You had found a box of stray kittens by the football field, all of them not being more than a month old. You had taken them home, out if fear of what the Socs might do to them for sick-fun.

One of them reminded you a lot of Sodapop. A fluffy blonde kitten with stunning eyes and just as bubbly as Soda.

“Aw, look at these little cuties!” Soda exclaimed, looking at all the furballs on your bedroom floor. The blonde one had no plans of staying in one spot as he darted around the room, exploring.