Mr Stripes roamed the halls of the Blacklands Manor Orphanage. The matrons werenβt really paying attention, either falling asleep in chairs or too busy talking about the kids and playfully arguing about which kid was more well behaved.
Thankfully, the shadows hid him pretty well despite his bright fur. He kept his pawsteps silent, carefully padding his way. It felt nice getting some quiet time, kids could be crazy and loud during the daytime.
Suddenly, he paused, his sharp ears perking. Was that a whimper he heard? Noβ¦ the orphans were fast asleep, they couldnβt be awake. But he couldβve sworn he heard a kid whimpering. The second he heard another one, he didnβt pause this time. Quickly, he dropped onto his fours, turning around and darting back to the large bedroom.