Closed Sickness Sucks! (Zivilist)

[Feta]

Winter 30th, 512AV Somewheres around Zeltiva's streets! Running along the street, a small animal did a funny, repetitive, running hop- it looked as if it were a weasel but was far too small, and of a different color variation than a regular weasel. She ran and ran until finally she climbed up on a crate as best as she could with her claws, eyes murky, and nose running, she sneezed violently and then blinked. Looking around she tried to get a better view around her, and found she was near the docks; why was she here at the docks again? Feta wondered to herself, promptly being reminded she was in search of food by her stomach. Rats tended to scuttle around the docks, they were feisty little, dirty things, carries of plague and disease, fleas! But Feta was hungry, she would do just about anything for food now- and that meant hunting a silly rat! The ferret sneezed again, and felt her conscienceness sway around her, she took a few steps forwards before collapsing on the crate. Dazed. Her stomach made sharp and ugly noises, as did her chest, the trek to the docks had been long, and she had been on a constant move despite her own illness, and the city seemed to be uptight on pest control. In turn that left Feta with few resources around her to catch, seeing as she couldn't bring herself to hunt mice, her own mother had been a mouse kelvic and therefore she felt if she were to attack a mouse- she was, in turn attacking her deceased mother. Feta paused her searching, and tired gaze of the docks to rest on a fat rat nibbling away at some trash. Such a sight jolted Feta out of her weariness, and thus began to force herself up, one small furry paw at a time until finally she was jumping down, and on the ground. Skittering her way to the other side of the street without looking both ways, ignoring citizens feet as she made her way. Of course she had lost sight of the rat by then and could only hope she would be able to track the small crittur down- or found another.