One of the worst decisions that L has ever made in his whole entire cat life (which is not much) is something that is pretty much an illusion to the world.
Trust
He had trusted a stranger in adopting him from the streets.
He had trusted him in feeding him and keeping him warm.
He had trusted that human when he suddenly started to pack everything one day, he would take L along with him.
He was a fool.
And now, here he was, in the middle of the night, still waiting for him. That heartless monster. L knew that he wasn't going to come back, but then again, the bastard had fed him quite the delicious sweets he had ever tasted (which he had never tasted before when he was young, just that …that damn food tasted great, that is that).
He had been no more than 4 years old when a band of crazy cats from the neighborhood found his mother and her little litter of (cute) kittens in a box. One thing led to the other and his mother managed to protect her little family, only with the sad consequence of sacrificing herself for them. L doesn't remember very well how his brothers looked like(they were all males). But he does remember how his mother looked like. She was the best mother any other kitten would have. With her shiny pale-orange fur, her stunning emerald eyes, her caring voice and on, and on. They lived very poorly, yes, but they struggled and survived.
And survived they did.
Until the very last drop of milliseconds of their life.
L promised he will avenge his mother´s death. His brothers disappearance, too.
¨Meeoww¨ he whined. His small body shook just by that simple noise he made. He was getting weak. And fast.
It started to rain, again. Not that he actually hated the rain, no, he actually loved the rain, craved it in fact, just like his obsession with sweets. The only problem was that his the mood, his emotions, his thoughts about that day, his previous owner abandoning him, oh how he missed the warmth and the swee-
¨No. put yourself together. Now is not the time to be crying over something like this. First find some shelter, the rain might be relaxing, but I don't have the time to get sick and die.¨
With his mental prep talk, he found the courage to get his lazy ass from the house´s porch that once belonged to that bastard, run quickly from the front yard, to the empty street, and off into the dark night.
He didn't know what possessed him to get up and not give up, why not just die? Well L wasn't a normal kitten, he was very much intelligent. Very intelligent . If it weren't for those crazy cats, his life would be better. Its simple as that, its their fault he´s like this, their fault that the human left him. Their fault. L paused,…..and he suddenly had an idea.
¨ I am so killing them, those crazy cats! Especially the son-of-a-bitch of a leader!¨
After all, he had a promise to keep.
With that the dark ravened colored kitten wondered off, not knowing that he was walking right into the abyss of a confusing destiny, he never thought possible.