Mosskit Book 2: The Journey

Chapter 5

              Trapped. That's how Mosskit felt. The twolegs had set him down in his nest just moments ago, and Mosskit already felt trapped. He didn't want to be a kittypet! He wanted to be a clan cat! Mosskit sighed. He knew he would be stuck here forever until he found a way out.

            "Hey." Mosskit gasped. He turned to see a plump, old tom looking at him. He had dark brown fur and tabby markings.

            "Who-who are you?" Mosskit gasped.

            "The name's Charlie. It's a good thing you came around. Them twolegs wanted another two cats. It was a blessing when they found you on their step."

            "How do you know what they're saying?" Mosskit asked.

            "I've grown up with twolegs all my life. Haven't you?" Charlie asked.

            "No! I'm a forest cat!" Mosskit growled.

            "Forest cat, eh? I've heard of them before. You all live with each other, right? I used to know a cat that wanted to be a forest cat. He left in them woods long ago and I haven't seen him since. Probably killed off by a wild animal," Charlie said.

            "No. There are no cats in the forest by here."

            "No cats? Then how are you a forest cat?!"

            "A fire came to my clan. My mother told me to run off, so I did. I ran all night until I came to the forest by here," Mosskit said.

            Charlie chuckled. "Touching story, kit. I never knew my mother. I was taken away from her."

            "That's terrible!" Mosskit exclaimed.

            Charlie chuckled again. "All kittypets never know their parents! No one knows their father! You're lucky if you know your mother!"

            How could these kittypets live like this? They would grow up all alone, never to step foot outdoors.

            "Have you gotten your new name yet?" Charlie asked.

            "New name?"

            "Yup! Those twolegs rename you! Look here they are now. They must've been discussing!"

            The twoleg kit picked Mosskit up. "Frosty!" she yowled.

            "Your new name is Frosty!" Charlie said.

            Frosty? His name was Mosskit. Mosskit knew he would have to go along with this name though. The twoleg set Mosskit down.

            "Have you had anything to eat?" Charlie asked.

            "I just ate a squirrel, actually."

            "You got to try that twoleg food! They feed it to us all the time!" Charlie remarked.

            Mosskit glanced at his plump stomach. "I can see that," Mosskit said.

            "Well if you're not gonna eat, go meet them neighbors," Charlie said. "The neighbors have a new kitten next door."

            "Fine," Mosskit said. He came to the door, unable to get out. He then noticed a small door that led to the outside. Mosskit padded through until he felt the breeze blowing on him again.

            Mosskit could escape right now. He could escape and never set foot here again. But he had to stay here. There was no way he could survive in the woods on his own. He didn't even really know how to hunt. It was useless. He could never return home.

            "Hey, you!"

            Mosskit glanced around to see a young kit around his age sitting on the fence. Her black pelt stood out against the brown fence. Her bright green eyes stood out as well.

            "Um, hi?" Mosskit said.

            "What's your name?" the she-cat asked.

            "M-I mean Frosty," Mosskit said. He would have to start using this now. His new name was Frosty.

            "You new, Frosty?"

            "Yes," Frosty replied.

            "Well, I'm Gloria. Nice to meet you." She leapt down from the fence. "Be careful. Don't wanna eat too much of that kittypet food. You might end up like old Charlie."

            "I'll try not to," Frosty said.

            Gloria smiled. "Has the new cat came yet?"

            "New cat?" Frosty asked.

            "Oh that's right you didn't know! Well, they're getting a she-cat soon. I'll see you later!" she said. In a second, she was gone.

            A she-cat? Frosty wasn't sure about this. What was going on? He did know one thing. This morning his name had been Mosskit and he had been hunting with Ginger. Now his name was Frosty and he was a kittypet. He did like Gloria though. He was in need of a real friend...really bad.