[Pluto]

Quid made his way along the edges of the busy Twoleg place. Twoleg food made his jaws water as wariness and hunger weighed down his paws. He was a rouge. A loner. A cat who had no needs for others, only his own. I must find food before I lose all my strength, he thought to himself, quietly pausing underneath a twoleg overhang.
(Food truck bottom :P)
Quid hopped he would not have to see much more of this filthy place, but he knew it was the only way he was surviving. His mate, Charolette Wattson, had turned away from him about three moons ago, taking their litter of six year old kits with her to her new Twoleg home. Now, he traveled alone, wishing he had a place to call his own.