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A small squeal escaped the mouse as Risto pounced on it, trapping it in his paws. His ears twitched as he slowly picked up the mouse, his muscles aching with exhaustion. He turned and began to pick his way through the ruins of the city, winching whenever he scraped his paws against the rocky surface of the ground. Small, sharp glasses pierced his pads as he carefully scrabbled over a collapsed building.
Relief washed over him as he finally slunk towards a dark area of the streets. Panting, he plopped down and began to greedily devour the morsel.
When finished, he raised his head and began to lick off the extra blood that had splattered on his paws, before moving onto cleaning his pads. His whiskers twitched as he scented the muddy stench of his once-light tan pelt. Sighing, he shifted as he began to groom his fur, retching at the taste of mud.
Once his pelt was fully groomed, he stretched--straining his aching muscles--and then relaxed, before padding off. His stomach was still growling with hunger as he slipped through the gaps in the crushed houses. The scent of food lured him over, making his stomach yowl even harder. Peering over the debris, he noticed a loaf of bread and uncooked meat. Licking his lips, Risto cautiously padded over, before giving the food an experimental sniff. He didn't scent anything wrong with it--it was mouthwatering, in fact.
Giving his lips another hungry lick, he opened his mouth to wolf down the food when a hard object slammed down on his head.
Gasping, Risto sprawled onto the ground, rolling over to his side. A human towered over him, holding a fat stick in his hands. He snarled something so quickly that Risto didn't understand, and swung his stick again.
Risto dodged the swing and scrambled to his paws and fled, his heart pounding with fear. He was too frightened to fight back. He felt the stick whack his hindquarters as he let out a yowl of alarm. Unsheathing his claw, he propelled himself forward, his tail bleeding from the blow. He glanced over his shoulder to see that the human wasn't in sight, and a wave of relief washed over him.
But he didn't stop; he wanted to make sure that the human wasn't on his trail. When he realized that the human wasn't following him, he staggered to a stop, panting for breath. Stumbling into a dark alley, he collapsed onto the cold floor, his paws too weary to move.
A strange scent hovered in the alley, but he was too tired to make out what the two scents were. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.