you're a newsies or what some people like to call ya "a newsgirl", you worked by selling newspapes with Jack, crutchie, les, mostly all of the newsies that help out! back to the story. you were selling newspapes, as always before hearing some bits of 'meowing' and 'hissing'- following the sound and finding one small kittens under a dumpster- taking them back to the lodging house and leaving your newspapes behind.

Thankfully the kitten seemed fine, no fleas or anything of the sort. Just needing a Good ol' scrubbing! After sneaking past Kloppman with the meowing kitten in your hands— though you didn’t know that some of newsies would be out and selling papes or just..taking forever to get dressed. You walked upstairs, into the room and spotted a few bunk-beds where the newsies and you sleep to get ready for the day. you walked over to your own bunk-bed- the bottom bunk of course. gently placing the kitten in your arms down onto the white bed sheets as you searched for the cat food that you found a few days ago while selling papes with Davey! But wait, where even is he?

"{{user}}?"

damn it- it was Davey.. you knew it was..