[ another world of beasts

[* LU.]

[atrb=width,435,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://oi55.tinypic.com/atro85.jpg,true] midnight was the perfect time for a stroll. heck, anytime was perfect for a stroll, as long as those pesky humans weren't waiting around for her to walk on by and begin chasing and screaming those nasty garbled sounds - but if she wanted this, the best time to go would always be midnight. which was why suvita staggered from the heavy drapes of her afternoon nap to take a little walk through the junkyard. although her bones felt stiff and her fur felt heavy and dull, she knew a few minutes wandering about would cure her of any ailments. it always had in the past, unless she was feeling sick (and in that case, she wouldn't be able to get up in the first place). with a little twitch of her whiskers and a flick of her tail, she stumbled lazily to her paws, balancing with a twitch of her thin tail. her cold eyes graced the landscape, and she wandered amongst broken glass - easily avoided, although her first encounter with the shiny shards hadn't been as lucky - and useless human junk. her whiskers twitched and her eyes narrowed as she nosed through the scattered pieces. there was rarely any prey around here, but even the smallest of kittens could find a piece of carrion to eat and sustain a bit of health, and suvita was hungry. opening her mouth, she scented the air, digging her silver claws into the dirty ground beneath her. there was something here - she was sure of that. with the sureness of someone who had lived on the streets all of her life, she scrounged, nudging aside broken tvs and broken dolls to find what she was looking for: a dead mouse, and another one beside it. she didn't know where it had come from, but after giving it a cautious sniff, she decided that it was good enough for her to eat, and took a bite into it. cold, yet satisfying. with a little purr, she continued devouring her meal. hey, at least it wasn't poisoned. at least it was food. tag charade muse meh listening to if you were gay/robert lopez and jeff marx words 351 coding lu

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