[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8]Long, thick lashes trembled delicately over amber optics as they glazed with salty wetness, blurring once sharp vision and stabbing panic into a youthful heart. He knew not where he was and knew not where he was headed but he knew where he had come from, and whilst his purposes were nonexistent his only mindset was on food, food and water and a warm place to sleep. This was a foreign place when compared with the world of a cosy human town on the outskirts of a busy human city, a place where the people had no time for each other but all the time for felines like he. And as a kitten with a street smart family but a book smart head, he knew where to go for safety.
Now though it looked as if stray dogs weren't his problem and neither were rowdy teenagers; the young grimalkin shook somewhat, like a leaf, as he ducked low between two building and through an alley, hearing not domesticated canines but rather much bigger, much more dangerous beasts. From once city to another, the world had changed drastically, and where there had once been humans there were lonely food packets tumbling over his momentarily stationary paws. The entire setting of this place held an eerie ambience, and already his fur was standing on end as he moved deeper into the city.
But now he could smell the telltale signs of an inhabited land, but the signs were animalistic rather than human and automatically the kitten started up in his quivering once more. Would he cry out? The sound could alert danger and he wished to stay alive so Bucko crouched low to the ground once more, his ears flattened to his skull as he awaited whatever it was he could hear and smell.