Mᴏʀɴɪɴɢ Rᴀɪɴ
Rᴀɪɴ; Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ Dᴏɢ Lᴏɴᴇʀ || Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ || Mᴏᴏᴅ: || Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
"Speech" 'Thoughts'
- The small female walked down a small path, into an alley way. Her ribs still shown, hurting slightly. The hot dog and crust she found wasn't enough to cure her roaring stomach. Morning Rain twitched her ears, listening for other dogs while her blue eyes searched the hot ground for any left over food. She huffed, her head lowered sniffing the ground. 'Come on food, fall out of the sky please...' she thought to herself as she quickly paced down another alley way with careful and quiet paw steps. She stopped dead when she saw to other dogs, talking to each other about a plan to raid a hot dog stand. Morning Rain frowned, wished she could have a friend like that. Food and friends is something she didn't have. At the thought of hot dogs, her stomach growled loudly be hide the visible ribs inside her stomach. 'Shut up stupid ribs! Your gonna get me killed!' she thought to herself. The blue-ish spotted female lowered her head, showing no threat. Well, it was clear she wasn't a threat if you looked at her ribs. Morning Rain barely had any strength to run away fast enough.













