This is a try out so tell me what you think!
One night a cat walked alone in an empty field. Her twoleg had turned her out after 3 years together. She had lived in the laps of luxury and was now in the lowest of alleys. Her fur was a tangled mess and her paws rubbed raw. Her name was Ice.
The old times were better. Food, water, shelter, love none were a problem. Now the only things she gets for free are hunger, sickness, and hate. She had a shelter, only a small hole in a wall of a twoleg nest. It was cold, damp and sticky in the alcove. The only food she got was birds with only feathers, mice that were harsh and lean. Rats attacked her and she always ended up bleeding, scared, and alone. Always alone.
I hope you like my story! It is my first so tell me how I do!