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When Nepeta was little, she was left on the streets to die.
It was a cruel world full of cruel parents and Nepeta knew this better then some. She couldn't remember her parents but she felt no anger towards them for what they did. Maybe they couldn't afford to take care of her or maybe they had died. She would never know.
She was terrified at first but as it turned out, Nepeta was extremely good at staying alive. She lived in an alley where she pawed through the trash for scraps of food and drank rainwater out of the gutters. Soon, she braved the wide open streets and the busy market. There was much more food out there just lying around and Nepeta was even able to pick a pocket or two.
By the end of the year she was still living on the streets. Her strong, stubborn will to survive was thriving. Everyday the six year old girl would crawl underfoot the massive crowds and steal little nips of things. A pence from a dangling wallet, the crust off a loaf of bread. All sorts of necessities.
Then, there was that awful period of time when Nepeta fell ill. She must have eaten spoiled meat or something along those lines. She was too weak to "hunt" through the city for food or even crawl around the trash. Her last resort was to curl up in a ball behind a building and wait for death.
And then, someone found her.
The building Nepeta had hidden behind happened to be a meeting place for a very influential gang leader. Somebody with a lot of power.
And so, the lady Snowman found her.