A little shadow crept under the lights, trying to stay out of the glow of the flickering streetlights. Emerald eyes searched the street warily, and the lithe form shivered in the cold. Her feet barely made any noise as she scampered across the street. A white tail streamed out behind her, and ears flattened against her head as she attempted to stay warm with the meager coat she had. The little thing had found a hole-covered jacket in a charity pile and taken it. Beneath, she wore clothes that were too big for her small body, and wind crept up inside, chilling her to the bone. She wasn't used to this life. She didn't like the city with its loud noises, ruckus, and people. The humans treated her like dirt. Sometimes, she saw nekos on leashes, walking with their humans. She didn't like the look of them. She'd heard that some nekos had their own jobs, but she had yet to see any free.
The sixteen-year-old wandered down the street, her arms wrapped around her frame. Her white ears and tail were close to her body, and her red hair wrapped around her shoulders, draped to keep her warmer. She wondered if she'd ever find some place warm. She didn't want to be owned; she just wanted to be kept warm.
The sixteen-year-old wandered down the street, her arms wrapped around her frame. Her white ears and tail were close to her body, and her red hair wrapped around her shoulders, draped to keep her warmer. She wondered if she'd ever find some place warm. She didn't want to be owned; she just wanted to be kept warm.