ωнєи ιт яαιиѕ ℓσσк fσя яαιивσωѕ, ωнєи ιт'ѕ ∂αяк ℓσσк fσя ѕтαяѕ. london looked at the black street, waiting for the cars to finally stop. she finally saw the sign turn to green, and then she ran across white pavement. she gasped for breath, and then sat on a nearby bench. she finally realized how cold she was, curled her thin tail across her. a little kit came over to her, carrying a woven black scarf. 'you-you look cold. here you go.' the little kit dropped the scarf in her lap and she put it on. she savored the warmth the scarf gave her. as soon as she was out of the glorious moment, the little kit was nowhere to be found. she picked up some change in her pocket, and dialed a few numbers on her phone. about twenty minutes later, a bright yellow taxi came roaring up on the street in front of her. she handed him the change, and the driver said, 'how are you?' london wrote on the piece of paper, ι'м fιиє, ι gυєѕѕ. нσω αвσυт уσυ؟ the driver said, 'great! how was your day?' london grabbed another piece of paper and started to write... london is a female cat with a warm heart. she used to be a singer, but she quit due to her vocal cords being unhealthy. her doctor told her only to speak if she had to, and to bring her notepad everywhere. she was broke for about two months, but she is now currently building her way back up financially. she has a scarf that is very special to her, because a little kit gave it to her. she is almost never seen without it, but she has never seen the little kit since they gave her the scarf. credits: art and story is by me design is by azure music is kiskae by ???
