I am making this story in honor of the animals losing their lives because of dog and cat food recalls. It is also for stray animals being put to sleep everyday. Every pet should have a collar and ID tag and if not, don't let them out unless they know their way around the neighborhood.
Prologue: Deep in the mountains of California, in thick forests, a young pup was born. His mother had just escaped from the shelter a few hours earlier. She escaped when being injected with a shot that kills animals every day in shelters. Luckily, she was only injected with a little before she escaped, but she died just after her pup was born.
Chapter 1 The tiny newborn pup, with only a bit of fur and closed eyes and ears, scooted around looking desperately fro his mother and her milk. He finally bumped into her lifeless body. She was laying on her side, so the pup began nuzzling her stomach for milk. She was very cold, but the pup was desperate for food. He couldn't live like this until he was old enough to walk and get food for his mother's milk would soon get bad and her body would rot and he'd have nothing. All his siblings had died at birth, so he pretty much already had nothing, except for his mother's body. After a drink of milk, the pup cuddled into his mother's body. Her fur kept him warm enough for him to at least survive. Suddenly, he was lifted away from his mother and into the air. He felt something furry lifting him up. Would it hurt him? The animal put him down and beginning licking him clean. It felt good. This animal's breath was warm and made him feel happy. It gave him a feeling like it mean "Welcome to the world, you'll love it here!"
The creature set the puppy down. The pup looked up at the creature. It had green eyes. It's fur was a shiny silver, its ears pointed, and it had shiny silver whiskers. The pup looked at his mom's body. She had whiskers and pointy ears, too. Her fur was a silvery-gray with white spots on it. "Hello," the creature said smiling, with sparkling eyes,"my name is Melissa, or Missie, but if you wish, call me Mom. This is my son, Moondance." A small animal about the puppy's size crept out from behind Missie. It looked just like her, but with yellow eyes instead. "He was born yesterday. You were, too, weren't you?" Missie asked. After a moment of silence, the puppy replied, "Yes, I think so, right before dark, but I'm not sure because I never went to sleep." "You didn't? Well, puppy, I am a cat, and though you are a dog, you and my kitten will grow up together. Dog or cat or 200-pound-elephant, you can be friends, no matter what anyone says. I will name you Moonspell. What beautiful, shiny silver coats you both have!" Suddenly, Moonspell realized that he, too, had a shiny silver-tip coat. Missie seemed to know everything already to Moonspell. Him and his new friend's, or brother's, name seemed just perfect.