Mosskit Book 2: The Journey

Chapter 21

            Mosskit smiled as he felt the familiar poke of Snakekit. "Wake up," she whispered. Mosskit smiled, rising from the ground. He yawned, digging his claws into the den floor as he stretched.

            "Why are you always up so early?" he asked Snakekit.

            Snakekit shrugged, shoving a rabbit towards him so that they could share. Mosskit bit into the rabbit, his mouth warmed by the fresh meat. Mosskit chewed slowly and looked around. Swallowing his piece of rabbit, he turned to Snakekit.

            "Where's Ginger?" he asked.

            "Getting some food for herself," Snakekit said.

            "You caught this rabbit?" Mosskit asked, pointing his tail to the rabbit.

            Snakekit laughed and nodded. "I learned how to hunt better after nearly dying from that waterfall. You know what they say-cats have nine lives."

            Mosskit tilted his head and gulped down his bite of rabbit. "Not all cats. Only the leaders of the clans."

            "It's a twoleg term," Snakekit said. "Obviously you seem pretty confused with it. Just forget I said that."

            Mosskit nodded, finishing up the rest of the rabbit. He smiled, seeing Snakekit's fur was free from dirt now and it looked as beautiful as ever.

            A low fog had spread over the camp, unable to let Mosskit see if Ginger was coming or not.

            "Well, I'm ready to go," Snakekit said. "And Ginger still isn't back yet. I wonder why."

            Mosskit shrugged. "I'm not sure. GINGER!" he yowled.

            No response came. Only the rolling mist moved, covering the old, abandoned SnowClan camp.

            He suddenly heard footsteps. Thinking it was Ginger, he ran towards the footsteps, about to tell her they were ready to go. The fog was thick and it concealed him. He couldn't even see the silhouette of Snakekit anymore.

            "GINGER!" he shouted.

            He gasped, seeing a large silhouette pass by him. Mosskit shrunk down, obviously realizing that this was not Ginger near him.

            "Ginger," he whispered.

            The silhouette passed by again, circling Mosskit as if it was a vulture, circling its prey. "Who are you?!" Mosskit shouted, gaining enough courage to speak.

            He gasped as a muzzle came into view. But it wasn't just a muzzle...it was teeth too! "FOX!" Mosskit shouted, moving at just the right time as the fox bit down on air.

            It snarled at him, coming closer. Mosskit stepped back, wailing for help. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP! FOX!" he screeched.

            He backed up against one of the dens and raced inside, the fox following after him. The fox pushed him into a corner, making it unable for Mosskit to escape. Mosskit winced, expecting to feel jaws wrap around his small body.

            He then suddenly saw a flash and heard the yelp of the fox. When Mosskit opened his eyes, the mist had cleared, revealing Ginger and Snakekit standing in the center of the camp.

            "Are you alright?!" Snakekit gasped, running towards Mosskit.

            "I-I don't know what happened," Mosskit said. "The fox..."