The Alphas Kitten

1- Cats Always Land On Their Paws

Kylie 

    "Move it freak!"

I stepped out of the doorway to the kitchen just as Jonah, the bully in the orphanage, strutted through the space.

   "Freak what are you doing, trying to get some food? Ey?" Asked Jonah's sidekick, Gerald as he walked through the doorway after his friend, if you could call him that.

I narrowed my eyes and bit my lip as I nodded my head.

Jonah laughed and Gerald smirked as he grabbed a banana and ate it.

   "You think you're going to eat today? Huh freak?" Jonah laughed and pushed me through the door as it banged shut after me.

I groaned as my head hit the wall and I heard a faint locking sound.

Great just freaking great.

Maybe we could sneak through the window? Suggested my cat, Cari.

Oh yeah. I forgot to tell you, I'm a werecat or as I and the internet and the world likes to call me, a kitty shifter. I can shift into my personally favorite and most comfortable shift, a tiny fluffy snow white kit with blue eyes, I can shift into an average sized long haired white cat with blue eyes, and Also, I can shift in a snow lion with blazing blue eyes. Pretty cool huh?

Whenever Cari wants to take control, my eyes turn to the beautiful blue instead of the boring silver.

I can also send streaks of blue through my eyes tensional and intentionally.

When I'm angry or agitated, my nails grow longer and sharper quickly as if I'm using my claws.

So it's pretty cool at times.

Oh wait, I didn't really introduce myself did I?

Well my name is Kylie Ava Rachester, I have boring silver eyes, midnight black hair, I am about 5 feet and 7 inches with a killer fashion sense if I do say so myself.

I had a family once, when I was very little.

I had and still do, three siblings.

My mom and dad say that I am the runt of the litter even though my siblings and I are all different ages but it is true that I am the smallest and youngest.

I live in a small, horrible orphanage with a 'nanny' who doesn't care what we do as long as it doesn't disturb her slumber.

Now you might be asking, why do you live in a orphanage if you have a family?

It turns out that I am one of the daughters of the king and queen of the whole kitty shifter species.

Pretty cool huh? Well its not... ok it is but it has some disadvantages.

When I was little, my parents had to give us all too different orphanages around the world because rebel vampires and warlocks, witches, and wizards were targeting the royal family.

As all my siblings and I grew up, our parents talked to us through our dreams and our cats communicated with their cats.

Our clowder, which is a group of cats for those who don't know, well I'm not officially part of the royal clowder or any clowder in particular but I'm planning to join my mate's clowder, pack, or just getting them to join the royal clowder with me.

Oh yeah, pack? We are highly allied with werewolves. So a couple of decades back, the first couple mated werewolves and kitty shifters were found possible.

Dad, Leo, and Kiki aren't looking forward to when I find my mate and each night when I bring it up, they all huff and go away to hunt which gives mom, Olivia, and I time to talk as females together.

Leo is the oldest out of us, being 22 with his mate, Kiki being 19 without his mate, Olivia 17 with her mate, and me, turning 16 in three weeks mateless.

Every night, I share my dreams with my family or have nightmares or just nothing at all.

I sighed and walked back upstairs to dress and sneak out of the house.

My outfit consisted of a light purple tank top, a light grey waist high skater skirt that went to my knees, and red Chuck Taylors.

I slipped on my cat's paw choker and ring then grabbed my black hoodie and backpack.

I shielded my head with the hood and jumped out of the small window, landing on my feet.

After all, cats always land on their feet or paws I should say.