Sucking a breath into her lungs, Rip padded along the alleyway. She was no stranger to these paths of the twolegs, although this one was new to her. A dog had taken up residence in her normal alley, preventing her from accessing her sole source of food, the scrapcan. Now she had to range far for a meal, and her sides, once with a layer of fat, showed every rib clearly. It was getting harder and harder for her to go far enough to find food, but she had to keep trying. Giving up wasn't an option. She had lived for too long to just.....die, fizzle out. Her nose twitched once, then again. Something was ahead. Breaking into a shambling run, she reached the food, almost turning away. A few salty bits of twoleg food, pale and unappetizing. But she wasn't in any state to be picky, and she crouched above them, a bit of drool appearing unbidden. @
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