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( ● gender. female ) ( ● age. 2 yrs ) ( ● crush/mate. xxx ) ( ● location. outside of Smoky Colony ) ( ● kits. xxx ) ( ● tags. alone ) ( ● colony. loner )
- Mountain rolled on her back, the cardboard box providing satisfactory shelter. She was just outside the territory of the Smoky Colony, and relished the scent of food. She was hungry, but she didn't dare cross into their territory. They would probably skin her alive for taking their food. She stretched and yawned, bored. As always. She stood up, shaking her legs out, and padded out into the alleyway. The smell of food was always strong, and she enjoyed waking up to it. She had kind of forgotten what a real meal tasted like. She usually just ate scraps she found or humans throw to her. Most humans are usually not that nice though. She trotted out of the alleyway and to the closest trashcan. Mountain prodded it with her paws, sniffed it, and checked it out. She placed her front paws on it, and started plunging up and down into the side of the green container. It tipped, sending the lid flying, and the contents spilling over the ground.
Mountain ruffled through it, pawing through wrappers with little to no scraps, and food green with mold. She rifled through it, desperate now for at least some food. She hooked a claw into a heavy wrapper, filled with salty potato sticks. She licked her lips and scarfed them down. It wasn't the most ideal source of nutrients. But it would do, for now.
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