Birth

The delicate black frames of her glasses slid further down, smudging the creamy black paint on her nose. She blinked back tears as they plopped onto the lenses. The sleeves of her hoodie further smudged her paint as she rubbed her tears, away turning her face a blended mix of gray and her usual pale milky skin. She wrung the water out of her tail and curled up under an awning to escape the rain remembering the events of the day. "You're such a freak you belong in a pet shop!" The words stung as much as the cold rain did as she trudged on looking for somewhere to stay. The tiny girl had ditched school after what he said and ran off into the rain for somewhere to hide, so far nothing had looked promising.
Tired and dripping she found herself in front of an old oddity store with a mirage of curious knick knacks in the windows. She hesitantly opened the door and walked inside dripping water onto the welcome mat. She looked down and chuckled as she saw what the welcome mat said, "wipe your paws you mangy freak," she muttered under her breath twisting the words harshly. She looked up brushing her shockingly red locks out of her eyes as she took in her new surroundings. Shelves were lined with curious bottles in glasses that shone a variety of jewel tones. She clasp a tiny bottle in her hands and sniffed it, it smelled of warm cider and cream and although out on the shelf radiated it's own warmth. The bottle was a deep ruby red, unlike the other bottles this one seemed to resist the dust of long neglect. She giggled and saw the tag "The cat's meow," She shook her and took a tiny tentative sip, "this sounds perfect." She felt warm, almost tingly, as the cream slid past her lips. It felt thick, almost like an ocean as it filled her up. She pocketed the tiny bottle and curled up in the corner wondering why the shop was seemingly empty. As her eyelids fluttered shut she thought she saw a figure out of the corner of her eye, but then she fell into a warm dark sleep.