Hi, my name, well, you'll find out my name in a moment. Anyways, I'm a kitten and only 4 weeks old. I'm all black, but I'm told that in certain lights, my fur colour is brown. I have yellow/green eyes. I'm also a girl. Well lets go into the story.
The ranger rode towards his cabin in the midst of a ferocious blizzard. His normally tan horse and black-and-white collie pure white. Suddenly, the dog darted out of the rangers limited view and he called for her, his voice deadened by the snow. "EBONY!" Ebony, her hearing still reliable, heard but she didn't respond, too intent on the subject of her dash. Coming upon small drift of snow, she heard a weak heartbeat from under it. Digging carefully, she unearthed a tiny black bundle of fur. Ebony gently picked it up and dashed back to her frantic owner. He had been calling her name over and over, so it was a shock to see her almost rise up from the snow, carrying a little black thing. "Ebony, what is it?" He asked quite loudly, and she whined, holding the bundle up to him. He took it, looked it over, and realized it was a kitten. He kicked his horse, Tug, into a canter and the trio speed off to the rangers cabin.
"Will, don't let Ebony shake the snow off. Here's a towel to clean her off with-what is that!" The woman exclaimed, and Will held it out to her, "It's a kitten, Alyss. Ebony found him. The poor thing was probably left out there." Alyss cradled the kitten gently and carried him over to the fire, where she had been wrapped up in blankets. She dried the mitten off and left him in her seat, wrapped up in a blanket. Ebony, no longer wet, came over to the kitten and sniffed him. She whined, and Alyss hurried over from the stove. "Ebony, good girl. Just be quiet." Alyss ordered and went back to the stove, where she was warming up some goats milk. When she deemed it was warm enough, she added honey, grabbed a dropper, and went to feed the now awake kitten.
Ebony questioned the kitten now that it was okay. "Hello, what's your name, young one?" Ebony waited for an answer. "I don't have a name yet. My mother never gave me one. What's your name?" The kitten's voice was remarkably female to Ebony. "Ebony, dear. Did you get lost?" The collie asked her. "Yes, I wandered off, then it started to snow. I couldn't find my way back to the hollow they were in. Then I got really cold." The black kitten looked to be no older than four weeks. Will came over and held his hand out to the kitten. She sniffed his hand, then purred. Will picked her up. "Hey little guy. Making friends with Eb, aren't you?" He gently flipped her over, just to check gender, then he sat her on his lap. "Guess I was mistaken on calling little guy. More like little lady, huh Ebs." Alyss came over and asked, "Little lady indeed. What should we call her?" Will bit his lip, thinking. "Smoke?" He said, but Alyss shook her head. "No, how about Rilla?" She suggested and Will tested it out on the sleeping cat. "Rilla." Her head came up at the name and she looked curiously at the two humans. Then she went back to her nap. "Rilla it is." Will whispered and gently sent the newly named Rilla next to the sleeping Ebony.
A/N: Hi, I'm back and writing about my cat, Rilla, who is four months old. She loves me and I consider her my daughter. Please review this story called...Kitten.
AER and Rilla signing out