him out. Pounce barely said thanks before zooming off to presumably brag to Tumble how far he had flown.
“Oh hey there, uh, Munk.” Plato said, looking rather embarrassed. “Didn’t see you watching.”
“That was very impressive. I didn’t realize how strong you were.” Munk replied. “Have you always been able to throw the others around like that?”
“Um, I guess? I don’t know. Uh… Tumble just asked me to help him with his acrobatic stuff one day and I said sure and, well, here we are.”
“Here we are.” The thought of Plato casually slinging a full grown tom around on a whim was a bit terrifying. Munk quickly made a mental note to ask Tumble for his side of the story later.
“Am I in trouble?” Plato pawed at an ear. “I didn’t mean to hurt Pounce.”
“I don’t think he was hurt.” Munk quickly assured him. “And you’re not in trouble. In fact, if you’re free, I’d like to train with you.”
“Yes. I think you have potential.” Munk nodded. He had been on the lookout for an apprentice and he just might have found a candidate. Normally he would have talked with Alonzo first but he wanted to jump on this opportunity while he could.
“Oh. Um, thanks, I guess.” Plato smiled a little but still looked nervous. “Uh, what do you want me to do?”
“Let’s start with the basics.” Munk had plenty of experience teaching others basic self defense. In fact Plato had been a previous student of his, although at the time Plato had been rather shy and not all that participatory in the lessons. Even now he looked hesitant to act.
Munk took the initiative and lunged at Plato in a mock attack. Hopefully the tom had retained some of the knowledge about how to defend himself-
- suddenly Munk was airborne. How he had ended up in such a position wasn’t quite clear but at least he had enough wherewithal to land on his feet. He landed on the other side of the clearing. For a long moment he simply stared at Plato, brain unable to process what had just happened.
“Sorry.” Plato cringed. “I thought you were ready.”
Munk blinked. In the span of seconds Plato had managed to throw him clear across the junkyard.
“Don’t apologize.” Munk trotted back over. “Show me again.”
“Well, uh, okay.” Plato hesitantly placed his paws on Munk’s shoulders. “Um. I just kinda… uh, well, just kinda do this.”
Once more Munk went sailing through the air. Once more he had to take a minute to comprehend what happened. Once more he trotted back over to Plato.
“How.” Munk said. “How are you doing this?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”
“You just… threw me across the junkyard and apologized for it.”
“Well yeah, it’s not usually nice to throw people unless they want you to.”
“That is very true.” Munk took a minute to collect himself.
“Am I in trou-”
“No, Plato, you are not in trouble. In fact, if you would like to, I’d like to take you on as my apprentice.”
“Apprentice. You’d be training with me and Alonzo and learn how to help protect the junkyard.”
“Oh, I don’t think I could do that.”
“Plato.” Munk put a paw on his shoulder. “You just threw me across the junkyard. You can do this.”
“Oh. Uh. Well… I guess I could give it a try.”
To say that Plato gave it a try was an understatement. Sure, he was hesitant and needed a lot of encouragement, but once properly motivated he absorbed information like a sponge. That, combined with his natural strength, turned him into a gentle but terrifying force of nature. A force of nature that Munk was having trouble convincing Alonzo about. Suddenly he knew how Skimble felt.
“I’m serious.” Munk repeated. “Plato is strong. He threw me like it was nothing.”
“And I’m saying that it’s hard to believe.” Alonzo replied. “You’re not fat but you’re also not small.”
“Look. There’s Plato over there.” Munk pointed to the lanky tom, who was busy watching a butterfly flutter around his head. “Go tap him on the shoulder and see what happens.”
Alonzo rolled his eyes. “If it will prove a point then sure, I’ll do it.”
A tiny part of Munk felt bad for what was to come but it was smothered by the need to have Alonzo believe him. All he could do was sit and watch as Alonzo marched on over to Plato and tapped the unsuspecting tom on the shoulder.
“Hey Plato, what’s- aaaaaaaaaaargh!”
It really was incredible to watch Plato throw a full grown tom like it was nothing. Alonzo sailed through the air like a ragdoll and disappeared behind a pile of trash. Immediately Plato and Munk ran over to fish him out.
“Sorry Lonz, you startled me.” Plato apologized. “I just reacted.”
“It’s… it’s fine.” Alonzo whispered. He looked like he needed a minute or maybe one of Skimble’s cups of tea. “Good job.”
“Well, I think it’s safe to say that you are officially an apprentice Jellicle Protector.” Munk smiled and clapped Plato on the back. “Welcome to the team.”
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Parallels btw Misto/Tugger and Tumble/Hestia?? I MUST KNOW MORE, PLEASE TELL MEEE!!
BECAUSE YOU ASKED SO NICELY AND BECAUSE YOU'RE ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE OF COURSE I’LL TELL YOU MORE
(my “canon” tuggoffelees story for me is Mr. Vague and Aloof and his Terrible Bore, so I’ll be referencing that!)
Misto grew up being nervous to use his powers. He hid them from everyone except for his uncle and sister, who were the only two who knew about them.
Once Hestia found out she was Macavity’s daughter, she hid the secret, except from her fathers, her uncle, and aunts. She was terrified of her powers.
Mistoffelees thought Tugger would hate him after finding out he had magic, because of what Macavity had done to him and the tribe.
Hestia thought Tumblebrutus would never speak to her again once he found out she was Macavity’s daughter, and had his magic.
Tugger didn’t care one bit, and offered up his Third Name to Mistoffelees, so that the magical cat wouldn’t be so scared about sharing such a gigantic secret.
Tumblebrutus didn’t care that Macavity was Hestia’s father, and offered up his comfort and ears for whenever she was struggling, staying by her side.
Tugger gave Mistoffelees his glittering jacket a few days before the Jellicle Ball, where he would confess to the tux.
Tumblebrutus gave Hestia her pocket watch a few days before the Jellicle Ball, and confessed to her his feelings.
Tugger would move the sun, moon, and stars for Mistoffelees, no matter what it takes.
Tumblebrutus would gladly run into any sort of danger in order to protect Hestia.
Both Mistoffelees and Hestia would reveal their secrets if it meant protecting the toms that they love.
Both Tugger and Tumblerutus would sing the praises of their mates at the top of their lungs for all the city to hear.
i’m absolutely EMOTIONAL rn i love them so much, and these parallels weren’t even on purpose
(also... i mean... now you’ve got me thinking about the idea of there being parallels with demestrap and jerriebee too... i mean... our girls and their toms make me really think about the parallels between all four...)
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