Tabaqui's POV:
Just a silly, evil sidekick. That's all I'll ever amount to. I whimpered softly as I shivered from head to toe, the freezing rain lashing violently at my fur. It's happened a few times before. Shere Khan has gotten so angry with me that he's kicked me out in the rain overnight. I stare into the warmth of his burrow and sob helplessly. Mowgli once told me that friends treat friends with kindness. Shere Khan has done the exact opposite for me, so what kind of friend does that make him? I only survive in this world to live off the scraps of others. I'm a leech, a scavenger, a weakling, hated by all simply because I'm not strong enough to fend for myself.
There are many times I've wished upon a shooting star for a friend who would actually treat me with kindness, love and respect but my wish never comes true. I guess I kind of deserve it, seeing as I manipulate others for my own personal gain. I've hurt that stupid mancub and his friends so many times but every time, it blows up in my face and I wind up getting hurt or yelled at.
When I'm not scheming and manipulating others or chewing on scraps, I'm usually crying in private. And by crying, it's not my usual cowardly whimpering. I hang my head with actual tears running down my snout, wallowing in my own loneliness, desperately wishing someone would take me into their arms and hold me. But no one comes. No one ever comes for a wretched, mangy little jackal like me.
I'm barely even able to help myself. I'm a hopeless case, as much as I hate to admit it. All I ever get is food scraps Shere Khan gives me. I'm almost always hungry, so very very hungry. It's true, I've pulled some dirty tricks and crafted some pretty awful lies but in the end, I don't want to die. I smile, I laugh, I make sarcastic jokes at the expense of others like that shrimpy mancub and that fat old bear, Baloo but it does nothing to ease the heartbreak I feel deep down inside.
Closing my eyes, I laid my head in my paws and sobbed quietly to myself, the icy rain mixing with my hot tears as I cried myself to sleep, hoping that my sobs wouldn't awaken my dear master, Shere Khan.
Please, all I want is to be loved, protected and cared for. Is that too much to ask?