Mosskit Book 2: The Journey

Chapter 28

            Mosskit awoke in the middle of the afternoon. He had never slept in that late before. Snakekit and Ginger were already up, chatting with each other.

            "Why, good morning sleepy," Ginger laughed. "There's a squirrel for you over by that tree."

            "Thanks," Mosskit said, padding over towards the tree and getting the squirrel.

            It was plump, and would surely get rid of his hunger. He ate it slowly, savoring each bite. He hadn't been able to eat that mouse yesterday after the adder and the cats.

            "So when do we leave?" Mosskit asked.

            "We're going to clean you off first," Ginger said. "But we won't arrive until tomorrow morning. We'll sleep somewhere and then head off to SnowClan the next morning."

            Snakekit gulped and Mosskit wondered why. She was probably just nervous about her new home.

            "What do you mean by clean us?" Mosskit asked.

            "A grooming will do," Ginger replied. "Who wants to go first?"

            "Ladies first," Mosskit quickly said.

            Snakekit rolled her eyes. "Alright, just because you're too much of a wimp," she said, padding over to Ginger.

            "Am not!" Mosskit snapped back.

            "Alright, then go then," Snakekit said, pointing her tail towards Ginger.

            "Fine," he groaned, padding over to the old she-cat.

            "Sit down here," she said. Mosskit sat and shuddered as Ginger licked his fur to make it all neat and tidy.

            Snakekit laughed. "You should see your face right now, Mosskit."

            Mosskit rolled his eyes, feeling Ginger's tongue lick his fur into all sorts of patterns. After awhile, Ginger stopped.

            "Are you done?" he shuddered.

            Ginger laughed. "Yes. Now don't mess up your fur. Snakekit, you're next."

            Mosskit watched as Ginger groomed Snakekit's fur as well, fixing it up just as she had done with Mosskit, though she was easier since her fur was slick and smooth, not thick and furry.

            As Mosskit sat, a thought occurred him. Would he be watching something similar to this moons from now? Would he be watching Snakekit groom their kits? He assumed they would be mates. They would, wouldn't they? He had never really thought that maybe Snakekit didn't want a mate or kits...Mosskit shook his head. He was only a little older than six moons. Why think about this now?

            Soon enough, Ginger finished grooming Snakekit and they were off.

            Since it was the middle of the afternoon, almost approaching evening, they would only be going up the hill, then finding a comfortable place to rest for the night.

            Mosskit glanced around the forest. The next day at this time he would be in SnowClan, already getting comfortable in his new surroundings.

            He looked at Ginger leading the way. Where would she go? He had never really thought about it. Would she journey back? Or would she stay in SnowClan. She could be an elder maybe. Or a senior warrior. But she did mention she didn't enjoy clans...Mosskit didn't want her to leave though. He had grown a close relationship with the old tabby.