Advice
Izzy batted a mouse across the room to Luna, but before it reached her, Willow jumped in and caught it. "Strike one!" Willow laughed."For the last time, we're not playing CatBall!" Izzy protested, grabbing the mouse off of his claw.
Willow stared at her blankly, then slowly padded to the back of the cage. He laid in the cat bed, messing with the white fuzzy foam coming out of the hole in it. He sighed.
Cooper came near him. "If there's one thing we elder cats are good at, its giving advice." he said with an aged purr.
"Oh, hello, Cooper." Willow turned to face him.
"So, what's you problem?" he asked.
"Well, whenever I want to play with my sisters, they push me away like a tumbleweed." he explained.
"Hmm, sounds like my kithood. I had three brothers, Max, Alder, and Milo. They'd always play without me. I then just tried playing with cooler cats, and they got jealous, so they finally let me join in with them!" he purred. "It may work in this situation, you should try it!"
*Trust me, this will get SUPER sad next chapter.*
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