Mosskit Book 2: The Journey

Chapter 4

             Another week had passed, and Mosskit was adjusting well in his new home with Ginger. Mosskit had caught no other prey, but he had been proud of his squirrel that he had caught. It took Mosskit a few days to finish it, but the squirrel was just bones and fur now.

            Ginger had taught him a few more fighting and hunting moves, but he still needed to practice them. He was experiencing some trouble. Ginger had promised a treat soon.

            "Wake up, Mosskit," Ginger nudged him with her tail.

            "Huh? What is it Ginger?" Mosskit asked.

            "Time for your little treat!" Ginger exclaimed.

            "What is it?" Mosskit stood up and began to bounce around with excitement.

            "We're going to the twoleg nest!"

            Mosskit stopped bouncing. "The twoleg nest? Why there?"

            "They have a huge supply of plump birds and squirrels! You've never been to one before, have you?" Ginger asked.

            Mosskit shook his head. "I didn't know there was lots of prey there."

            "Oh yes," Ginger said. "Especially at the park."

            "Park?" Mosskit asked.

            "It's like the forest for kittypets except its inhabited by all sorts of twolegs."

            "Let's go!" Mosskit said.

            The two traveled for about an hour until they came upon the twoleg place. It was huge! Twoleg kits rode on small monsters, except it was like a more skeletal monster. Fat birds chirped from the trees. Dogs attached to leashes walked with their twolegs. The cats all had collars with small bells attached that would scare away any prey.

            "Wait for me," Ginger said. "Monsters come speeding down this street. Follow."

            Mosskit followed Ginger down the street until they came upon what Ginger called a "park". It was a large outstretch of grass, filled with twolegs and their kits, dogs, and squirrels and birds.

            The grass felt weird on Mosskit's paws. It was much shorter and had a different texture than the grass in the forest.

            "Try not to be too noticeable," Ginger said. "Twolegs and their kits love little kittens like you. They'd do anything to just pick you up and take you home!"

            The park was alive with chatter of the twolegs. The squirrels and birds here were different. Normal noises would've scared them away, but here, the prey was much more lazy.

            "Mouse!" Mosskit gasped as he spotted one streaming across the grass. It stopped for a few split seconds to rest. Mosskit crouched down again, ready to pounce when the mouse scurried away as a twoleg yowled.

            Mosskit turned around to see a twoleg kit running towards him. Scared, Mosskit jumped into the bushes away from the kit. "Ginger!" he mewed. The she-cat quickly appeared.

            "I saw the incident," Ginger said. "That's the problem with these twolegs. How about you wait here while I do the catching. Stay in the bushes. No twoleg would go looking in the bushes."

            Mosskit waited awhile until Ginger entered again with two large squirrels hanging from her jaw. She dropped them and licked her paws.

            "These squirrels are so lazy. They didn't even know I was behind them. They couldn't even move their squirmy legs when I pounced. Well, let's eat."

            Mosskit ate away at the squirrel. He hadn't had anything in the morning, so a nice afternoon snack made him feel comfortable.

            "We should be heading back now," Ginger said. "I'll grab the squirrels."

            Ginger grabbed the squirrels in her jaw with Mosskit following right behind her. They exited the park until they came onto the street. Mosskit was so intrigued with the twolegs, he padded right onto the street.

            "Mosskit, over here!" Ginger yowled.

            Mosskit went to turn when suddenly a monster came storming down the twoleg path. "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Ginger yowled.

            Mosskit was frozen. Suddenly, he was pushed aside as the monster came by, leaving Mosskit unharmed.

            "Ginger!" he yowled.

            The old she-cat laid on the street, wounded. Mosskit padded over to her. The thunderpath was quiet now. It was as if all life had stopped. "Stupid twolegs," Ginger whispered. Mosskit laughed. Even as she was wounded, Ginger could still find humor.

            "What-how can I fix you? Is there a medicine cat around here?!" Mosskit yowled.

            Ginger got up and staggered. She grabbed Mosskit by the scruff and limped over towards the nearest twoleg house. Mosskit hadn't realized how deep her wounds were. Could she die? The ginger she-cat left Mosskit on a porch.

            "What are you-," Mosskit began.

            "Stay here," Ginger said. With all her might, she leapt on the wall, pressing an odd button.

            "Don't come looking for me. Stay here. It has been a pleasure, Mosskit," Ginger said. The old she-cat padded off, leaving a trail of blood behind her.

            She was dying. Mosskit knew she wouldn't survive. That's why she had left him here. A tear slid down his cheek. He remembered her promise. She had promised to never leave him without making sure he would be safe. It was like his mother. Why had these cats made so many sacrifices for him?

            "Ginger!" he yowled one last time. No response came. The she-cat had either gone by now or she had died near the house somewhere.

            Suddenly, the twoleg door opened and Mosskit glanced at the twoleg kit before him. She made a sound and then the kit's parents came. They lifted Mosskit up and brought him inside, enclosing him in their nest.