broken shards [p]

[serendipity.]

[ just wanted to take a shot a writing some of Iceclouds backstory ]

[ first month ]

The young molly couldn't help but scrunch her nose at the scent of the big iron barrel, she wasn't proud of digging through two-leg trash to get her next meal. No, she wasn't proud of it at all but what else could she do when she was born and raised in the concert jungle if she wasn't digging through trash she was hunting rats that for sure bit back. It hadn't been long since she had been living on her own, kicked out by her mother to make room for her new mate and her new kits, now she didn't matter at all.

Not that she needed her mother no she didn't need her at all beside all she had done when she lived with her mother was frolic with boys and waste her time. Now it rang clear that she was now 13 moons and she didn't even know how to find shelter and hunt good food instead she fled to the concrete jungle, maybe it was a trick to lure young cats, but she had been told that it was a wonderful place. Where cats were fed good food and had lovely warm nests to sleep in at night, but she had been lied to, no it was stepping over broken sharp clear things and fighting over the last bite of a piece of chicken.

Turning her attention to the metal cylinder for anything edible to eat and today it seemed she hit the jackpot. Inside a brown box were tons of greens and delectable pieces of salmon, she had learned through trial and error what greens she could and couldn't eat. It was quite useful since there wasn't always good meat to be found. She took her time carefully moving the box out of the bin and dragging it to her makeshift den, satisfied that no one had followed her she began to dig in.