Clover

you sit down on someone's nature strip, licking your paws to hopefully get the mud off them. You hear a door open behind you, and your ears perk up. You turn around and see a young 15 year old girl with blond hair wearing a black crop top and grey trackies walkout. You back away, arching your back and fluffing your fur up in anger and you hiss at her Clover: hey kitty! Don't worry, I can give you a home! I've seen you walking around the city's quite a lot. You never seam to have an owner around you. I can help you out! Clover holds out a hand for you to sniff