Hello! This is my entry for The Ink one :) §Bio below§ ((My old style))
Ink was a small kitten, who lived on the streets, with barely any shelter. She was often found scavenging for little scraps of food, if any. You could find her in the back alley of tiny streets. She slept in small boxes, and was often moving due to storms, fumes, and garbage pickup days. Currently, she lives in NYC. She was always white, and it was very hard to keep her fur clean. She was always licking or sitting in clear puddles to get clean. One day she stumbled across a painter. It looked like he was doing a sort of mural. Ink was curious, so he crept closer to the guy, hoping not to be caught. The guy quickly noticed this. And crouched down to Inks height. Ink was frightened, and did not know what to do, so she started to walk backwards, when she stepped on the can of dark blue ink, and it sprayed on her. Not knowing what to do ink leaped to a puddle and sat in it, but nothing came off. She rolled, and even lay in the puddle, but nothing worked. Till this day she still has paint on her, and can be found laying on a couch next to the painter, or making small paw print murals with him.
