History
"Life is like a turbulent wave and you have to move with the flow to survive. I'll become as tough as nails but I'll never let the world kill my playful spirit." words of Sorcha the fiery Scottish Fold.
Sorcha surveyed her surrounding for a few minutes before closing her eyes. Reopening her eyelids suddenly and whipping her head from side to side had not changed her sight. Sorcha let out a yowl of frustration not that she thought screaming would help her situation but the act of screaming out loud helped her vent. Hope still lived in her that her current predicament was just a terrible nightmare and upon waking she would be loved and protected once more. It was naïve to think this way but Sorcha still nurtured some shred of hope.
Embarking to this new land was stressful but Sorcha had grown accustomed to traveling. Her humans seemed inclined to move from place to place country to county. The male human called himself a soldier and the female called herself an English teacher. Sorcha wasn't sure what those titles meant but she heard them mentioned as a profession. Whatever a profession was it caused her humans to have itchy traveling feet and they were never living at one place for more than 6 months to a year.
This past year seemed like a catalyst of change. Her humans had moved to this land called Japan and soon after the female had her own kitten which the humans call baby. The infant monstrosity never seemed happy, it would often scream till its face was all red. It couldn't clean itself and had to be washed by its parents. The baby would cough and wheeze which concerned the parents and they spoke with a healer called a doctor. The doctor told sorcha humans that the baby was sick with asthma and having a feline increased the baby’s symptoms.
Sorcha had then been taken away from the only family she had known and given away to a friend of the man who had only taken her in as a favor. In fact her “new owner,” didn't like cats and he wouldn't allow her inside his home. In the beginning he would put food outside for Sorcha but as time went on he would only put food out every few days until he just stopped. Sorcha then found herself crated and dropped off at this horrible place.
It had been three weeks since the betrayal of her “new owner,” she could have lived with his neglect but his cruelty towards her was unfounded. She had never asked much of him and could have hunted her own meals. Now she was slowly becoming used to the press of people in Ikebukuro however the noise and car fumes still made her eyes water. Sorcha would still close her eyes and wish for her surrounding to disappear and for her old life before Japan to return. When Sorcha opened her eyes Ikebukuro still surrounded her.
Life in Ikebukuro was fast paced and Sorcha was becoming sinewy. Catching fat city pigeons and tenacious rodents was becoming 2nd nature for her. Sorcha could admire the hard as nails personality she was acquiring and she started walking with a bit of a swagger in her steps. Soon Sorcha had her own little niche of territory and she would walk down Otome Road often. She would create her own little bit of paradise that would include misplaced felines and the humans that’ walked in and out of her territory .
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