Cierra
Cierra crept out of her small, abandoned tool shed where she had lived for the past five years. The outside looked shabby and unoccupied, which helped her stay undetected by the orphanage patrol, but the inside looked somewhat nicer. She had an old blanket on the inside which she had dug out of a trash can, (where she got most of her stuff), and she now used as a bed. Her little cat, which had stayed by her side for the past three years after she had saved it from a fox trap, slept in the corner. So it wasn't completely uncozy and utilitarian. But it was time for her to dig around for some breakfast, as reminded by her rumbling stomach. So she set off through the woods.