Crawling through the cold with a letter in your mouth, you tried to get to the mailbox to put your letter from Santa in. Although you've had no formal training with writing and you only learned from old newspapers in the trash.
All you ever asked for was food, shelter or a home. And every year, you got nothing. Now it was Christmas Eve and once more you hoped for at least a bit of food in your stomach.
As you ran on, you could hear children squealing at their mother's how adorable the cat was, running with a letter in its mouth. Yes, cat. Actually, you were half-human, half-cat. You've honed the skills given to you, making it able for you to transform between.
Still, you could onto hold a cat form for a short while. Then, you'd be forced to hide out again while children pulled on your ears and tail with the utmost amusement before being called a disease-ridden animal by their parents.
Once you made it to the mailbox, you struggled to slip in the letter and then made a quick getaway before you came to your human form once more. Nearby, there was an alleyway and you hid there, hopeful that you'd be able to go 'home' during the night.
You held your frozen hands and held yourself together, the only thing you wore was a worn old dress which was ripped and torn. Trying to remain optimistic, you tried to convince yourself that one of your wishes had to come true this year. In fact, after 3 years of disappointment, you knew you'd at least get one toy. You were always good, never hurt anyone. In fact, you suffered more than anyone else.
Tears suddenly surfaced and spilled, sending chills down your body. Your tail twitched and small cries escaped your lips. Someone stopped in front of the alley you lived at suddenly, probably hearing your cries.
Looking up, you saw a young man with olive skin, curly brown hair and the most sympathetic green eyes. Beside him, there was a cat looking straight towards you.
He took a step in and you shot to your feet in fear. His arm reached out to gently take your hand but you shot away, reaching the end of the alley to try and hide.
Still, the man came closer, the cat at his side. "Please don't be scared. I'm just wondering why you're all alone..." Tears quickly spilled over again. "You don't have anybody...do you...?"
You shook your head, crouching in the corner and crying loudly in your knees. The man came over and put a comforting hand on your back, gently rubbing it to sooth your shaking body.
Turning around, you threw your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shirt. His arms wrapped protectively around you, lifting you off the ground,"You shouldn't be living here...how about I take you home...?"
"B-But..." You muttered, your tail twitching and ears flattening. "I-I'm not...no one wants me..."
"I don't see why." He said with a gentle smile. "You're very cute and you seem like a sweet girl. Besides, you're freezing...I can't leave anyone out in the cold. Whether it be a cat or a human or...anywhere in between."
He ruffled your (h/c) hair lightly, making a giggle escape your lips. Wiping your eyes, you smiled brightly towards him. "Thank you..."
The man smiled back, hugging you close to his warm body. "Don't worry about it. How about we get you inside, huh?"
Nodding, you began to relax in his warm embrace. He smiled, gently brushing your hair. "Do you have a name...?"
"____________," you muttered, snuggling close to him.
"That's a very pretty name," he said gently, jouncing you slightly in his arms to keep your body positioned in his arms. "My name is Hercules. You'll like where I live. There's a lot of space and I have a lot of cats hanging around..."
He continued on but you could hardly stay awake in his embrace. Within a few moments, you could feel yourself fall completely asleep in his arms, your tail slightly swaying.
When you awoke, you were laying in the Greek man's arms, his breathing light as he slept. Looking at your clothes, you noticed they were changed and you were cleaned off. Your face burned in embarrassment and you quickly buried it in Hercules' shoulder.
He shifted slightly and his eyes opened to look towards you. "How did you sleep...?"
"Okay." You said gently, snuggling back into his shirt. "Thank you Hercules..."
He chuckled slightly and kissed your forehead gently. "You already thanked me...would you rather be sleeping in bed...?"
"I'm okay." You said gently, looking towards him with a gentle smile. "It's very cozy here."
"If you don't mind me asking," he started, brushing (h/c) strands from your face to reveal your (e/c) eyes,"How old are you...?"
"I'm six. I've been able to write since I was three." You said with a small smile. "I learned so I could write to Santa. But he must think I'm a bad girl because I never got anything."
Hercules looked away partially defeated and took you in his arms. "You're not. It's just...complicated. I'll make sure that you have the best Christmas this year..."
"It already is..." You said with a smile. "Because now I got a good home and warm clothes and a papa to care for me..."
Hercules noticed you were falling asleep again and decided to let you rest. A kiss was placed on your forehead once more. "I'll make sure you'll be safe with me...you won't be living in the street ever again..."