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he can feel a pair of eyes on him , and that realization anchors him to the grou- nd like glue. the black hairs along his neck and spine raise atticus’s ears prick nervously. big yellow pools stare right ba- ck at the reddish pair which have captured him ;; his head slowly , very slowly lowers , muscles tensed and ready to bolt should the human try to advance upon him or try something bad.                   

                       his heartbeat is loud. his paws itch                        to run away.

The pain is gone…

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dark paws plodded carefully down the quiet , empty street. his attention is fo- cused. alert. because dangling from the cat’s maw is a fat piece of bread, stolen from an unsuspecting human’s cafe sa- ndwich. atticus feels proud of himself, especially since this meager dough sli- ce is all he’s found to eat these past few days. there’s a hint of guilt, but it’s quickly brushed aside by his rising hunger.

                 but atticus is so preoccupied, that as soon                  he slips around a corner, he immediately                  runs smack into the ankles of someone,                  which startles him hard enough to make                  him drop his meal, losing track of it as he                  tangles through small feet in his panic.

🌙 ;; ( ??? )

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“I shouldn’t do this but…” There was definitely something he shared in common with Weldon; both of them loved cats. 

Tracy sets out a small bowl of food for the stray to eat.

wide yellow orbs stare intently at the bowl. an ear flicked with unease. his gaze shifted quickly up towards the stranger , as though expecting them to strike or take the food back. eyes return down , tiny pink nose twitching as atticus takes in a whiff. it’s wet tuna. the black cat’s stomach clenches and his resolve wavered strongly. he hasn’t had good food like that in what felt like months. 

                          giving in to his hunger , he takes very                           careful steps forward , still keeping a                           hesitant eye on the person in question.                           but the poor thing soon cannot help                           himself and stops right in front of the                           bowl , sniffing at it curiously before he                           starts chowing down.