♥ Flicker's wandering? ♥

Flicker lifted her head, tired from a short and restless sleep. She yawned, uncurling her tail from around herself. She peeked out of the bushes she was nestled in, and peered around. She hadn't been out on her own for too long; It had only been a moon or so since her twolegs disappeared, and only a few sunrises since she'd given up hope of them coming back, and left her home; all she had known, behind. Her stomach rumbled with hunger, so she rose to her three paws. Since loosing her back leg, she'd grown used to going around on three legs. But now, on the rough ground of the wild, it felt different.

She hadn't eaten in days, and hunger was starting to get the best of her. She longed for the taste of the pieces of dry food her owners feed her every day, twice a day. Or better yet, the sweet cold milk she'd get on occasions. But out here; there was nothing. She had seen no twolegs in her time out here, meaning no food. She had grown weaker out here.

She stumbled out of the bushes, and glanced around, sniffing the air curiously.