[Creekshade]

Wavey had wandered aimlessly for days throughout the city after he had escaped from the Twolegs nest that he was stuck in. Eventually, he came upon a dusty square, crowded with Twolegs, none seeming to notice him. The enticing smell of Twoleg food was in the air; he wondered if he could find a way to sneak some without any Twolegs noticing. He was certainly desperate enough; the only thing he had eaten for the last few days was a half-eaten tube of Twoleg meat he had found on the ground in a park. As he was debating with himself how best to go about procuring some dry, meaty-smelling thing from a Twoleg stand, a young she-Twoleg noticed him and reached down to touch his head. He backed away, hissing; he had felt the touch of a Twoleg before, and indeed he knew it could be kind and gentle, but he had wanted to go unnoticed, at least until he had settled down and eaten. The young Twoleg, undeterred, reached for him, but a larger Twoleg stopped her. Thankful for this, Wavey maneuvered his way back into the crowd, heading towards the stand with the dried meat. He jumped up, snatching a piece in his jaws, but the Twoleg behind the stand waved his forelegs menacingly and grabbed for the piece of dried meat, yelling something. Wavey managed to jump down, but the dried meat Twoleg was causing such a commotion that Wavey feared every Twoleg in the square would notice him. He ran down the street, slowed by the meat still in his mouth...