Disclaimer: Don't own it.
A/N: As stated, these are 100 drabbles — 100 words each per prompt.
I cannot remember much of that time. What I do recall is unpleasant. Pain and anger. Fear. A cruel tug of my tail or dangling me from a slender leg. Food was a rare offering, nonetheless, I grew.
Clearly, I was purchased on whim, and when the reality of owning an "exotic" pet such as me hit, I was discarded. Only fate guided me to the beginning of the creation of my true self. It seems odd that the tragic cruelty of humans would deliver me to my salvation. I miss them — my family. They're beyond reach among the stars.