let's start at the BEGINNING. [past] May 17, 2009 12:08:25 GMT -5
Post by Pistachio Brokendaze on May 17, 2009 12:08:25 GMT -5
[/color]I had a good life.
It was a nice life, even from the start. No problems or anything. A relatively easy birth. Two wonderful parents as my guardians, two wonderful sisters as my accomplices. A nice home in the hills, where prey was plentiful and life was easy. Life was always easy at that time, before life was filled with complications and problems.
I still remember my first home, the hillside cave that I was born in. Quaint, cozy, warm. It was where I first learned to walk, to speak, to hunt. There was also where I last saw my family together, before the capture. The dreaded capture that took my whole life away from me without any choice or consent.
Where did life go wrong?
Why did it have to go wrong? I would have been happy if life had continued on as normal, without interruption. Without the humans. And definitely without the feeling of loss deep down in my heart.
Was it my fault? Was that why the world had taken everything I loved away from me? Perhaps so- maybe the gods above wanted some amusement in their life. But why me? Why not those who abused their mates? Those who killed for a living? The liars, the betrayers, the heartbreakers? But they had to pick on the newborn kitten.
You'd think that the spirits above would at least have some sense on who they punished. After all, they were the gods of these worlds, the masterminds, the creators. Without them there'd be no Earth for us to walk on, to food to eat, no water to drink. No existence, actually. At least, that's what I think.
But maybe it was because of another reason? Maybe I was evil, detrimental to society in some way? Who knows, I could be the cause of some major war in years to come. Me, of all people. After all, I'm just so big, scary, powerful... I forgot how hard it is to tell sarcasm in writing.
Others would always laugh when I mentioned my beliefs of the capture. Of course they would, seeing as all they saw was a small bundle of fluff, a cute little newborn. My brain was under-developed, not seeing the world as clearly as it should. I know nothing in comparison to them. "Where are your parents?" They would ask me, amusement glittering in their eyes.
I'd just look up and say to them "They were taken. I escaped." My eyes would glitter seriously, accenting how serious this was. I didn't care if I seemed blunt, but I needed to get my point across. Beating around the bush wasn't going to do anything.
This just brought on another round of laughs, seeing as they that the kit was just trying to be brave. He's obviously just lost, away from his mother, they'd think. I'd get a passive wave and be left alone once more.
I've probably seen more and know more than any other cat here. Starvation, death, betrayal- these are all part of my life on the streets.
I started to doubt that my life was worth living; without my family, what was I? Just another cat without any care in the world. No one took me seriously.
No one wants to listen to the little kit suffering in such a big world.