*****TRIGGER WARNING***** The Abandonment of The Cheshire Kitten Nekomusume Taki Morimoto
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Taki was born in a traditional way, and she had five siblings that also came with her. However, they all had a unique quality thanks to their parents. Her mother was part cat, her father was known as the Cheshire cat from Wonderland, a magical place of nonsense and madness. As so she was born as a Cheshire after her father although she did not take on the same appearance as him but of her mother. She had black ears and a black tail, but her eyes were a thing of Wonderland magic. On occasion she would shift from having dark green eyes to one red and one yellow with a clock in it.

She was also born with the abilities of the Cheshire such as Feline Physiology, Camouflage, Claw Retraction, Enhanced Agility, Enhanced Balance, Enhanced Bite, Enhanced Flexibility, Enhanced Leap, Enhanced Senses , Night Vision, Enhanced Speed, Enhanced Stealth, Enhanced Strength, Predator Instinct, Flight, Intangibility, Invisibility, Imaginary Physiology, Mental Entity Physiology, Probability Manipulation, Luck, Spiritual Awareness, Spiritual Force Manipulation, Anatomical Liberation, Evaporation, Healing, Illusion Manipulation, Prehensility, Shapeshifting, Teleportation, Associations, Cryptid Physiology and was also quite the Trickster.

Her mother and father were proud of her however where they resided, their owners could not care for six more Nekomusume and soon when they came of age where they could be sold and did not need their mother. She watched as her parent's owners placed them all in a plastic storage bin and stood on the sidewalk outside shops and sold off each of her siblings to kind people. She did not want to leave her mother or father but being the last of the six siblings she waited three days for someone to come who would want her.

Finally, a man in his early 20s saw what she was and adopted her out of curiosity of her Cheshire side. He took her to his small apartment and the first month was great. She got to eat wet food, she had a pillow to curl up on and she got all the attention she could want and new clothes. She got to sit on the couch in his lap as he watched tv, sleep at his feet under the covers in bed where it was warm and thought that this was what it felt like to be loved and happy.

However, paradise turned into hell as he became more occupied with dating and work as well as school. She always waited for him at the door, sitting with her hands on the floor and her tail swaying as she crouched there. One night he was gone until three in the morning, and she could smell the alcohol on him. Although she did not like it, she nuzzled his hand and meowed at him, but he ignored her and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

After she had gone to her empty food dish and meowed at him again, but he ignored her still and looked to be heading to the bedroom. When she walked next to him, he grew aggravated and kicked her side causing her to yelp in pain and slide across the tile floor when all she wanted to do was curl up in bed with him and sleep under the covers for warmth.

He then slammed his door shut and she curled up in a ball on her pillow, pain in her stomach from lack of food and her ribs hurting from the kick. The next day she yowled loudly at her food dish and woke him from it which angered him as it was early in the morning, and he was trying to sleep in.

He came out in a rage, and she tucked her tail under her, and her ears flattened as he stormed up to her, grabbed her by her throat and lifted her up. “Shut up!” He yelled at her and threw her against the wall where she yelped again and slid down it to the floor. “But master-” She was caught off guard with another kick. “I don’t want to hear a peep out of you got it?”

She frowned and nodded as he headed back to bed, and she limped to her pillow only to notice he had taken it away as well as her food dish before he went to bed. She had to curl up on the cold tile floor eyes brimming with tears stomach pains from starving still aching as well as the rest of her body.

She cried herself to sleep just wanting things to go back to normal like when she first arrived. She learned though through more abuse and neglect that he was never going to treat her the way he did when he first adopted her. This revelation only brought severe depression, PTSD, paranoia, anxiety, and fear to be a constant state for the poor kitten. After having her for four months, he decided he was done with her and during those four months she tried to be a good kitten for him.

She tried to be quiet and sometimes when he was on the couch, she would try to curl up in his lap only to be tossed across the room. She tried to sneak pets by rubbing her head on his hand but was smacked across the face when she did causing her nose to bleed and her lower lip to split. Eventually she grew so desperate for attention and love that negative attention was better than no attention and she would continue to do what she could to try and get what she wanted knowing the consequences. She was burned by cigarette's just for amusement, had her tail pulled almost to the point she thought it would tear off.

Her right ear had a slit where a chunk of it had been cut off and one night, he had invited some friends over. She grew excited because maybe they would treat her kindly. But it was all a set up. When they came in the looked over her petite frame and her human aspects like her breasts and lower. Money was exchanged and the three friends turned out to be men looking for young girls to rape and beat.

They took their time with her and after five hours she was left sheets stained in blood, her face swollen so bad her eyes could not open and her tongue was almost bit off but healed back to normal. She was missing a few small teeth and her mouth was a pool of blood. Her body ached and she could not move. The had beaten her within an inch of her life as they violated her, and she could not even cry. She was just numb.

This went on for one month before he decided he did not want to clean up the mess the men left behind on each visit and one cold and rainy night after she had healed, he stripped her of her clothing, threw away her pillow and food dish, then found a cardboard box. She had watched him curiously and then when he approached her, she curled up in fear, but he picked her up and stuck her in the box which side read free Nekomusume.

She could hear the rain and thunder outside as he opened his door and carried her in the box down the stairs out the lobby and to his car parked on the street. She was so happy to be out of the apartment and with her master that she poked her head outside the box and watched the pretty lights as rain pelted the glass and left small rivers along it where the wind caused it to spread out.

He drove for about an hour and a half, stopped near an alley next to a hospital and dropped the box causing her to hit the cement under it hard enough to yelp again. She then looked up at him as he turned to leave and tried to follow him. “No. Stay. I am not your master anymore stupid cat.”

And as she sat in the alley in the ice-cold rain tears ran down her cheeks as he drove off without her. For three days she stayed in that box, the rain causing it to fall apart, and she curled up from the freezing temperatures, yowling loudly at anyone who passed, desperate for just a look or even a pet.

Some did stop and showed sympathy, petting her and one occasion someone gave her some of their food. But none wanted the responsibility that came with caring for her. She made a habit out of eating from the dumpster in the alley across from the remnants of her box not finding much and still starved.

She grew deathly thin, soon became lethargic and sick. She limped to her destroyed box and curled up as she had shallow breathing and felt dizzy. She was weak, too weak to yowl anymore as her throat hurt and she just did not have the energy.

She did however let out the occasional whine, whimper, and even low meows as she accepted that she was going to die there, alone, cold, wet, sick, and never feel loved or cared for again in the short life she had lived so far.

Taki was beaten, broken, and forgot what kindness was, her only memories being hurt and abused by her previous owner who did not want her so much that he drove so far away where she could never find her way home, accepting that this was the end of her life and soon maybe the pain would vanish, and she could be happy in death

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