On a blustery night by the seaside, waves crashed against the cliffs and wind howled through the village of Windwhistle Cove. Inside a cardboard box near the docks, a tiny kitten trembled, soaked from the rain. She had soft gray fur, big green eyes, and no idea how she had ended up alone.

The next morning, the storm had passed, and the sun peeked through the clouds. The kitten peeked out of her box, sniffed the salty air, and meowed softly. She was cold, hungry, and lost.

Down the shore, in the tall, white lighthouse, lived an old man named Thomas. He was the lighthouse keeper, quiet, kind, and always watching the sea.

A New Friend on the Shore

As Thomas walked along the beach checking for storm damage, he heard a faint sound.

Meow... meow...

Following the sound, he spotted the little kitten near a pile of driftwood.

“Well, hello there,” he said gently. “Where did you come from, little one?”

The kitten blinked up at him and took a wobbly step forward. Thomas wrapped her in his scarf and carried her back to the lighthouse.

He gave her warm milk, a cozy blanket, and the name Stormy, in honor of the night she arrived.

The Clue in the Collar

One sunny afternoon, Thomas brushed Stormy’s fur and noticed something: a faded tag on her tiny collar. He gently wiped it clean.

“Luna,” he read aloud. “Your name is Luna!”

On the back of the tag was an address, Seaglass Village, just across the bay.

Thomas stood slowly. “You have a family, Luna. We need to find them.”

That evening, he placed Luna in a cozy basket, climbed into his old fishing boat, and set off across the waves.