Mosskit Book 2: The Journey

Chapter 7

             When Frosty awoke the next day, a carrying cage laid in the center of the room. A new scent filled the air. Another cat was in his presence.

            "Charlie," Frosty nudged the old tom.

            "What? Is dinner ready?"

            Frosty rolled his eyes. "Is that the new cat?" he asked.

            Charlie eyed the cage for a second. "Yup! That's the new she-cat. I wonder when she'll get let out of her cage."

            Frosty shrugged. "Who knows?"

            Charlie stretched and padded over to his bowl. "Aw, no breakfast!" He sat down and began to mew loudly.

            "What are you doing?" Frosty asked.

            "I'm hungry," Charlie said. "The least those twolegs could do is get their lazy behinds out of bed and pour me some food." He began to mew again.

            Frosty heard footsteps and he shrunk down in his bed. One of the twolegs began to yowl at Charlie and then poured some food into his bowl. Charlie mewed as if to say "thank you" and began to gobble up his food.

            Frosty hadn't touched his dinner last night. He hated the new twoleg food. Frosty was hungry though, so he padded over to his bowl. It was empty. No food was in it. Why?

            Frosty was about to mew when the twoleg slid something else into his bowl. Frosty sniffed it. It had an awful smell.

            "What is this?" Frosty asked Charlie, who had licked his bowl clean.

            "You lucky duck! That's tuna! Try it! I rarely get it!"

            Frosty hesitated for a moment but began to gobble up the fish. It tasted delicious. Frosty licked his bowl clean as well. The twoleg smiled at him. Frosty licked his lips. The taste still rang in his mouth.

            The twoleg walked over to the cage. They're letting the cat out! Frosty thought. As the cage opened, a beautiful white kitten yawned. Her eyes were icy blue and she padded around the room, sniffing the new scents.

            The twoleg kits soon came out and grabbed the kitten, twirling her around. The kitten mewed happily. "Rose!" the twolegs called.

            "That's her name," Charlie said. "They named her Rose." The twolegs had begun to talk.

            "What are they saying?" Frosty asked.

            "They're going to go get a bowl and collar for Rose. Guess the twolegs won't be back for awhile."

            Charlie was right. The twolegs had exited the house leaving Frosty, Charlie, and Rose alone.

            "Hi there," Rose said, padding over to the two toms.

            "How do you do, miss?" Charlie asked.

            "I'm good, thank you," Rose said.

            "So your name is Rose?" Frosty asked.

            "Yup. What's your name?" she asked.

            "Mossk-," Charlie slapped him with his tail.

            "Mosskuh?" Rose asked.

            "His name is Frosty," Charlie said.

            "Well um nice to meet you Frosty," Rose said.

            Frosty stood there awkwardly as Charlie and Rose talked to each other. Obviously, Rose had been born with other kittypets because she knew everything about twolegs.

            Frosty got annoyed and padded outside to talk to Gloria. "Gloria!" he yowled.

            The black she-cat soon appeared. "Did the new cat come?"

            "Yeah."

            "What does she look like?" Gloria asked.

            "She's a really pretty white she-cat with these icy blue eyes."

            "What's her name?"

            "Rose."

            Gloria groaned. "What is with twolegs and their cats today?" Gloria slipped down from the fence.

            "What do you mean?" Frosty asked.

            "Twolegs try to find the prettiest cats outs there. When they do find a pretty cat, they give them the most beautiful name out there. I'm basically the only non-pretty cat with an ugly name."

            "I don't think you or your name is ugly," Frosty said.

            "Really?" Gloria asked.

            Frosty nodded. "I don't even get why my twolegs keep getting all these cats."

            "You don't?" Gloria asked.

            "No. Is that surprising or something?" Frosty asked.

            "You do realize what they're doing, don't you?"

            "No. What?"

            "They're going to make you breed with Rose."

            "Oh," Frosty said. "What does that mean?"

            Gloria groaned. "They're basically going to make you have kits with Rose, so they can sell the kits."

            "What? Why be mates with someone you don't love and then get rid of your kits?"

            "Twolegs do it for money," Gloria said.

            "Money?" Frosty asked.

            "Wow you really are a clan cat. You have no idea what I'm saying. Money is what twolegs use all the time. It's how they get those houses and furniture. They don't just get them for free. They get it in exchange for money."

            "Oh," Frosty said. "Well I don't want to be mates with that she-cat!"

            "It's not your choice," Gloria said. "Once you are old enough to be mates with her, you either be mates with her or they send you off to the cutter. Then after they send you to the cutter, you get all lazy and they throw you out into the streets or to a shelter. You'll be killed off eventually."

            Frosty was shocked. "TWOLEGS ARE WORSE THAN MONSTERS!"

            "Monsters?" Gloria asked.

            "The thing the twolegs drive."

            "Oh those are cars! Twolegs control those too."

            Frosty was shocked. Twolegs were evil.