Owen's POV
I walked out of my home, and to the ratsistance fire. I sat down, enjoying the warmth of the flames on my fur. All the work of the day had been done, so I could relax with the gears.
(A/N) Owen calls his chat 'gears', so its not literal gears.
After a short while, boredom got the better of me, and I stood up to go check the food store. Maybe I could go get some more food from the house! I checked everything, noting we didn't have many fruits or veggies in the store for the rats that didn't eat meat.
Perfect! I snuck out the attic through the painting under the parkour. I glanced around the room and dove under a chair. Slow and steady...
I followed the hallways, until I made it to the kitchen. I narrowly avoided the Chef, who seemed to be working on some sort of soup.
I creeped slowly into the pantry as she was distracted by her work.
I sifted through the chests, grabbing some corn, before dashing through the kitchen, being swiftly followed by the Chef. I rushed into a hole and out of sight, safe and sound.
That was a close call..
A/N: I'm gonna have to end it here for now, i suck at writing filler
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