The original conjuring cat. There's no doubt about that. Brother of @IvoryQueen_. SL1: Mated to @SilverTabbyTom SL2: Mated to @AntiheroAnomaly #ParodyAccount
@MasterMiscreant “Well, it has been very quiet recently and you’ve been very quiet. Plus I could easily disappear if you try anything.” Misto smirked softly before taking a seat. “Watching the birds? Are you also feeling the boredom too?”
@AntiheroAnomaly Misto grinned at his words. “Oh really?” As he felt his body pressed against his as he stood up, he smiled up at him as he danced with him. His eyes never leaving his as they danced. “Wow... You do have some tricks that definitely make this tom fall even more in love with you.”
@MasterMiscreant Misto couldn’t help but smirk at the scarlet cat. “You would have done the same to me if you were bored.” He stretched his paws out, not taking his eyes off the other. “What are you doing up here anyway Macavity?”
@AntiheroAnomaly Mistoffelees couldn’t help but grin as he conjured up a rose out of thin air and handed it to him.
“You know I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve.”
@AntiheroAnomaly “No, nothing much has gone on. It seems Macavity is keeping busy elsewhere and everyone else just seems to be settled down. Not much has happened.” Misto smiled, resting his head against his shoulder. “Apart from missing you, I’ve not done much except practice my magic.”
@AntiheroAnomaly “It was and that’s okay. I’m just glad you came home safe and sound.”
Misto smiled as he gazed into his eyes while entwining his tail with his mates.
@AntiheroAnomaly Misto snuggled against him, purring happily as he licked his face and grinned. “It’s good to see you too. You have no idea how much I missed you.”
@AntiheroAnomaly Misto jumped at the expected prod and spun around to face the prodder. He grinned widely before pouncing on the tom and nuzzling into him.
“You got me.”
@TwoToneThreeBar Misto was focused entirely on the fire coming from his paws and the candle flame he had alighted wasn’t aware of the visitor in his den. Soon he managed to release the flames from his fingers and grinned at his work that he now could make fire with his paws.
“Perfect.”
Mistoffelees was alone in his den surrounded by his books and potion bottles. He was practicing his magic, testing a new element that he had learned. Fire. After hours of practising he had managed to produce a flame on a candle. Already transfixed with the glow he had created.