Mosskit Book 2: The Journey

Chapter 24

            When Mosskit awoke, he was no longer in the blazing storm. He was nice and warm in a comfy nest made of moss. He yawned, still hearing the ringing of wind in his ears. Where was he?

            "Hi there, sleepyhead," Ginger spoke.

            Mosskit looked around, noticing he was no longer in the storm, but in a very large cave, large enough to fit at least two clans!

            "What is this place?" Mosskit asked. He went to rise, but stayed down, his legs sore.

            "SnowClan and FoxClan stayed in this cave while traveling to their new home. Your mother stayed in this cave too," Ginger pointed out.

            "Wow," Mosskit said. My mother stayed in here! he thought with excitement.

            He turned his head to see Snakekit smiling at him. Why was she smiling at him? Hadn't she been angry with him before. Snakekit rose, padding over to Mosskit and laying down next to him, licking his fur.

            "You're not mad at me?" Mosskit asked.

            Snakekit shook her head. "You protected me in that storm..."

            "How did I end up here?" Mosskit asked.

            Ginger paused for a moment. "Well, I had lost track of you two, and when I found you, Snakekit was lying on you, trying to keep you warm. You were unconscious. Snakekit believed you were dead. We found this cave shortly after and made you nice and comfy here. It was quite a heroic deed what Snakekit did."

            "You saved me?" Mosskit asked.

            Snakekit nodded, licking his cheek. "You saved me."

            Mosskit sighed. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier today. My father is dead...I know he is. He visited me in StarClan. You just wouldn't let me explain."

            "No, I'm sorry," Snakekit said. "I should have let you explained. I shouldn't have just stormed off like that."

            Ginger, obviously feeling awkward by the two of them, rose from the ground. "I'll get some food," she said, padding over to a small fresh kill pile that laid in the center of the cave.

            "Is the storm still going on?" Mosskit asked.

            Snakekit nodded. "It's not as bad. Ginger was able to catch some prey. Are you hungry?"

            Mosskit nodded.

            "I'll bring you something to eat," Snakekit said, padding over to the pile of prey, grabbing a mouse for him.

            Mosskit smiled, biting into the mouse. The warm meat filled his body, and soon his hunger was gone.

            He turned towards Ginger. "How long are we staying here?"

            "Only until the storm passes," Ginger said. "It's calming down as we speak."

            Mosskit nodded, rising from his small nest. He padded around, stretching his sore limbs. It felt odd not walking around like he usually did every morning, but this rest would surely be a blessing for him.

            "Want to play moss-ball?" Snakekit asked.

            "Sure," Mosskit said.