"Are you crazy?!" Floyd gasped, "We could have died! And yet you still are interested in them?"
"No, they just seemed nice!" Shadow replied.
"NICE? Those cats eat their prey's bones and kill for fun! Those cats aren't nice, but an evil source of pure hell!" Floyd explained
"Oh my... I'm sure those are just rumours, just like the rumour you're not fat," she meowed with a smirk on her face.
"Oh now you're just plain demented," Floyd replied," you know ever since I went to the vet I got big bones"
"Sure fatty!" She teased. But once again her serious expression went back. "Buthird seemed exciting when we saw them then ever." She mentioned.
"I agree, but still they eat real live rats!" Floyd told her.
"Guthrie does too!" Shadow mewed.
"Guthrie did, he's a bit too hurt from that monster." Floyd argued
"I get it if you don't come with me, bit I'm going" she protested.
Later that night ...
Shadow crept through the cat flap and watched the forest. Could groups of cats actually live here? I know it looks small, but in heart it's humongous! she thought. She took a deep breath, then padded into the heart of the unknown, not knowing what she'll encounter.