"Am I going to be adopted today?" She asked simply, knowing it'd probably be no. Her fingers clench and the claws dug in, biting the flesh. Her fur stained a dark crimson from the blood and she looked down, watching it well up then drip down. It fascinated her. Her childhood years were spent in the center and without, moving from center to center, leaving as she got bored of it. The sting of cold air touching the cut made her return from her reminiscing.