Chapter 11

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      Moon perched atop a twoleg fence, staring out at the midnight blue sky, after her father's burial few twinkling stars didn't wear the mask of the lights of the twolegplace.

        She remembered how they had buried him earlier that day, right next to her mother's final resting place.

     The night was quiet other than the roaring of the monsters in the distance until Moon heard Monkey snarl, "Who are you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so hungry I haven't eaten in days!" Moon turned her head to see a thin ginger tabby and white kittypet speaking to him, his large brown eyes glittering in the moonlight, "I'm sorry if I'm not supposed to be here, I'm just trying to find food!"

"Oh, you're hungry?" the tom hissed, "Guess what? SO ARE WE!"

           When did Monkey become such a jerk? Moon wondered as she leapt  down from her perch and shoved herself between them. "He can eat if he wants!" she yowled. Silence filled the next few moments as her yellow eyes stared up into his brown ones.

       Finally he seemed to lose intrest, "Fine." he grumbled, retreating from the argument.

"Come on." she said, leading him to a pitifully small pile of food at the base of the mountain of trash. She offered him a half-eaten scrap of twoleg food that was embrassing to Moon as well as heartbreaking. Nevertheless, the kittypet devoured it hungrily to the last bite.

"I'm Moon." she said, "What's your name?"

"My name's Jasper." he replied.

"How did you get that?" Moon said, flicking her ears toward the long scar running down the left side of his face, it was unusual for a kittypet to have such an impressive scar.

          "Oh," Jasper mumbled, his mouth still full of food, "I got attacked by a dog as a kit."

      "Wow," Moon said, even she feared dogs, "you should call name yourself after that if you're gonna be a rogue  like us."

       "Really?" He tilted his head, "I kinda like being Jasper the kittypet."

        Moon shrugged, "Okay," she mewed, "I don't know about that, though, lots of kittypets join RoseClan, and they all say that you haven't lived until you've charged into battle, tail blowing in the wind, claws unsheathed."

     "Hmm," Jasper frowned, he was obviously pondering something, "Do you think Dogscar is a cool enough name, or does it sound stupid?"

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