Mosskit Book 2: The Journey

Chapter 10

            Frosty sat in disbelief. Was it really true? Was Gloria gone? She couldn't be. Just a few minutes ago they had been talking and laughing.

            It was Rose's fault. Rose had done this! Frosty didn't want to become mates with her and he never would be. Frosty would have to escape the twoleg place somehow. He couldn't stay here.

            "Oh, Frosty!" Rose yowled.

            "Go away!" Frosty hissed.

            Rose brushed her pelt against his and lightly touched the tip of her tail to his face. "Oh, Frosty. I'm sorry. I didn't think Gloria would die so soon."

            "Shut it!" Frosty hissed.

            "Let's focus on the positives. You still have me," she said.

            "What do you mean?" Frosty asked.

            "One lover is dead. There's always room for another though. Maybe Gloria's death was a sign. Maybe we were meant to be together after all."

            Frosty growled, but then he hesitated. Was Gloria's death a sign? It couldn't mean that he would end up with Rose, right?

            "Just leave me alone," he said.

            "Don't worry. I'll be right here to comfort you," Rose said.

            "Rose, I mean it," Frosty growled.

            Rose stood with her bright blue eyes. "Well alright then, snooty pants," she growled and padded off.

            Frosty growled and padded outside. It had begun to cloud over. Then Frosty noticed it. The tree. Why had he never noticed it before?

            A large tree sat to the bottom left of the backyard. Without hesitation, Frosty sunk his claws into the bark and began to climb. Higher and higher he climbed until he was far off the ground.

            He wished he could just stay in the tree forever. He didn't want to come down. He sat, looking up at the cloudy sky.

            "StarClan why aren't you here? Momma, where did you go? Are you still here? Daddy? Are you there too?" Frosty asked.

            "I don't want to be a kittypet. I want to go home. I want to be a SnowClan cat. I want to fight for my clan instead of fighting with Rose," he said.

            He sighed and sat on the large branch, waiting for an answer that would never come. He didn't love Rose. He loved Gloria. Rose couldn't understand that. How could he get rid of Rose? Killing was not the option. Rose would never leave. He would just have to escape.

            "Frosty!" Rose called from down below. "Frosty, where are you?"

            Frosty growled. He wasn't coming down from the tree. Rose continued to call for him until she finally gave up hope and went back inside.

            Frosty sighed and finally let the tears come. He wasn't crying over Gloria. He was crying over every cat. He hadn't been able to cry all this time. He cried about the father he had never known. He cried about his mother who had been lost in the fire. He cried about Ginger, who had died saving him. Lastly, he cried about Gloria. He cried about how her death was unfair.

            As darkness began to fall upon the backyard, Frosty decided to come down. He edged down the tree carefully until his paws touched grass.

            Frosty padded back inside. Rose laid asleep on her bed. Careful not to wake her, Frosty sat down in his bed and closed his eyes. He felt another cat's warmth by him. Frosty opened his eyes to see Rose still asleep on her bed. Frosty closed his eyes again feeling the warmth once more. His mother's spirit must've been upon him.