a random story about a cat named sparky

Sandy dips her head towards you, her nub tail twitching the best it can. "Nice to meet you Sparky. Why do you wanna join our group?" You explain how you had been kicked out. Claws' broad shoulders roll under his fur. "Humans," He spits. "Vile creatures." Elvis licks his paw, drawing it over his face. "You've still got a collar," He points out in a thick French accent. Jack Frost- or Frost for short- perks up. "Oh, you do! Want us to tear it off??" He asks excitedly, dropping into a crouch.