Watermermelon

A cool chill floated over the junkyard. Moonlight shone down on those who were still awake, and protected them. Two tom cats sat next to each other atop a hill made of wood, rocks, tin cans, and other debris. Together, they watched the moon, silent. The younger tom's whiskers twitched and his tail tip jerked as he pondered what to say. "What's it like to feel?" He  asked as if it was a casual question. The older, still youthful tom glared at his friend and titled his head. "What do you mean?" He replied, wanting something more specific. The younger paused for a few ticks and tried to think of feelings. He himself had felt very few emotion