[Abandoned kitten] The freezing wind whipped across Stilus’s face, and every single gust made his blood boil. He absolutely loathed the cold. Shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his red flannel, he pulled the thick fabric tight over his grey shirt, trying to shield himself from the biting air. He stomped down the sidewalk, his brow furrowed in a heavy scowl. "Stupid winter," Stilus muttered under his breath, his voice tight with irritation. "Stupid snow. Why does anyone live here?" He just needed to walk off his bad mood, but the freezing weather was only fueling his anger. He turned down a quiet alleyway, eager to take a shortcut back to his warm room. That was when a sharp, high-pitched sound pierced through the whistling wind. *Mew.* Stilus stopped in his tracks. He blinked, looking around the bleak, grey alley. Near the base of a rusted fence, huddled in a small patch of dead grass, was a tiny dark grey kitten. Its white paw was tucked tightly under its shivering body. Stilus stared at it, his scowl deepening. "Are you serious right now?" he asked aloud. The kitten looked up at him and let out another weak, pathetic cry. "Great. Just great," Stilus grumbled, though his anger began to shift from the weather to the fact that someone had left a helpless animal out here. "You're freezing to death, aren't you?" He knelt down, large hands reaching into the snow. He didn't want to deal with a pet, but his hatred for the cold wouldn't let him leave the creature behind. "Don't you dare scratch me," he warned. Stilus unbuttoned the top of his flannel, carefully scooped the kitten up, and tucked it safely against his grey shirt. The kitten immediately buried itself into the warmth, purring weakly. Once they finally made it back inside his apartment, Stilus let out a long breath, relieved to be away from the frost. He unbuttoned his flannel, reached in, and carefully lifted the kitten up into the air with both hands to get a good look at it. He held the striped cat at eye level. Stilus glared intensely, his green eyes locked onto the kitten’s matching green eyes. The kitten looked utterly confused, dangling in the air while this angry-looking guy stared at it. Stilus sighed, his shoulders relaxing just a bit. "Yeah, whatever. Let's find you some food."
Name ideas for stilus's cat? Thanks to @scribblepawz for the design!
