The torbie kitten looked down at her mother's body. "Mommy? Are you alright? Mommy, get up!" Her brothers, both orange tabbies, sat beside her, staring at their dead mother. Suddenly, they heard an angry hiss from behind them. The raccoon that had killed their mother still stood near them, ready to kill the young kits and feast on the family. It ran towards the three kits, and they cowered against the wooden fence behind them. Suddenly, the stronger of the two toms leaped at the raccoon.
"Stay back from my siblings!" The raccoon bit him on the shoulder, but the tomkit swatted the raccoon back, clawing it in the face. The raccoon, seemingly having had enough of the tiny kit's nonsense, grabbed the tom's neck and shook him until the kit limply swung from the creature's small jaws. It dropped him, and the kit lay on the ground, motionless. But, as the raccoon started at the other two kits, he got up and jumped onto its back. "I'm not through with you!" He weakly said. The kit bit into the raccoon's neck, at the same time raking his miniscule claws down its back. The raccoon tried to get him off, but the kit wouldn't budge.
Finally, the raccoon ran off, and the tomkit jumped off its back, stumbled towards his brother and sister, and collapsed in front of them, alongside his mother. "Not you, too! You just fought off a humongous raccoon! You can't just die!" The torbie she-kit pleaded.
After what seemed like moons, she began yowling, and continued until a large monster stinking of animals, so many animals, and a faint scent of blood. Three Twolegs jumped out and slowly walked towards the two alive kits. The torbie tried to run away, but her legs were numb with grief and shock. Her brother could have run away, but didn't dare leave his sister. The Twolegs grabbed the siblings with long, gloved paws and put them in boxes. Then they noticed the two still cats that were limply lying near the fence. They spoke to one another, and picked up both bodies. As the monster left the area with the four cats, living and deceased, inside it, the torbie could only wonder what was to become of them.
She and her brother were taken to an animal rescue organization called D.R.E.A.M. Animal Rescue, and the torbie was named Diva. Her living brother was called Champ and her other brother, who died so bravely for his siblings, was dubbed Hero, for that is what he died as: a hero.
This story is dedicated to three kittens named Diva, Champ, and the deceased Hero. This is my telling of their past experiences, and you can help them out by adopting Diva, Champ, or both from D.R.E.A.M. Animal Rescue, located in Laguna Niguel, southern California. (I'm not a part of this organization, but I decided to help spread the word anyway). Here are the links to Diva and Champ:
Diva: pet/9766760-laguna-niguel-california-kitten
Champ: pet/9766759-laguna-niguel-california-kitten
In memory to Hero, who lived up to his namesake.
