Bellalunae had given up hope after living on these for her whole life now. Being a street kitten well it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She had sadly learned this the hard way being a black kitten living on the streets. She had grown accustomed to her surroundings and accepted her fate. She was determined to make the most of her situation and survive. She was thankful for the food and shelter she found on the street. Even if it wasn't much at least it kept her alive if that's what she was doing. Or so she thought anyways as she sat in this alleyway today, blending in with the shadows. Wondering in her little mind, was this really living?

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