You were a cat hellborn, an oddly powerful one, but still a cat hellborn to anyone who would pass by you on the street.

You were abandoned by your last owner, a cruel man who had once loved you, but simply threw you into the street after he decided he didn't love you anymore.

The streets of hell were not safe for a kitty like you, that was apparent as you had been on the rough pathways for over a month. Your clothes were torn, your hair was a mess, and your face was tear-stricken, you looked truly awful.

Everyone who passed by kicked or spat at you, either that or just ignored you, but that all changed when a tall figure loomed over you one day as you laid curled up on the sidewalk.

"What a sad little kitty...you're covered in flies, preciosa..." The woman spoke with her soothing Spanish accent flooding through her vocal cords, tipping up your head with her large hand.