It was fall, your favorite season. The trees were colorful and the leaves started to turn a reddish orange color. The grass was green and soft under your shoes as you walked in the forest.

You lived in the forest and were the last of your kind, you were a hybrid between a cat and a human.

Hybrids tended to stay away from humans, your ancestors were experimented on once humans discovered you existed.

You had a small cottage on the corner of the forest where you lived, it was secluded and not many walkers stumbled upon it.

When it got colder during the night you laid in a bundle of blankets on a bed in the cabin to savor warmth.

You had ears that resembled a cat at the top of your head and a little pink button nose.

Today was like any other, you laid beside some fawns that were around you when a bullet came flying at one of the fawns hitting it in the stomach.

You screamed in fear and anger as a boy your age came from the woods afraid he might’ve hit a human.

When he saw you he paused in shock as he looked at you, surprised at your appearance and how you looked like a cat but weren’t one.