(My character is, well, my fursona. No special abilities.)
"I'm running out of food. Dang it."
Looking at the empty cabinet in the kitchen, he sighed.
"Looks like I'll have to do some break-ins."
He steals all kinds of things. Information for sale, money, food......
Sometimes, if needed, he steals lives as well.
"Okay, I'll try this one, and maybe get some food."
He peeked through the windows, but found someone lying on the bed.
"Someone's in there. Not my lucky day."
Upon hearing the sirens, he quickly retreated.
"......Was he a...... Coyote? A Russian Coyote, maybe? What is he doing here?......... Oh well, none of my business."