Frosty got up. His stomach growled. He padded over to his bowl labeled "Frosty". Should he even try the twoleg food? His stomach growled again and Frosty sighed. There were no other choices.
Frosty took a bite of the food. He almost spit it out. It tasted nothing like real prey. It was artificial flavors and weird twoleg foods packed into one little circle.
"I would eat that," Charlie said.
"It tastes disgusting!" Frosty spat.
Charlie chuckled. "You just never grew up eating that. You're barely two months old!"
"Months?" Frosty asked.
"Yeah you know. A full month! About thirty days. Full moon cycle."
"Oh you mean two moons!" Frosty laughed.
"I would still eat the food. Maybe you'll get used to it. If you don't eat, the twolegs will probably take you to the vet."
"The cutter?"
"You clan cats have weird language," Charlie said. "Yep they'll take you to the cutter. The vet will probably assign you even nastier food."
Frosty sighed. "Alright, I'll eat it." Frosty dipped his mouth back into the bowl, gobbling every last piece up.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Frosty groaned.
Charlie laughed. "Well you didn't have to eat all of it. Just don't eat anymore for today unless you feel like it."
"I don't feel like eating it anymore," Frosty groaned.
Charlie chuckled. "Suits me. Why don't you go catch a bird or something?"
"I've only caught a squirrel," Frosty said.
"What?! You told me you were a clan cat!"
"We don't even learn to hunt until were six moons-I mean months," he said.
Their conversation was interrupted as the twolegs entered with a box. "Is that the new cat?" Frosty whispered.
Charlie laughed. "No. That's probably your new collar! The cat won't be coming until tomorrow."
The twolegs unwrapped the box, revealing a dark blue collar with a nametag and silver bell. Labelled on the nametag was "Frosty".
"I don't want to wear that!" Frosty whined.
"Well you're going to have to," Charlie said.
The twolegs tried to slip the collar on Frosty, but Frosty ran into the corner, hiding behind a chair. He thought he was safe, but he wasn't as a twoleg picked him up from the other side. Frosty mewed and whimpered, but they slipped the collar on him. Frosty groaned. The collar felt weird on his neck. He tried to shake it off, but it was no use. It was on there for good. The only thing that shaking did was ring the bell attached.
"I'm going outside," Frosty groaned. Charlie laughed again.
Frosty padded outside, still uncomfortable with the new collar. "Hey there, Frosty!"
"Oh, hi Gloria," Frosty said.
"I see you got your collar!" Gloria said, jumping down from her fence into the backyard.
"Yeah. It feels really uncomfortable around my neck," Frosty said.
Gloria laughed, pointing her tail to her green collar. "When I first got my collar, it was uncomfortable too, but I got used to it."
"Well that bell will scare every piece of prey within a ten mile radius," Frosty complained.
"Prey? What are you talking about?"
"I'm not a kittypet! I'm a clan cat!" Frosty hissed.
Gloria was taken aback by his comment. "Sorry," she said. "I have heard about those clan cats though. At least what Charlie's told me. How did you get here."
Frosty sighed and began to tell the story of how he ended up here to Gloria.
"Your mother is dead?"
Frosty nodded.
"What about your father?" Gloria asked.
"He died before I was born."
"I never knew my mother," Gloria said. "I was found in a box near here. I was taken to the shelter and then my twolegs adopted me."
"I guess we sort of share the same history then," Frosty said.
"Why don't you just escape?" Gloria asked.
"I don't know how to hunt or fight. Any cat or wild animal could kill me in battle."
"Well, maybe one day you'll leave," Gloria said.
"Maybe," Frosty replied, knowing he would be stuck here forever.
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Mosskit Book 2: The Journey
Fanfiction[Warriors Cats Fanfiction] Mosskit, who has just escaped the horrible fire that has taken his mother, travels far away from SnowClan and ends up accidentally being adopted by twolegs. As Mosskit assumes his new name of Frosty and meets new cats who...
