Sarenna sighed as she walked toward the bar. She wasn't excited for the violent acts pushing the citizens back into their homes. She hated violence in general. She just wanted it all to be over so she wouldn't have to be worried constantly on if they were going to be caught. She looked across the street to see a small, frail kitten all alone on the sidewalk. She quickly jogged over to it and bent down slowly, so not to frighten it. She smiled at it, trying to ease the small kitten instead of scare it off. She dug into her small bag and pulled out a sandwich. She hadn't cared that that was the lunch she made, or the fact that it was incredibly childish to carry her lunch with her. She just cared about the poor kitten on a cold, scary sidewalk. She ripped a piece of bread off that held her hand out slightly until the thin kitten approached. As the little one ate, Sarenna scooped it up in a fast motion and held it to her to warm the frightened cat up. She stood slowly to not scare it and crossed the street yet again to go back on her course toward the bar.