Post by pandora on Feb 28, 2009 22:19:47 GMT -5
The busy streets pushed along the buildings and skyscrapers through the city. The lights shone bright in Sola's face as she followed the silent noises. A small thunder storm rolled in slowly and the rain started to sprinkle down on to the ground, splashing everything in its path with wetness. As she crossed the road, the cars honked at her and splashed her with puddles of water that had formed in the gutters of the road. Now wet, she scampered along the streets looking for shelter. Along the way, she came across an alley that was empty and somewhat dry. This wasn't the best shelter. But it was good enough for now. She sat in the shelter of a box that had been left by a human in the streets. The box had the weirdest smell but this was no time to be picky.
The rain continued to pour down on the streets and there was starting to be less cars on the road. The street lights dimmed and the humans went inside. All that was left was the buses that ran late and the occasional car that sped by followed by a police car. The moon shone in the sky and Sola realized that it was her time to wander the streets looking for food. At the back of a restaurant, there was a garbage can that had been knocked over by some cats that were hungry too but obviously they had gone for more suitable substance. For Sola, this would do. When you have no family, you tend to hunt alone. And in Paris, when you are alone, either you eat or, be eaten.
The rain continued to pour down on the streets and there was starting to be less cars on the road. The street lights dimmed and the humans went inside. All that was left was the buses that ran late and the occasional car that sped by followed by a police car. The moon shone in the sky and Sola realized that it was her time to wander the streets looking for food. At the back of a restaurant, there was a garbage can that had been knocked over by some cats that were hungry too but obviously they had gone for more suitable substance. For Sola, this would do. When you have no family, you tend to hunt alone. And in Paris, when you are alone, either you eat or, be eaten.
