There was a young girl who has (H/l) (H/c) hair and (E/c) eyes. Her name is (Y/n). She has a wonderful life until something tragic happened. Where, she was left all alone in the dark.
Until someone found her and took her home. Everything was n...
It was a lovely sunny day. The bird is chirping, and the sky is clear.
"Aunty Divya, can I go play outside?"
"Sure, sweetie. Be back before breakfast."
"Okay!" I rushed out of the cottage house and play. As I was playing, I heard rustling from the bushes.
"Who's there?" worry comes over my body, and more rustling coming from the bush. I came closer to the bush and, push it to the side. I closed my eyes in fear. Nothing happened. I opened my one eye, to see a cute little creature.
"Awww. So, cute." I was amazed by the creature, my eyes sparkled. The creature was changing color.
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It lunged at me with excitement.
"Are you lost, little one?" I asked. It just nuzzled at my face. I giggled and, play with it a little.
Minutes later, I realized I have to go back to eat breakfast. I put the little creature down.
"Sorry little guy. I have to go," I waved goodbye as the creature saddened, and I left.
"Aunty, I'm back," I announced.
"Great timing, the food is done. And who is this little cutie, "Aunty Divya stated. Tilting, my head in wonder what she is talking about. I felt something climbing to my shoulder. It was the little creature I saw in the bushes earlier.
"Silly fella, did you follow me all the way here?" It just looks at me.
"Where did you find it, (Y/N)?" she questioned.
"Oh, I found him in the bushes." I gently pick the creature and put him on the table. Aunty Divya went to the bookshelf and went looking for a book. I sat on the chair, waiting for her.
"Here we go." She picked a book on the bookshelf.
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"Wow! Aunty, that's pretty," I said in awe at the beautiful cover. She opens the book and found a page.
"It says here that he is a Chroma cat," she reads the text.
"Chroma cat?"
"It means color cat because they change color."
"He does change color." I look at the Chroma cat as he is eying the food, drooling. Aunty Divya noticed it and giggled.
