Seven Little Kittens

Once upon a time, there were seven little kittens. Despite the fact that it was around eight and the sun was going to set, they went to the local park to play together anyways. All of them snuck out of their respective houses, making sure that their owners wouldn't catch them sneaking out of the back door of doggy door.

The first kitten was all gray with blue eyes. The second kitten was all white with blue eyes. The third kitten was all black with blue eyes. The fourth kitten was white with brown spots with blue eyes. The fifth kitten was brown with amber eyes. The sixth kitten was orange with deep brown eyes. And the seventh kitten was black with white paws and chest, complete with bright green eyes.

They met at the park around eight thirty, and once they all greeted each other, save for the seventh kitten, they went bounding up the slide to play with each other. The seventh kitten just jumped on top of the bench and decided to watch them play instead of joining in. The group of six played for a little bit, but pretty soon, the first kitten realized the sun was setting. She went down the slide, made a noise of farewell, and ran down the sidewalk to get back to her house. The other six kittens stared for a little bit, but then the group of the remaining five went back to playing on the play set. The seventh one stayed on the bench staring at them, and began realizing he was getting a bit hungry. Even though he was getting a bit hungry and impatient, he stayed sitting on the bench, watching the other five with his toxic green eyes.

Pretty soon, after about 30 minutes of playing, the second kitten realized that the sun was nearly gone. He jumped of the balance beam, did a quick noise of farewell similar to the first one, and jogged back to his house. The seventh kitten began looking anxious, thinking that he was moving a bit too slow. Pretty soon he left the park jogging down the sidewalk. The other four kittens went back to rough-housing, not acknowledging the seventh one at all. The seventh one just stayed on the bench, looking quite similar to a statue.

Not even 20 minutes later, the third and fourth kittens noticed the stars and moon was out and shining like a precious metal in the night sky. The third let go of the back of fifth's brown neck, and the fourth pushed the orange chest of the sixth one to get up. Both living in the same house, they sprinted off to the house across the street, the third one nearly getting run over by a passing van and getting a few black hairs yanked off of her tail. They went through the small doggy door, running towards their kitchen where their dinner waited for them.

The fifth and sixth one sat in front of each other contemplating ideas of what to do next. They didn't realize that the seventh one left the bench and was now hiding inside of a bush covered with poisonous berries, much closer to the two kittens than he was before. He decided to come out and finally ask to play with them, but they left and ran towards a nearby tree before he could. The two kittens began trying to climb the tree, scratching on the bark with their small claws trying to reach a branch, but after realizing that they couldn't do it by themselves, the fifth one began climbing on top of the sixth's kitten's orange back and jumping up, finally reaching a branch. He tried getting on top of the branch, but once he realized that it was futile, he began mewing for help. The orange kitten stared at him with his wide chocolate eyes before running out of the park and going back to his house. But it wasn't to try and get help, it was because he was scared and didn't know what to do, so he decided to let the fifth one figure it out for himself, hoping that he would be okay and not angry at him the next time they would meet.

The poor brown kitten, with his brown eyes finally open instead of closed like they usually were, and his little curl bouncing as he tried moving up on top the tree branch, began mewing louder, hoping someone would hear the him and help him, mostly for the German cat that lived next to him. He began clawing at the tree branch when he realized his weak little arms were shaking, making his paws slip along the bark of the birch tree. His paws finally gave up, letting him fall to the grass, where a particularly sharp rock was. He felt his head hit it, and being the runt of his family, had a soft head, thus causing the rock go disgustingly deep in his head. He could feel the deep red liquid sink into his brown patch on the top of his head. He could feel tears come to his eyes and sink into the fur surrounding his eyes. The pain was unbearable, and he yowled loudly. Sadly, it wasn't loud enough for the people in surrounding houses. The only one who heard him was the seventh kitten, that was just sitting on a patch of grass near the aforementioned bush he was hiding in. He sat staring at the brown runt, watching the blood get near the curl, and drip from the end of it, like a raindrop falling from a small leaf into a pond after a day of heavy rain.

The brown kitten could see small black dots appear, nearly blending in perfectly with the clear night sky. Before he could full lose consciousness, the pearly white moon was obscured from his vision, instead being replaced of a kitten's face with neon green eyes and a seemingly wolffish grin. "Help me" was his last though until the black dots fully covered his amber eyes, making them the color of a dull penny. His breath was gone, his chest stopped moving, and the blood continued seeping onto the ground at a slow, steady pace.

The seventh kitten stared at the corpse, the smell of iron covering the normally fresh air of the night. His green eyes shone with happiness, the feeling now overwhelming him. He grabbed the throat of the little kitten, and pulled his head out of the rock, which was now copper colored instead of the usual boring silver. After he pulled the amber-eyed kitten out, he grabbed the scruff of the neck and dragged him into the nearby forest.

Now, optimistic people would try to find a happy ending to this short story. Possibly with thoughts like,

'The seventh kitten is going to give him a proper burial'

'The seventh kitten was actually surprised at what happened and only smiled because he thought he was sleeping, and is bringing him to his owner to cure him'

'The seventh kitten has helpful herbs and is going to bring him back to life'

None of these are correct. In fact, the last sentence to this story is going to be a thought by the seventh kitten.

'Master is going to be happy about dinner tonight.'