Zoro sat near the body of the kitten. Sanji had once again decided to follow him as he fed the cats but before Zoro could get to them he saw that one of the kittens was lying on the ground and hardly moving.
Zoro had run to its side and tried to move it. The mother and other kittens standing by his side. The kitten tried to stand but its paw gave out under it. Zoro then stood up and looked around looking for what seemed to be help.
Zoro then spotted a transponder snail booth just a bit ahead. He ran to it and dialed a number. Sanji could hear Chopper's high and confused voice even from where he stood.
After a bit of talking Zoro smiled in relief and ran back to the kitten's side. The kitten moved around a bit but then lied completely still. Zoro looked confused and tried to encourage it to stand or move in any way. The other cat's all fell silent and started to move away.
Zoro looked at them then back at the kitten. It was dead. Zoro slowly reached out and pet the kitten. His face was no longer emotionless like usual. It was sad yet no tears fell as if Zoro himself was refusing them to.
Sanji stood rooted to the spot unsure whether or not he should go to Zoro. Instead Chopper arrived with his medical bag. Without even glancing at him Chopper ran to Zoro's side. After a quick look Chopper frowned and patted Zoro's arm.
Sanji continued to watch as they buried the Kitten and then headed back to the ship. Zoro saw him and only nodded a bit. There were on words but Sanji knew how upset Zoro felt. He knew in his heart what Zoro must be thinking at that moment. 'If only I came here sooner, I could have saved it.'
I wrote this based off of what happened today. I was at the beach with two of my friends and as we waited to be picked up we decide to go for a walk and leave our baggage behind since we weren't going far. As we walked we came to a group of birds. They all flew away as we got closer but one tried to run but stopped stopped after a few steps. We saw that its wing was broken. I asked my friends to get me my phone to call for help as I stayed by its side. As they left to get it another bird flew down. It kept its distance though. The injured bird kept opening its mouth to call out but made no sound and I thought it was in pain. The only thing I could think to do was sing so I sang until my friends came back. I texted some people in order to find out who to call to help it but as soon as I got the number the other bird flew away. I looked down at the injured bird and it was dead. Sorry to bore you with this but I just felt that it needed to be said.