“So… tired…” Ziran thought, dragging himself into Southern Tybalt. He was normally bursting with energy, but even he couldn’t go a whole week of constant travel and no sleep. The poor feline barely avoided passing out in the middle of the countryside.

He collapsed in the middle of the cobble-stone street, but managed to flop onto his back. If he was going to be laying there for a bit, he could at least take in the sights. Sadly, there wasn’t really anything to see. The southern end of Tybalt was the slum, and what few buildings he saw were in varying states of disrepair.

Kunto sighed and shifted into his kitten form. If he was going to sleep in the street, he may as well be in the form that was the most comfortable to him. As soon as he curled up, he was visited by the Sandman…

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“Tie that bag like that…”

“Yeah?”

“And that one like that…”

“Okay.”

“There we go.”

Ziran opened his eyes and yawned, wondering what the ruckus was about. He couldn’t have been asleep for more than ten minutes. That meant it’d be another ten minutes before he could change back to his hybrid form, unfortunately for Kunto.

He was surrounded by a small group of rag-wearing children. They ranged in ages, with the youngest looking to be a mere toddler and the oldest in his early teens, but they all shared one common bond: They were all staring at him.

The windigo rose, and instantly found out why. The children had tied small bags to each of his paws, making him very uncomfortable. He tried to shake the bags off to no avail. The children tied the bags too tight for that. In fact, he could now feel the string cutting off the flow of blood to his paws.

“Mew!” he protested, and tried to get away. The bags severely limited his speed, and one of the younger children caught him, squeezing a pained mew from him. Whether the squeeze was accidental or not, it definitely wasn’t an accident when the kid threw him back into the center of the group, making the poor kitten hit the street face-first.

“What are we gonna do with it?” one of the children asked. A multitude of suggestions reached Ziran’s ears, each one worse than the last. Every single one involved harming the kitty in some way, or doing something generally unpleasant with it. One child even suggested cooking him.

“Alright,” the oldest one said, picking Ziran up. “My idea’s better than all of those. Who here wants to play catch?”

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