Misty - 5sos

Long ago, when witches still existed, there was a witch sitting in her tower, waiting. She was waiting for her familiar, a black cat who was late. Her dear friend had always been on time- if not early. She decided to check on it, stepping outside.

She was greeted by a woman kicking her familiar repeatedly. She ran out, chanting a curse as she did so. The woman kicked the black cat one last time, before retreating to the shadows. The witch ran to her cat, who's chest was not rising, heart had stopped beating, and eyes no longer held light. She carefully picked them up, then buried them beside her tower.

The witch had cursed the lady's family- the next girl born, on her eighteenth birthday, would turn to a cat. And if, and only if, she was taken care of by the same person for five months, then that person also said they loved that animal, they would return to their human form.

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