***WARNING: Ok, so yeah, this is my like FIRST EVER STORY HERE! So cut me some slack and please no hatin reviews? Ok, so I don't own CATS, never have and probably never will in this lifetime. Enjoy
R. Shine
The touch of a paw, belonging to a ice cold heart is unmistakable. There's just a certain thing about it, that makes your heart stop. Adrenaline keeps you on edge, and pretty much any touch or sound can cause a heart attack. Years of pain and regrets built up in my system for so long, when I fall asleep at night, I fear I will never wake up again.
My name is Alessandra, Ali for short, meaning protector in Italian. Yes, I am not an average "being". I'm sort of a mix, of cat and human. I'm built in cat form, just a bit taller, but I communicate as a , my kind and I live amongst you all, but my kind are separated into tribes. I have yet to find my tribe, one that suits my needs, and yet to find myself.
I, however, did not grow up a humanoid cat, but I grew up human, beautiful, radiant, normal. Now, my appearance is much less. I have a coat of dark blue, and hazel eyes as chocolate,but are shady, and filled with despair. I've been pursed everyday for the short 6 months I've lived like this, by everyone, which means running like hell for days, resting for hours, then running like hell some more. My existence before this life is hazy to me. All I remember of my past is life faintly in the West End of London, with my brother. I can't even remember my own parents, and the pain of that kills you so much.
A figure lurks behind the shadows. Something catches my eye. My ears flatten, I can sense someone. This is probably the most frightening part of my new life: being pursed by the most peculiar cats, hunted and beaten at times, and not knowing why. Just as I think I'm safe for now, until a flash blinds me and pain spreads from my head...