I'VE GOT A LOT TO LOSE
From between the stands slipped the lithe, little calico who took a moment to glance left and right before she ultimately chose to go right. Her white fur was ruffled and smeared with dirt and grime--was that one blood?--spotting her soft, pelt. Grungy was a good word to describe the delicate little Walker, but when she had to fend for herself, by herself she didn't have much time to squeeze in a bath. Still, despite not having a home or any family--that she knew of, anyway--and no solid place to even lay her head at night, a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth, giving her almost the appearance of the Cheshire cat, but on a small, round-faced calico with blue eyes. There was even a bit of a bounce in her step as she poked along, stopping to sniff at various food items to be shoo'd away.
Her stomach growled and she sighed. "I'd kill for some food," she sighed, stopping a moment to lift a hind paw and scratch her ear. The pouch at her waist jingled. She didn't have to kill for food, she didn't even have to steal right now as she had plenty of coinage to buy herself something from one of the vendors (Hopscotch didn't fancy hunting around here as the only prey were rats and they were nearly as large as her and twice as fierce). There was just something about the principal of buying food, something that didn't even last. So, without much of a second thought, after she had finished scratching, her head whipped around and snagged a bratwurst from the vendor next too her and took off. Dirt-stained-white paws thundered against the ground and behind her she could hear him yelling to come back, how dare she steal, blah blah blah. The little feline ducked between the legs of larger creatures and between vendors until she was certain she was out of sight.
With a laugh, she spat the food out and looked behind her, smirk on her maw. "Eehh, you can't have that, ehhh shoo you dirty girl," she mocked and stuck her tongue out. Though it wasn't to his face, it felt just as good. Hopscotch turned back to her meal and began to gnaw away, holding one end down with one of her paws. Sweet, salty and savory victory.
AND YOU'RE STARTING TO BEND THE TRUTH!