[b]+ Free Kittens (For Shurikai's roll) +[/b]

It was an all too common fate for Ocalia offspring. The weathered cardboard box had fallen onto its side, the scrawled penmanship on the side reading 'Free Kittens' at a rather awkward angle, smudged from the water that dripped from the eaves above. Occasionally the box would weakly rattle, a soft, fading mewling could be heard from the shadows it cast. The dirty blanket would also wriggle, the small Ocalia kitten twisted within its confines.

It tried to stumble out onto the cobblestone street on the side alley it now seemed like would be its home. It was a desperate attempt to be noticed, to be selected like the rest of them had. For whatever reason, it had lacked the draw on the others that had walked by the days old box, leaving it the forgotten, unwanted of the litter for no reason other than luck. It mewed again, it's front paws reaching the cold, wet stone of the side alley.

A leftover relic lay in the box, for whomever would take the Ocalia.