I'm really sorry for not touching this for a long while. I've had a ton of schoolwork and writer's block, so I decided to work on other stories. But now, I want to work on it again.
Milo only remembered falling asleep in the back of the Browns' silver van, locked into a tiny cage where his tail was curled around his body. He did remember his companion's yowls of terror, and bumping across the back of the van. Everything else was a nonexistent blur.
He blinked the sleep from his eyes, and not remembering where he was, he bonked his head against the blue plastic. He felt the van seeming to slow, like time was slowing down. Removing that thought from his mind, he looked around; and noticed Kelly was awake, also, biting at the cage wire. Until he looked at her, her cage, and his surrondings did he realize time was slowing down, as was the van.
Milo heard the van doors snap open- the usual hustle and bustle. He barely resisted the urge to start mewling, as he would when they were at home.
Home.
The word clawed his back, gripping him by the scruff. Never would he see it again, never. He felt hopeless, he just wanted someone to comfort him. To tell him it'll be alright.
He saw the van's back burst open, sunlight pouring through and blinding him after hours in a dark van. He blinked, trying to get used to it. Dani came over, and cooed at him and Kelly, before turning away for Carol to snap the cages open.
Snap. Milo slipped out, arching his back in a stretch. The 3-moon old kitten was large for his age, always beating Kelly in a play-fight. When they used to.
He remembered them taking Kelly somewhere, and then she turned into a different cat. She wanted nothing to do with Milo, which made him melancholy. He barely remembered play-fights, chasing the toy mice. But it was different now.
Too different.
Carol picked him and Kelly up, taking them inside a large, pale-bricked building. Dani ran over, and took Milo from Carol's arms. He squeaked; Danielle always held him strangely.
Danielle cooed him, giving him the hatred kisses on the forehead, and rubbing his chin. He purred, rubbing his head against hers. He felt a tear from her land on his pelt, and he mewed.
Dani hugged him, petted him, played with his fur. He purred loudly, but then she dropped him somewhere.
"Good-Goodbye, Milo," Dani cried, petting him for the last time. She turned away, crying.
Only did Milo realize then, that the Browns' were abandoning them.
This was a short chapter, but it hurts my heart. He was just a kitten, who didn't understand. By the way, this'll get better once the plot goes more into force, but we're still in a prologue-sort-of-thing.
Thanks for reading, and we'll see how the story goes!
~Jayslip