"So what are their names?" Lila asked when the three got back to the alley where they lived.
Rose did not prefer alleys like Ginger and Lila did, who savored the rotton smell that came from metal tins. The air smelled vile to her, and wished she was back in the granero again. But she could not go back there. Shadowclan knew she was there, and would find her again if she returned.
"They are just wiggling balls of fur. How could they be cute?" Ginger scoffed.
Lila cuffed him on the ear. "Be nice. tu looked just the same when tu were little," she reminded him.
Ginger just flicked his tail.
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