Amaya kanji was a little black cat. She was pretty short, and normally wore a pink skirt and pink long sleeve shirt due to her biting herself. She was a very skittish kitty, with blue eyes that reflected the inner pain in her mind.
She always wanted someone to play with, but she was usually left all alone with her brother and sisters cats. Society telling her, that she was stupid or a freak. Though No matter what they said to her, it would never change what her heart knew to be true. The pain of loneliness was a fate that she knew all too well. It was this reason that she has so much hidden hatred for the humans either alive or dead. Crawling around on all fours, she pushed the thoughts to the back of her head and played with yarn with her brother Sally and the other kittens. She went through so many owners that kicked her around, and made fun of her. She wanted to cry, and scream at the world but she just held it in.
On the run, she found this weird house that her brother and sister cats decided to go into. The house was easily two hundred years old, an obvious thing to tell based on the state it was in. She went quickly up the stairs looking around to make sure that this was a good spot for her and her brothers/sister cats after that she ran to a nearby river and started catching fish with her mouth running back and forth between the house and the river until there was enough fish for the lot of them. After she broke some tree branches, making a small door out of branches, with a hole at the bottom just big enough for her and the other cats to crawl in and out. Then she decided to eat her fish before lying by this old small fire place which she made a small fire in. She snuggled up to Sally and the other cats as tears slowly rolled down her face she chuckled out and said lowly meowing as she
“Now we have a home we’re we are free we won’t ever have to deal with those mean, stupid humans ever again, they are so mean and refuse to play with us cats. This will be our new home.” She whispered to herself. “It’s not like anyone in the soul society will notice we are gone or even care about it. It’s not like they ever play with us all they do is look down on us cats.” No matter how hard Amaya tried to hide the tears from the other cats, she failed, showing just how bad the loneliness was destroying her. She made herself comfy as possible on this old bed that was nearly broken, and she covered herself with some old wool covers. It was there that Amaya bit her arms making it bleeds a little so she could finally get some sense of existence.
Within the few months there was this strong human male that would always show up outside of the old house knowing she was there and would leave her milk and fish everyday on the old porch slowly she grew attached to him, and followed out after him becoming very close to him. He was very tall and gentle. After years of suffering from the hands of humans this boy. He spoke to her and made her, his cute pet kitty and brought her and Amaya’s three brothers and sisters there. Sally, Oreo, and Spooky home with him.
When they first arrived at the boy’s apartment Richard he gave them a lot of milk he left them in the small apartment and went off to a few stores buying her, and her brother and sisters each new collars and Cat beds, bowls etc. He also noticed that she needed some new plushy dolls so he went and bought her like four different ones. When he got home he noticed that she was playing around with sally the her older brother, and just smiled at them all and told them to sit in front of them and guess what he had for them. He then pulled it all out all that he bought and amaya not being able to control the joy in her heart pounced on him happy. He then showed her the weird box thing and told her it was a TV then put on a cartoon on the TV which made her start to calm down and sit still to watch. He was always so nice to her bringing her food and never told her anything bad or did anything bad except force her into taking a bath at times which she didn’t care much for at first but after four months she adapted to it. He would leave and work during the day leaving the four of them there all day but when he left he would always turn the TV on for them.
THE END 
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