Pixie: *wanders around, turning over old newspapers and trash on the site of the sidewalk*

Khloe: -trying out one of Venus's moves, strutting along the sidewalk, which looks pretty impressive for an 11 year old girl-

Pixie: *spots the strutting Khloe and blinks* hey there *smirks*

Khloe: -ears pin back as she spies the Havana brown, her tail wrapping around her waist with a bundle of nerves- 'Lo... Who're you? -Softly, head held high but her gaze diverted-

Pixie: Pixie *curls tail around her legs and gazes at Khloe with a curious gaze* and you are?

Khloe: -reaches up to tug on a braid in her nervous habit, only to remember that she had them cut off, so she nibbles on a fingernail instead- Khloe. -frowns- What're you doing on the streets? -touches her own collar, hidden by a blue scarf-

Pixie: looking for food. *tilts head to one side* why are you curious?

Khloe: -snorts softly- Is it a crime to be curious? -takes a breath, calming her temper- I'm not used to the streets. Used to catshows and judges... -shrug-

Pixie: catshows? what are those? i've never heard of them before? *takes a few steps towards Khloe*

Khloe: -eyes her, getting nervous as the other female comes closer- You know... Big old cattery that breeds cats for their build and good personality? Judges who handle you and touch your fur and give you ribbons because you're cute? -snorts again- Not a fun life. I scratched the b***h and ran away.

Pixie: never seen one before. though i am not really sure what my human....my ex-human would have wanted me to do if she had kept me *stops walking* something wrong?

Khloe: Oh, they're pretty annoying, believe me. -flushes a little at her next words- Nothing's wrong. I just...nothing. Forget it -she hated it when people touched her; probably due to the fondling she got in those damned catshows- So... food. Food is good. -changes the subject with a roll of her eyes-

Pixie: *ponders pushing the subject but pushes that thought aside* yes, food is very good. especially after living off of scraps for the past month

Khloe: -shrug- Any idea of where you're gonna steal from? Or perhaps you dumpster-dive?

Pixie: mostly dumpster-dive but most of the good places don't throw away their food until after they close for the night

Khloe: -twitches at the idea of getting in a germ-infested dumpster -- how could some cats handle that? wipes her hands on her torn jeans with a shudder- Good luck with that.

Pixie: hey, it's a living-especially when you have no home to go to

Khloe: Hey, I gotta home. -huffy- Well...kinda. My big brother, who I've never met before last week, took me in... -ears pull back- But it's not...home really.

Pixie: *stares at for a few seconds* a...alright *stands up and turns around a little bit before looking back at Khloe* well, i guess i'll be on my way, too *takes a few steps away from Khloe* see ya....i guess

Khloe: -feels bad and grumbles- I know of a fishery. Imp took me there. Maybe we could snatch a few fish? -almost doesn't want to give up the company, even if she was a little antisocial-

Pixie: *looks back again and stares at for a few seconds* well....i guess it couldn't hurt to try that for a change *walks back towards Khloe but not too close*

Khloe: -shoots her a mischievious grin, then struts off, tail flagging behind her- Hey. Question, Pixie-stranger. -eyebrow raise- When I'm older...you think boys will...you know...like me? -falls into place beside her, although there is comfortable room between them; counts her steps in her head: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8, repeat.-

Pixie: *falls into stride with Khloe, respecting the distance Khloe put between them* of course you will *smirks at Khloe and flicks her tail* all of the boys will be after you. no questions asked

Khloe: -grins at her- Good... I'm glad. -smirks herself, padding along alleys to the fishery. Just the smell of the place made her recoil, but she went anyways- Looks like they're shutting down. Good; they'll be busy. We can snatch something.

Pixie: *stares at the fishery and wrinkles her nose but ignores the smell* hopefully there are some good leftovers if we cannot get some whole fish *sneaks up towards the fishery*

Khloe: -catches sight of Pixie's nose-wrinkling and chuckles- Stinky, no? But not as bad as trash! -slinks under a table, edging closer to a couple of carp on top of it. Holds her breath as the man-in-an-apron turns away, then slinks a paw out and snatches one, holding the slimy thing out to Pixie distastefully- Tonight's pretty easy. I've been busted before. It sucks.

Pixie: that is true....but i've been in trash for a while now so it doesn't bother me that much. guess i could get used to this better than the trash. *thanks Khloe in a soft voice before taking the fish and retreating back a ways before devouring her tasty morsel*

Khloe: -wipes her hands on her jeans again and again, but they still smell. Wrinkling her nose at the offensive odor, she sighs and gives a little wave- Better head home. Enjoy your dinner... Maybe we'll see each other again. Oh, streetlife -rolls her eyes with another snort and begins to pad off, feeling good about herself for once-

Pixie: *watches as Khloe walks away before finishing her meal and wandering away in the opposite direction*

{Fin}