A week later, the two found themselves in front of Deuteronomy's cave. Cyra was in a state of nervousness that even if you didn't know her, you would have seen it. Misto tried his best to calm her, but it made her relax about a hair.

" Welcome Cyra," Munkustrap greeted them at the front of the cave," Hello Misto. Deuteronomy's waiting inside. Just walk on in."

Misto nodded and began to lead Cyra into the cave until they reached the main room where Deuteronomy was perched on his chair. " Good day Deuteronomy," Misto said bowing.

" Hello again sire," Cyra said curtsying as well as she could.

" Do stop acting like I'm royalty," Deuteronomy as clearly amused with the two's good manners," Both of you sit up here beside me."

Misto led Cyra's almost petrified self and with some difficulty sat her down in the chair beside the great leader. " Are we waiting for Alonzo?" she asked.

" Not anymore," Alonzo appeared and walked over and sat beside Misto. Munkustrap sat on his father's other side.

" Good, we're all here," Deuteronomy said then he turned to Cyra," How old are you?"

" I'm two," Cyra answered," My last birthday was the Jellicle Ball."

Everyone started looking at each other again. " When do you hear the other songs?" Deuteronomy asked.

" I hear the song from the wind on the shortest and longest night of the year," Cyra explained," The song from the stars I hear on the nights when day and night are equal. I hear the song of the clouds four times a year, there's usually no pattern to the clouds."

Deuteronomy nodded and said," I never told you all something. Jemima, she says she can hear another song aside from moonsong. She hears it only once a year. She thinks it comes from the stars. It's in the fall during the night when day and night are equal. Jemima was afraid you'd think her a freak so she didn't tell anyone but me."

" But I hear it twice a year," Cyra reminded him," Does that make me a freak?"

" No!" Deuteronomy laughed good naturedly," But it is unusual. There once was a cat, a Jellicle that we all know, I won't tell his name, he heard all the songs too. And he's two years older than you Cyra. He told me, that every now and then, moonsong and all other songs bond together one night. Anyone born on that night, which is usually on the night of moonsong, will be able to hear all songs. About one of a million cats have this ability."

" Who was this cat?" Alonzo asked.

" I promised not to tell his name, even now," Deuteronomy told him," Maybe, someday, I will tell you."

" We understand Deuteronomy," Munkustrap nodded," So, this happens once every two years?"

" No," Deuteronomy shook his head," He told me that it just happens whenever."

" So Deuteronomy," Cyra began," I was born the night all songs bonded?"

" Yes," Deuteronomy nodded," We are very happy you found us Cyra. If any cats out there find out you had this ability, they might think you have a power, like Mistoffelees, and try to kill you."

" Do I have any powers though?" Cyra asked.

" Maybe," Deuteronomy answered guardedly," Maybe not. I don't know everything."

Alonzo reached over Misto to pat Cyra's shoulder. She looked at him with a confused look and he took his paw back. " Deuteronomy," Alonzo began," May I ask a question?"

" Yes you may Alonzo."

" If Cyra was born on that night and doesn't have powers, how come Misto wasn't born on that night, and he does have powers?" Alonzo asked.

" I inherited it from one of my parents," Misto replied," Or grandparents. I never knew either."

" Deuteronomy," Munkustrap replied," I seem to remember that Misto found Cyra unconscious which leads us to think she was attacked by Macavity who was here a little while before you came. Could he have wanted to test if she had power or anything?"

" It seems very likely," Deuteronomy agreed," We should keep a good watch over her for about another week to see if Macavity will try to get at her again."

" I volunteer," Misto and Alonzo said at the same time.

" It's nice to know I'm with cats that really do care," Cyra smiled at all of them," I'm really grateful to all of you for caring so much about me but it's not necessary. You don't have to go through the trouble."

" It's no trouble," Misto told her.

" No trouble at all," Alonzo added.

Misto saw Munkustrap exchange looks with his father. " Misto," Munkustrap said," I want you to take care of Cyra mostly. Call Alonzo if you need help if Macavity comes."

Misto nodded respecting Munkustrap. Munkustrap had already seen what could turn out to be a serious situation. All Alonzo could see at the moment was Cyra.

" Go home," Deuteronomy told them all," And everyone? Keep Cyra's ability a secret."

" Yes Deuteronomy," they all said and they walked out of the cave.

Munkustrap walked with Misto and Cyra for a while when he suddenly said," I think, Cyra, that you should find a boyfriend."

" What?" she asked.

" At the Ball, when you were dancing, I saw many of the males' eyes follow you half the time," Munkustrap explained," You earned Victoria's amount of male popularity in just one day. I'm afraid it might cause conflict."

" I understand," Cyra said," But Munkustrap, I hardly know any of the males with the exception of Misto and Mungojerrie. I can't just pick a male to be a boyfriend. You understand right?"

" It was just a suggestion," Munkustrap shrugged," Either way, if anyone tries to hurt you, call me or Alonzo. We're the best fighters."

" Yes sir Munkustrap," Cyra nodded," Thank you for the advice."

Munkustrap left Misto and Cyra to go to his house. " Do you really think I should follow Munkustrap's advice Misto?" Cyra asked.

" It's up to you," Misto told her," Hey, I know a clearing not too far from my nest. I practice dancing there a lot. If you ever want to dance in private, feel free to use it."

" Thanks Mistoffelees," Cyra thanked," I know I say a lot of, ' thanks,' to everyone but I really mean it. Hey, I know I shouldn't ask you for anything, but I'm thinking of building my nest now. I was wondering if you could help."

" Sure," Misto said," I'd be happy to."

" Misto, you really are a nice guy," Cyra smiled and gave him a hug.

A week went by and no one made any attempts on Cyra. Except for maybe the occasional visit to Misto's nest by one of the males which were usually uneventful. Cyra built her own nest not too far from Misto's. It was far enough that they didn't see each other but close enough that it could be reached in about a minute and a half.

Week after week passed and Cyra was fitting in perfectly. She was very well liked and popular even though she was still very quiet and shy. Victoria, Jemima, and Demeter took instant liking to here and she was now part of their clique. Her cousins came for visits often an certain times she went over to their home.

Misto's and her friendship grew. Often times they would hunt together, go places, or usually, go in the clearing he told her about and dance and teach each other dance moves. They were extremely good friends and one day, Misto decided to tell her something only he, Deuteronomy, Munkustrap, Alonzo, Rum Tum Tugger, and Victoria knew.

" Your real name is Quaxo?" Cyra asked him after he told her," Cute name."

" I don't really like it," Misto shook his head," I like Mistoffelees better."

" Mistoffelees is a better name for you Misto," Cyra agreed," You know what tonight is?"

" No," Misto replied," What?"

" The night of second starsong," Cyra answered. She had given names to all the songs she hears. " Tonight, day and night is equal which means tonight is starsong night." She stopped before asking," Do you want to hear starsong Misto?"

" Very much," Misto nodded.

Cyra nodded and said," Meet me here tonight. I'll see you later Misto. I promised the girls dancing lessons. Then Victoria, Jemima, Rumpleteazer and I are going to go hunting together. Later!"

" Bye Cyra," Misto called as she trotted off. A presence of another cat came to his attention and he knew this one very well. " Come out Tugger," he called turning towards the bushes.

Rum Tum Tugger stepped out and said," Your friend is really beautiful Misto. Normally, I'd take her out on a date but I can tell you like her a lot. And being your friend, I respect your feelings Misto."

" Your point is?"

" Ask Cyra out," Tugger suggested," Get her before someone else does. Like Alonzo. Or possibly me."

" Tugger," Misto said crossly," Don't do this to me. I want to ask her out." He paused to think about his words. " I really do want to. But I'm afraid that if I do, I'll jeopardize our friendship. Cyra's friendship means a lot to me. It means as much to me as you, Munkustrap, Mungojerrie, and Victoria mean to me."

" How about this Misto," Tugger began," You let me ask her out, I ask her what she thinks of you, I tell you what I find out and I promise not to seduce her. Sound good?"

Misto thought a while before saying," Ok, you win Tugger. But don't book it tonight. She's going to teach me how to listen to one of the songs she hears."

" Sounds fun," Tugger nodded," Later Misto." He started to walk away.

" Oh and Tugger?" Misto called.

" Yes Misto."

" Thanks," Misto thanked," You always pull through."

" Hey, I may not be Munkustrap but Deuteronomy's my father too," Tugger laughed as he disappeared into the bushes.

Misto went into the clearing that night and was surprised to see Cyra already there. She was leaning against a tree looking at the sky as if having a silent conversation with the stars.

" Hey Misto," she greeted looking at him," How was your day?"

" Normal," Misto shrugged," You?"

" Great," Cyra smiled," We found this mouse the size of a kitten. It was black, white, and had this little mask on its face. It got away though. I wanted to show it to you."

" That one is called a raccoon," Misto said," You shouldn't try to hunt those."

" Ok," Cyra nodded," I know you're going to ask about starsong but it hasn't started yet."

Misto nodded too and put an arm on her shoulder. " Just tell me when it starts," he told her," Until then, want to practice?"

" Sure," Cyra agreed. Then she stopped suddenly, smiled and said," It started." She took his hand in hers and told him," Close your eyes. Concentrate really hard on the stars. Imagine that they're calling out to you with their music. Imagine them becoming one with you. Open your mind to them."

Misto did what she told him to. And then, it was very faint at first but then, he could hear… something. He could hear music, vaguely but just enough so that he didn't have to strain to hear it. " I hear something," Misto told his friend," Is it starsong?"

" Yes!" Cyra cried excitedly," Do you think you can dance to the music?"

" Sure," Misto said," I think… I think it wants us to dance together."

" It does," Cyra told him," Shall we?"

" Definitely," Misto said taking her hand again. Starsong's main dance wasn't too complicated. Not too fast, not too slow. Plenty of twirls, high jumps, and high kicks. After that song ended, they sat down to rest.

They sat at the base of a tree when a sudden rustle in the bushes was heard. Their heads spun and the playful laugh of a female echoed through the clearing.

" Jemima?" Cyra and Misto asked at the same time.

" Hello," Jemima stepped out," Sorry to burst in on you like this but may I ask you something Cyra?"

" Yes," Cyra answered.

" Were you just dancing to a song that sounds like moonsong?" Jemima asked.

" My secret's out to another person," Cyra moaned," Jemima, I didn't really want to tell anyone. You'd all think I was a freak."'

" Tell me what?" Jemima asked.

" She hears other songs aside from moonsong," Misto explained when Cyra started to study the floor again," She taught me how to hear this one. We were dancing."

" You can hear it?" Jemima asked excitedly.

" Yes," Cyra replied softly.

" I do too!" Jemima cried excitedly jumping up and down," Now I know I'm not imagining things! I heard tonight's song calling for someone other than me and I thought maybe Misto could help. This is the only song I hear aside from moonsong."

" Oh yeah," Misto said his mind clicking in remembrance," Deuteronomy told us. I forgot. He was telling us because we went to him about Cyra's predicament."

" Starsong started again," Cyra announced," It wants Jemima to dance with us too." " Then, come on," Misto led Jemima into the clearing and starsong led them into another dance. This one a little faster than the last one. Jemima may not have been as good a dancer as Cyra and Misto but she had a surprising amount of energy. When that starsong ended, they all sat down and rested.

" This is wonderful," Jemima said gasping for air," I never thought anyone else could have my same gift or curse, or whatever you call it."

" This is fun," Misto agreed," I like starsong and I'm happy you showed me how to dance to it Cyra."

" It's the best gift I could give to you after all you've done for me," Cyra smiled. Then she whispered so that Jemima couldn't hear," I also needed to give you another present since you told me your name is Quaxo." Outloud so Jemima could hear, Cyra asked," So Jemima, Happy Birthday right?"

" Yeah, you remembered, thanks," Jemima thanked," This is my birthday."

" Happy Birthday Jemima," Misto told her," You want us to walk you back to your nest?"

" I'm staying overnight with my father and mother," Jemima said. Her father and mother was Skimble and Jennyanydots.

" You want us to walk with you to the train station?" Misto volunteered. Her parents also lived with the train people as the official train cats.

" I guess," Jemima said, then she smiled," Misto, I know it's asking a lot, but could you zap us there? Just use your magic for this purpose just for today?"

Misto laughed. " I knew you'd say that," he nodded," Ok, just for tonight."

" Great! Now I get to see your magic in action!" Cyra smiled.

Misto held both of their hands and shook his head a bit. In a flash, they found themselves in the train yard right in front of the open luggage van. Skimble was there pacing and when he saw his daughter with his friend, he stopped pacing and stopped worrying too.

" Jemima, don't disappear anymore," he scolded her gently," What are you three young ones doing out so late?"

" Dancing," Jemima smiled," We found this beautiful clearing and we are were practicing our moves. Cyra and Misto were also teaching me a few new dancing moves."

" Our birthday present to her," Cyra told Skimble respectfully.

" Thank you both," Skimble thanked," I appreciate that Jemima can really have friends there for her. Misto, you really are a nice guy and Cyra, I'm really happy you joined the clan."

" I'll see you both later!" Jemima called as she walked into the luggage van with her father.

" If it's not too much Misto, do you think we could stay a while and look around?" Cyra asked.

" I'm going to talk with Skimble a little while ok Cyra?" Misto told her," Don't go too far. You could get hit by a train and I can't bring cats back from the dead."

" I promise not to get hit by a train Misto," Cyra promised and she sauntered off leaving Misto to chat with Skimble who had just emerged after tucking Jemima into bed.

" You like her a lot don't you?" Skimble asked Misto the minute Cyra was out of earshot.

" I guess," Misto shrugged," I don't know. I don't know what I feel about her except that she's one of the best friends I ever had in my life."

" She's perfect for you," Skimble continued," Same age, more or less same interests, both of you are excellent dancers, she's the one for you Misto."

" Don't do this to me Skimble," Misto shook his head," I'm torn apart as is trying to figure out what exactly I feel for Cyra. Don't make it worse."

" Pouncival has an eye for her," Skimble told him," Tugger does definitely. Admetus, Coricopat, and Alonzo do too. You had better get your paws on her, before anyone else does Misto."

" I know, I know, I know," Misto moaned," Ok, you win Skimble. I like her a lot. But like I told Tugger when he told me the same thing: I don't want to jeopardize out friendship. It means so much to me."

" You have to take a chance," Skimble said," How else do you think relationships get started. One person takes the risk. I had to take a risk when I first met Jennyanydots."

" I told Tugger he could ask her out for tomorrow night," Misto admitted," He promised not to seduce her. I just want to see how this makes me feel and how she feels."

" Careful Misto," Skimble cautioned," This is the heart we're talking about and playing games with the heart, can be devastating if you make a mistake."

Meanwhile, Cyra was walking through a deserted part of the train yard when she felt another cat with her. I probably spent so much time with Misto that I got some of his intuition, she thought. " Who's there?" she asked.

The other cat was silent for a while before saying," I am."

" Come out," Cyra said. She didn't feel afraid of whoever this was. It felt like, like she knew this cat, only she didn't.

" Hello," the cat purred coming out of the shadows," What's you name?"

" I'm Cyra," Cyra replied looking into the cat's deep eyes and she could feel him looking into hers," You are?"

" My unique name is Kyliron," the cat answered walking closer," And yours is Rettania."

" How did you know?" Cyra asked.

" I know a lot of things Rettania," Kyliron said moving even closer. So close, he began to run a hand through her hair.

" Cyra!" Misto's voice sounded very close," Come on! We'd better get home!'

" Coming Misto!" she called. To Kyliron, she said," I'd better go. Bye Kyliron. Maybe we'll see each other again."

" I know we will Cyra," Kyliron purred and took his hand away from Cyra," Good bye, for now."

" For now," Cyra echoed. Then, she turned and trotted back to Misto. His black and white figure came into sight and she said," Hello Misto. How are you?"

" Let's go home," Misto said putting an arm around her shoulder," You want magic or walk?"

" Either," Cyra was still preoccupied with the tom she had seen.

Misto looked at her strangely but decided to ask her about it later. He twisted his hand a bit and soon they were back in the forest, beside Cyra's nest. " Good night Cyra," he said.

" Good night Misto," she said giving him a hug," See you tomorrow. Thanks again."

Misto nodded and walked off to his nest thinking about Skimble's words. You have to take a chance, Skimble's words rang thought his head, How else do relationships start?