WARNING: is depressing and has slight horror elements When I was about six, I had a kitten named Snowife. We named him after the snowy winter day we got him from the shelter. His fur was always a light gray with white, and I loved him. Fillian liked Snowife. We were both cat people, however, Snowife was my kitten. Our mom didn't want to buy us both cats, so she said we would share. Fill didn't care when I said I wanted Snowife to be my cat. He told me we were too young to take care of such a young and fragile creature. I didn't believe him. I should've. Fillian was always smarter than me. He was a good twin brother. Snowife liked capturing birds. He sometimes ate them. Snowife liked going on walks. Most cats don't like that. Snowife liked me holding him. He loved me the most. When Snowife was seven months old, he was hit by a car and killed. I should have thought about how Fillian was right. But that's not what I thought of at his funeral. All I could think about was how fortunate those birds were. --------------------------------------------------------- Characters- Lillian (Lily) Kripa (Mentioned) Fillian (Fill/Filly) Kripa Snowife Mrs. Kripa Genre- Realistic Fiction The story and all the characters belong to @minecaft_girl2 (me)
