Scrap grumbled as the rain soaked the box she'd been sleeping in. This kind of weather made her old bones sore. Nontheless, she stretched, long claws curling into the cardboard under her paws.

She began to groom herself. Her fur was messy after sleeping, and she was sure the weather wasn't helping the matter. She wasn't as flexible as she used to be, so she couldn't groom her lower back or the base of her tail, so it stayed pretty dirty and messy most of the time.

As much as she hated getting wet, she knew she needed to find food. She took no more than four steps outside of the shelter of the box and she was already soaked. She hissed in annoyance.

Scrap sniffed and listened, hoping to find a rat or pigeon. She much preferred that over the easy food in the garbage bins the young cats loved so much, but she supposed she could find something in the garbage bin by the boxes if she had to. There was a faint smell of rat by the junkyard, and she moved a little closer. However, her nose was hit with the strong scent of dog. Many of them. Great. Now I'll have to worry about those gluttonous brutes. She didn't go into the dogs' territory, but stayed on its edges. Maybe she'd learn something useful this way.

Valentina was sleeping peacefully in her little den made up of cardboard, plastic, twigs, leaves and metal, it wasn't exactly the comfiest but it had to do. She woke up from some strange sounds, it was probably the birds or the cats as that was what it always was. It then hit her, she was starving at night as well. I mean it's somewhat easier to get food you know without humans milling about or the cats sneering at your failed attempts, it was hard being a stray dog. Not like she knew what a home or a family was but she had a dream of a lovely warm house with a loving family.

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She grinned at the thought but snapped back and uncurled herself from her little ball and crawled out. She hopped down from her elevated den and clomped onto the earthy mess beneath her, she shook herself awake but not before stretching her legs. She walked over to her little stash of food ,which was basically an apple and a few bits of chicken, Great! She had eaten it all. She looked up as she heard something it was just an owl, no she could see a cat like figure on the fence. She couldn't tell who or what it was, she had to prioritise food she had no time for chit chat now especially with a cat.

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She put her nose to the ground and she smelt a faint scent but it was coming from the Rubbish dump, was she really that desperate for food? She had another little smell around seeing if she could pick something else up.

Trixie is walking through an alley looking for her mother, who was calling her. Realizing that she is approaching her, she starts running towards the direction of her barking. She reaches the street and then she sees something that shocks her: her mother, lying on the street in the middle of a pool of blood. Trix stays in her place, with tears in her eyes, until she hears a loud honk, seeing how a huge truck is speeding straight towards her. Trix wakes up, startled, finding herself face to face with a German shepherd, who looks at her strangely. Both are in an alley behind a 24-hour restaurant, where the smell of delicious food comes out. Trix sighs, trying to recover from the nightmare. She had been dreaming the same thing for three nights. She wishes it had been completely a dream and not a constant reminder of her mother's recent and painful death. When she regains her composure, she speaks to the unknown dog:

-Hi, I guess you're here for the food. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but they're not going to give you anything, believe me. By the way, what's your name? -She asks curiously.