This is a tale of a kitten. A fearless and brave, fluffy, little warrior the size of a shoe. And it starts in box.

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In a wet box, in a dark alley, in a filthy city, there was two tiny kittens. There was one orange kitten and one black kitten. The orange kitten, the slightly older kitten, was called Cat, while the younger, black kitten was named Kitty.

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Kitty was an adventurer. She longed to venture past their sad little wet box, but she was told to stay and wait for her mother. So she stayed, in her wet box, in the dark alley, in the filthy city. But her mother was never coming.

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Weeks go by and the kittens are dying of starvation. One day, when Kitty felt like giving up, like everything was for nothing, there was a light.

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A husky puppy and another, even tinier grey kitten, came into the dark alley and saw their wet box. The puppy, know as Altor, played as protector, being the biggest. Him and Cat brought Kitty and the other kitten, Grey, food. They started having a life, a family. The twins saw that their mother was not coming back.

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After two months, Kitty then saw an opportunity. She saw a way out of their wet box and find someplace that was better.

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That was the day that they group of orphans started their true journey.

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A month and a half later, and the little family had been everywhere in their filthy city and beyond. One summer day, the gang of orphans stumbled upon a nice, quite town.

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In this town was a group of dogs that ran the entire place, to ensure that is stays in order. The leader, a bulldog named King, thought that Kitty was an interesting and violent thing that he could use.

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He managed to make them trust him, Kitty more than the others... but he was nothing but a lying, vain, bastard,(DICKSUCKING MOTHER FUCKER THAT I ENJOYED TEARING APEART PIECE BY PIECE AND SHOVING THAT SELF LOVING COCK DOWN HIS REVOULTING THROAT SO FAR THAT IT CAME BACK OUT THE OTHER END!

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*deep inhale*

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*long exhale*

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Sorry about that. I lost my cool there.)

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One night, he took the twins and Grey into the graveyard and said if they didn't submit to his reign that he would kill Grey. Kitty was confused. She looked up to King, he was something special to him. But she hated being told what to do. And she thought... she thought she could save him, save them all and have this be the ending. IF ONLY SHE KILLED HIM FIRST!

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...... but that's not how this story goes, and it never will change.

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King killed Grey. Snapped his little neck and all Cat and Kitty could do was watch as their little brother died. Altor tried to get there in time, but he only made it just to watch him die.

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This was when Kitty thought that maybe, just maybe, she was never going to be happy from life, but from bending life to make herself happy.

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She broke.

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She killed him.

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And she never once regretted it or any other of the deaths she caused. It was just her nature.

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This was the story of a killer. A bloodthirsty, psychotic monster that found pleasure in suffering and misery. And it all started in the middle of the first war in history.

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For the demons that plague my mind; I will win one day. I will be free.