Bucky's Small Savior

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A/N - I don't own any of the cat images used, I'm simply taking them from Pinterest.

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A small kitten limped from a darkened alleyway with her head hung low, blood plastered to her thin black fur. Her stomach ached for the food she'd just lost but she kept moving, there was no point thinking about food she couldn't eat. It would only make the hunger worse.

Only a few minutes prior had she dug out a piece of a sandwich a human had carelessly tossed into the garbage. There wasn't much left but it was still a lucky find, especially for so early in the morning. Before she could even begin to eat she was jumped by another cat whose pelt was full of scars from previous fights. He was much older then her judging by his graying muzzle and size.

He'd easily taken her down, before he could kill her the black kitten had ran off. Though she was starving, dying wasn't something she was up for. Atleast not to the claws of the selfish adult cat that'd been very willing to kill the small kitten. Would he eat her too, she wondered? Probably. Desperate cats didn't have much regard for morals.

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he skinny feline made her way along the sidewalk for what felt like ages. Her paws were sore and her stomach was practically screaming for food. It wasn't long until everyone seemed to wake up, more cars filling the streets and people making there way out of buildings and onto the sidewalks.

Some sent her small glances, others simply ignoring her. A little girl passed by holding her mother's hand. When she reached out to grab the kitten it let out a low growl and the mother quickly pulled the girl away. It wasn't that the black kitten didn't want the comfort of a human, she simply didn't trust them.

It was a pretty well-known rule among the strays that humans couldn't and shouldn't be trusted easily. Some would shout and kick at the animals to keep them away, only a small percentage pitying them and giving a piece of their food.

There were cats who'd been thrown out by humans too. She knew a cat once in that situation, though you couldn't tell by looking at him. He was old but covered in scars from his time in the streets. The cat had told her about how he lived with humans when he was a kitten, but once he grew older they weren't interested in him and tossed him out. She wondered where he was now, probably dead. It was grim but that's how things worked. Whether it be by a car, old age, or more common hunger no cat seemed to last long. Especially not ones who started with humans, they lacked the expierence and had to teach themselves basic instincts.

Shaking her head of the thoughts she pressed herself to the buildings at the edge of the sidewalk, doing her best to stay out of the way of the rushing humans. They rushed to their "jobs" as they called it to gain those shiny coins humans centered their lives around. It was an odd thing, the coins. They seemed to be what told what each human was worth. If they had alot they were well taken care of and lived perfect lives, but those who had little to none were tossed to the streets like nothing.

Those were always the saddest, the coinless ones. Some were aggressive, especially after drinking the shiny liquid when they could get there hands on it, but most seemed understanding. They knew what it was like, living with an empty belly and nobody to care. Still, they were cautious of the street-dwelling animals. Probably worried of diseases or aggression, which was fair.

A drop of water on her head took the kitten out of her thoughts. Turning her gaze up to the sky she twitched an ear. The clouds had started darkening and began leaking water slowly, but it would pick up fast she knew.