Legend says, when a cat lives 9 lifes till its natural end. The age and weight of its soul when buired in the soil is too aged for the world to accept. So, a burst of nercomany rises all around it. Leaving the earth under it twisted and haunted by the dead. Where every body not laid to rest propely will rise. What is left behind is a spirt that takes the form of a small black cat, its body and mind one of its old lifes. A wise, old being with acess to hauntingly powerful magic. Like a kitsune, its tail shows its age and power. Legend says, a black cat with two tails can humble a dragon. Legend says, never cross a cat with two tails. For the gods shall not have the power to stich your soul back together.  This Nekomata... Is a fucking spoiled little shit.