Death Sonata/Chapter 1

Raisha was in a deep, peaceful sleep when her brother's voice floated through her cloud of sleepiness. He was calling for her, she knew. She had an uncanny ability of knowing what action a cat did next.

"Raisha?" Zero called.

"Zero?" Raisha, despite her inborn maturity, had the voice of a kit. A tiny, pitiful mewl. She rolled over towards her brother, moving closer to him to curl up against him. His fur was uncomfortable, to say the least. She knew his fur was the reason why he was called Zero. Unlike her fur, which was soft and perfect, her brother's fur was all the undesired qualities rolled into a small bundle.