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It's been 4 years since I got thrown out. Was part of a wealthy family, got used to the Golden spoons and the silver platters. I remember the day vividly. I was a rainy Wednesday, I was the foster kid of the family. The two brothers were awful to me, putting me down, making me feel like I didn't deserve what I was given. On that Wednesday, the brothers framed me for pushing the youngest down the stairs. He went to the hospital for a broken leg and I went to the streets with a shattered sence of worth. My long black hair to match the majority of my fur got soaked in the rain, getting heavier and heavier perfectly simulating my emotions, finding it harder and harder to keep moving forward. I was done, I thought of going back to the orphanage but I wasn't given any money for a bus or was given anytime to pack myself from a trip from, where ever I am now to Yorkshire where I grew up. The family I was with was a family of cats, myself being a cat also was the only thing we had in common. The father was a moron, spent more time Acting obnoxiously Happy and cheerful than he did going to rehab for drug abuse. The mother was more strict on the two twins than me, she was the only one who made me feel like I matter in that family, I guess that what made them so jelous. I don't blame them for kicking me out. Even though the story was fabricated, I can see why she would choose her own son over me. Still doesn't take away any of the pain though.

Soon, I got labeled as a stray. I got mixed with the wrong people, drugs, gangs, stuff like that. I was good at it. I was a "ranger" which is our gangs version of the people that protect areas and handle shit. That's where I met some of my closest friends and realest family, because above all the violence and drugs, we where a family. So when I heard Andre got shot, of course we rushed to the scene. Little did we know. It was a complete trap.

Bang. Felt the bullet rip through my chest like a plane through clouds

Bang. It tore into my leg, pulverizing bone and ripping muscle

Bang. It skimmed off of my temple. Knocking me out cold

I woke with the stench and putrid taste of death, followed by the dread and crushing realization that. They were all gone, the road and payment we're littered with bodies. Clark, Afton, Ryan, J-J.. even Michael and everyone else... Gone. I felt completely alone until I heard the noises of siren, I was expecting the police but instead there was a bunch of ambulances and one police car. They found me and took me in for medical treatment. I was extremely lucky, the bullet that hit me in the chest, missed all the important bits. Of course I still needed to spend time in the hospital, with us drab, dreary walls and mind numbing Boredem. I was released after 6 months of Medical shit. When I stepped outside. I just wandered for the longest time. Never stayed in one spot and traveled from town to town. Until I ran into this small town called Jadewood. When I arrived I got the weird looks from people, that was expected. It was more of a rich dog neighborhood than a cats one. And the long Fringe covering my face didn't help. But in this town I got introduced to something that would change me. Music. I saw a bunch of people rapping with eachother so I dicided to approach them. They let me into there little group and taught me all about it. Soon enough I was rapping and song writing. The problem was. All that music stuff was a dog's empire. A cat like me from the streets and gangs couldn't hope to make it. But I dicided there and then. I'm not gonna make it. I'm gonna flip it on its head, make people think about it. I wanted to dominate this. And no one was gonna stop me.

There was one problem in the way, I didn't know what I wanted my music to sound like. Most of the mainstream songs nowadays are pop, dogs tend to steer clear of rock and underground rap. I dicided I wanted to make a rock band. I just needed people who had the skills I was looking for. Easy if your looking for dogs but, I wasn't. They don't fit with my message and im sure they would just simply tell me to fuck off anyway. I needed cats. After a while I found it. If you continue a while as 3 months. When I was finally was able to meet them face to face we discussed what we wanted in a band. We gelled well together. Trevors insanely funny, he's got ginger and white fur, he's wearing denim jeans and a lime green and light green plaid.
Next to him and across from me was Tommy. He was From a well off family so he had the means for us to record. He's multi-coloured mess if browns, blacks and creams. With his entire belly from his chin to his tummy is pure white. He's shy and Abit of a nerd with his glasses and thick hoddie, and finally there was alphy. A ginger cat with dark orange tiger stripes. He's got there Adorable emerald green eyes and some insane talent. I'm excited to get into music with everyone. I haven't written anything in a while. My pen was like a shark, ready to bite me at any point I made a mistake. I'll start again soon. When everything is set up. It's weird, this must be what anticipation and looking forward to something feels like. I hardly know these people and already I wanna spend my days With them. I just hope they wanna spent time with me too.