Stray/Wild/Feral cat RP

Wildkit has just escaped, the rest of her litter mates could not get out of the burlap bag when the two leg threw them into the river, and they drowned. Cold, hungry, tired, and soaked to the bone, she stumbles into the forest in search of shelter. She smells dog, but thanks to her marbled pelt she blends seamlessly into the woods until she is sure the dog is long gone. Exhausted beyond all rational thought, she scents a cat and blindly stumbles toward the gently wafting odor of a patrol.
 
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With huge, frightened eyes, wildkit looked up and said "please don't hurt me, I swear I won't be mean! I'm so cold and tired, my paws are going to fall off." with her mud caked fur, her bedraggled whiskers and smelling like river mud, she was truly a pitiful sight.
 

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