CHAPTER FOUR
Tiny was so glad, he loved Rosy so much. He felt so much rage fuming out of him, he was sure his littermate could tell he was not pleased.
Clans! Actual Clans! Clans that kill! Clans that eat Kittypets! Clans that aren't open to discussions without remarks and judging! Well, he liked that part, maybe a few cats would go along with him. Rosy smacked his shoulder playfully, smiling sheepishly as he looked at her like a deer in headlights, whatever that means.
“What?” Tiny asked, pushing her with his shoulder back. Rosy jumped down from the fence, and onto the soft grass. Tiny hesitated, feeling the uncomfortable wood under his paws, he shifted.
“Don't you want to go? I know you do! I can feel it in my gut!” Rosy answered, “oh! I am so excited to be a part of a Clan! We'll have people taking care of us and actually liking us!”
“I, well, uh, I'm not too sure, I mean, they said it was dangerous, c'mon, aren't you satisfied with our life?” Tiny asked, jumping down next Rosy. She let out a startled meow of surprise, and batted her with a sheathed paw.
“No! This is a good opportunity for us! Please, Tiny. Give it a moon, and if you don't like it, you can return, I'll cover for you when you do!” Rosy pleaded, “we only have a sunrise to think about it, and our time is almost over, please, come with me, I can't do this without you.”
“I, well, sure, fine! I'll do it, but if it turns out wrong for us, don't say I didn't tell you so!” Tiny hissed, crouching down.