You manage to avoid them and are now at the steps to your home in the slums. You live in a very rundown flat, barely being able to pay the rent. It still has all the old furniture left over the occupant before you, so you had a decent amount of furnishings.

She stepped in carefully and looked if anyone was home, if not she looked around for a tattered bible - just encase the flat had one. The hairs at the back of her neck pricked, alert. She was still on edge, knowing she should be working all daylight hours. It made her uncomfortable how low on money they were running, but she also wanted to stay loyal to god, she knew her family didn't feel the same.

Petal nods and skips up to the front door, taking a key off of a necklace she is wearing and unlocking the door. She kicks her shoes off into the corner, darting in the room, the sitting room you presume, and calling for her kittens. "Pickles, Queeny, here kitty!" she calls, making little clicking noises with her tongue.


Isabella takes her shoes off as well before following Petal into the room. She looks around to admire the household and asks Petal, "Your kitties know their names? They must be very good!"

Waiting for Kate~

You dont see any, athough there are many stalls

"hmm maybe you would go pick us up our groceries," one of the other woman says

There was a small bible, slightly tattered, resting on the nightstand next to the bed. A small water pitcher with some cleanish water also sat next to it.

"hmm maybe you would go pick us up our groceries," one of the other woman says


At that I perk up, "Really, what do you want me to pick up?!" I ask a little over enthusiastically.

(sorry for the Long absence school has whisked me away and the fest is now here as well XD)

Wolf Looked around a bit surprised by the coziness of the space, unlike the warehouses open floor that seemed to go on forever. " Wow...you did pretty good or yourself little pup!" he said brightly as he ruffled his thin blonde hair.

She nods excitedly, proudly sweeping her arm down as two small kittens scamper towards her. The little gray one, Pickles you realize, seems the shyer of the two. He seems to prefer being cuddled rather then "hand wrestling" as Petal called it when ever she rubbed Queeny's belly and played a little roughly with her.

She nods excitedly, proudly sweeping her arm down as two small kittens scamper towards her. The little gray one, Pickles you realize, seems the shyer of the two. He seems to prefer being cuddled rather then "hand wrestling" as Petal called it when ever she rubbed Queeny's belly and played a little roughly with her.


Isabella's mouth turns up into a grin as she walks over to crouch by the kittens, holding her hand out for Pickles to sniff. She had always loved cats and she was excited to meet these two.