Staring at you, was a white cat with some burns and piercings all over its body. It lets out a meow as it sat in a worn box, wanting to tell you something or someone. Maybe it wants you to feel pity for it.

Squatting down in front of the white cat, you would reach out with your hand, letting the cat to know that you mean no harm— The cat swatted your hand.

“Oh you little.” Instead of picking the cat from the box, you decided to pick up the box. The white cat had a smug look, pleased with itself.