Emrys

"A name." I've pace till my paws ache thinking about it. I don't know how it's done!

Thinking of other names-- and some in particular-- doesn't help.

"No good," I mutter. Perhaps if I took a walk. Clear the mind.

I leave the den and run slapbang into-- Mia. Thank goodness!

"Oh, Seven! I'm sorry; I thought you'd be resting." Eyes shining, she goes
on, "This used to be my den. Then I learned I'd have kittens, so I moved."

I smile. She reminds me so much of someone. My own sister, maybe?
"Well, I think you can help."

"Go on."

"Mothers name their kittens, right?"

She nods.

"Well, I need a name, besides just Seven."

"I don't understand. It's a good name."

Though short, its got me very interested. I really like your style of writing. At first, I was thinking: "Wow this is weird" but it must be you signature style. Its great to read something unique. Refreshing.

The only other comment I have is that in your second sentence, the "I've" doesn't sound right.


Well, thanks for sharing your story.

Trick

Wonderful! Such a unique style. Other than what tRiCK pointed out, I think thatyou've got a wonderful story started.