Late evening crept up unnoticed, hiding the golden disk of the sun. The pale, thin sickle of the moon shone in the sky instead. The streetlights gradually began to illuminate the street with their warm yellowish light, like an old photograph. The trees murmured softly, mooing some intricate melody of their own.

Quite cozy. Well...for the average person. Somewhere Hunter was fighting for himself. For life. For basic things like food. For the right to exist. For a chance to prove his worth. He was a great fighter, no doubt. But how was it that today was the day that had failed him so badly?

After receiving a severe blow to the face, he sealed himself with the back of his head into a brick wall and slid into a pile of garbage to the loud laughter of the crowd. Horribly humiliating. But the round was over, there was no point in asking for a rematch. Hunter got up and staggered down the street on shaky legs. He was hungry, but he would never grovel to beg a human for food. But begging on the sly...why not? You have to twist a person around your finger to feel superior, that's all. Plus, it's starting to rain, gotta hurry up.

Hunter collapsed face down on the asphalt. He lay there until he heard footsteps, wiggling his cat ear a little. He smiled slyly into the ground, and then crawled right behind the human, staggering heavily.

Damn, so hungry. Hunter sank his teeth into the bag the human held in their hand, pulling at it and not letting go. It smelled good. Really good.

Realizing he was doing something weird, Hunter clenched his hand into a fist, imitating a cat's paw, waved it adorably in the air, and looked the person in the eye. His rain-soaked hair added a pinch of patheticness and charm to his appearance.

Meow? Purrrr...

His teeth held the bag this way and that as he purred, all battered and bruised and wounded, trying to manipulate the human into getting food.

Purrrr...that's tuna you got there, isn't it?