Sorry this one's so short! I word-vomited it during a car ride, and I kinda like it like this. :P It's for Jemidancer2011. I hope you like!
"Calm down."
"Calm down? Calm down?" Jemima frantically smoothed down the blood red fur on her head. "I am going on a date. I cannot, nor will I, nor should I calm down."
Electra rolled her eyes. "Please. Everyone knows you're the prettiest young queen in the junkyard. Chill."
"Chill!" Jemima gasped. "Electra, this isn't any young tom. It's Mistoffelees. He's magic. Magic! I could be the prettiest cat ever, and how could I compete with magic?" She huffed and collapsed into her nest. "I'm not gonna go."
Electra snorted. "You're gonna go. You've been wishing for this since you were a kit."
"I still am a kit, and should just keep wishing."
"You're thirteen, Jemima. You're practically grown!"
Jemima buried her face and hissed into her pillow.
Okay, yes, she had had a crush on Mistoffelees since she was, like, born. And sure, he had asked her out. He had really asked her out! And her parents had given her permission! This was a dream come true!
"This is my worst nightmare," she whined.
Electra burst out giggling. "Jemima! You have two minutes before he gets here!"
"Two minutes!?"
Jemima scrambled out of her nest, put on her prettiest collar, re-smoothed all her fur, and then, horrifyingly, there was a knock at the entrance to the den. She cast a horrified glance at Electra.
"Go get him, tiger," he friend encouraged her.
Jemima nodded blankly and took a deep breath before heading outside, where she was greeted by a smiling Mistoffelees in all his handsome, black and white, sophisticated cuteness.
He stared for a moment. "Wow, Jemima, you look-"
"Is it bad!?" Jemima shrieked. "Did I do something wrong? I-"
"No! No. You look...like magic."
Jemima was quite possible happier than she had ever been in her life. That moment was perfect: Just her, Mistoffelees, and the disembodied voice from the den shouting "Damn right she does!"