Mosskit Book 2: The Journey

Chapter 12

            Mosskit padded over by Gloria's house. "GLORIA!" he yowled.
            "It's Snakekit," he heard. He glanced to see her near the fence, looking down.
            "Why are you sounding so sad?" Mosskit asked.
            "Because your mother showed me the past," Snakekit said. "My name is Snakekit. It's an ugly name. Why do I even have it? My mother must've hated me a lot."
            "Look, I know your mother had some tough times with you, but Snakekit is a beautiful name," Mosskit said.
            "Stop lying, Mosskit. I know it isn't," Snakekit groaned.
            "Look, Snakekit, I know you have this weird things with name, but it was the name that was given to you! When you were named Gloria, did you stick with it?"
            "Well, yes," Snakekit said.
            "Why did you stick with it? You told me how much you hated it," he said.
            "Well my twolegs named me that. You stuck with Frosty," Snakekit pointed out.
            "Exactly. My name is Mosskit. Your name is Snakekit. We all have the names our mothers gave us. Now let's stick with those names. Maybe your name doesn't sound great, but that doesn't mean your personality isn't great."
            "Thanks," Snakekit said, rising from the ground. "So who is this cat we're supposed to meet?"
            "I'm not sure," Mosskit said. "My mother just told me that we would meet the cat in the woods."
            "What are we waiting for?" Snakekit asked. "Let's go to SnowClan!"
            "Yeah!" Mosskit said.
            They walked through the twoleg place. "So, what happened to Rose?" Snakekit asked.
            "My mother didn't tell you?" Mosskit asked.
            Snakekit shook her head.
            "Um, well this is kind of disturbing but...my mother was Rose. She created her to lead me away from the kittypet place," Mosskit said.
            "So your mother killed me?!"
            "She didn't mean to," Mosskit said. "Why do you think she revived you?"
            "I don't know," Snakekit said. "I thought she was just being nice."
            Mosskit stopped at the edge of the street. He felt like the past was streaming through his blood. He imagined him and Ginger coming back from the twoleg place to return home. If that had happened though, he would never have met Snakekit.
            "Look both ways," Mosskit said. They waited until the Thunderpath was silent before racing over to the park.
            Mosskit sat, looking down. "What's the matter, Mosskit? The sooner we leave, the sooner we get there!"
            "I'm just reminded of a bad memory, that's all," Mosskit said.
            "Hey," Snakekit said, her voice soft and calm. "You just made me forget about my terrible past. It's time for you to forget too. We have a home to get to."
            "You're right," Mosskit said.
            The two padded through the park, dodging twoleg kits that tried to grab them.
            "When will these kits leave us alone?!" Snakekit groaned.
            Mosskit recognized the same bush he had hid in. "In here," Mosskit said. They jumped into the bush.
            "That's disgusting," Snakekit said, pointing to the bones of a squirrel.
            "My squirrel!" Mosskit gasped.
            "Um, you know this squirrel?"
            "I was eating it when...," he paused. "Come on, let's move on."
            They moved past the bushes until they came upon a trail that led straight to the woods.
            "Ready?" Snakekit asked.
            "I'm ready," Mosskit replied.
            They marched down the rocky trail, catching their last glimpse of the twoleg homes. They continued to walk, occasionally stopping for a sip of water or a rest. The trail was long, but the journey would be longer.
            As the sun began to set, they came across the woods. The beautiful woods stood right in front of them. Mosskit breathed in the familiar scent of fresh air.
            "I'm not sure if I want to go in there," Snakekit said.
            "Come on, it's easy," Mosskit said.
            "Not in the dark," Snakekit complained.
            "Fine," Mosskit said. "We'll rest here on the grass until morning."
            "Okay," Snakekit said.
            The two laid down in the grass. They slept right next to each other, trying to conserve heat as the final cold winds of leaf-bare were upon them.