-Chloe's long pelt ruffled as the cold wind weaved precisely in between each of her hairs, giving her a cold sensation that warned her she needed a home. A home quick.- -She let out desperate mews and travelled the alleys, to approach any house to scratch at. Many answered and beat her off, and her only hope was the last house in which she believed held the human (you)-

hello?

-The feline let out tiny wails, scratching again. She was scrawny to the ribs, not much fat or fur piling off of the bones. An animal with the tension to bite to the bone would pick her off like a fly-

hellooo?

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