The black cat who needs love
Once upon a time, a beautiful white cat came to a neighborhood called The tombstone. The tombstone is known to turn cute something or animal into someone hideous because of sadness.
A young girl with pink hair and golden eyes. She always wears dainty clothing in any pastel color. Her name was Enydia. She took in the cat, took it to the vet and named the cat Yang. But then the girl turned into a teen, She will get the neko or cat. The neko's legs looked like they had been tipped in ink or tard.
Enydia saw this and cared for the cat. The cat's legs turned back looking like angel's wings. The next day, Edydia came back home from school. She ignored the cat's need for love but fed the neko food and water. T
he owner ignored the cat more and more until the once snowy colored neko now a jet black cat. Enydia shrieked at the sight and immediately threw out the cat. The cat has been called Yin.
The cat woke up and the baby powder shooked off of her onyx fur. The new owner of the cat tosses the cat out. The cat hisses at the previous owner and bit his figue. she winced at the pain and whined for her mother. What a nightmare.....dreaming about the past! The cat thinks and walks away from The tombstone town.
She went into a town called the Ghost town. The cottages' wood has cracks and cobwebs everywhere. I guess it's home. I left the town because I felt monsters wrapping my head.
Finally a peaceful day without humans kicking me out of their dens. I left three homes. My home. If I'm back as white cat, people will love me. But right now, I'm on my own. I think and didn't bother to lick my charcoal colored fur. My fur looked unkempt but I didn't care. I climbed on a crumbed cobblestone wall. It's also 3 pm meaning the witching hour.....hm I think and ears pinned back.
Witches cackling and nasty werewolves howling at the stupid milk colored moon. Vampires and ghosts lurking through the shadows. I scoff at what they're doing. Why I bother haunting and taunting children. Singing to children and taking their souls to be younger. Those witches, Sarah,Mary and Winifred or Winnie Sanderson witches, so dance trying to be immortal.
I looked at a house that has a dog door. I jump off the wall and walk in the house. The den reeks of a dog and I sneeze. Are you a kitten ? Right now, my nose has to be sensitive
"Who's there." said a voice
I freezed but quickly hid. bUt unfortly my lime green and icy blue eyes.
"I see you, feline." The voice said and the creature walked out of the shadows. It is a dog. I don't know what breed it is. "Unless you want me to wake up the human."
Human? I hate those creatures. I think and walk up to the nasty mutt. "Don't you even dare?" I hisses laced each word with venom.
"Why are you here?" The flea bag barks softly but loud enough for me to hear. Of course, the pooch doesn't know my ears are ten times better than dogs and humans.
I say,"It's the witching hour, mutt," "I didn't care what those brats are doing. Taunting, haunting and scaring those pests."
"Oh
"Pests?" The flea bug questions and sits on the dog
"Children." I stated.
"Children are not pests. They're really playful when young but when older like teens, they go through phases. But whatever barbque your ribs."
"Who are you, anyways." The
"I'm a Boston Terrier and my name is Todoki." Todoki said "What about you."
