[Rainbowfox Ari]

Further into the town, toward where the wagon was headed, there was a bit of a brawl going on. Seemed as though one of the local ruffians had made the mistake of stealing something to eat from one of the merchant shops, and he hadn't been quite fast enough to get away with it. Currently, he was on the ground, curled up, while the adults that ran the shops kicked and beat on him for his crimes. And if one was looking closely, they would see another reason the poor boy was being beaten up. He was one of the rarer, less-liked races as it was, if judged by the calico tail wrapped around his leg, and the calico ears peeking out from his nut-brown hair. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut in pain, so their color was hidden, but if he were of the feline race, there was a strong bet they were either blue, green, or yellow.

He wasn't giving one yowl in his own defense, having long ago given up the thing he stole - an entire loaf of French Bread, fresh at that. However, just because the thief was repentant didn't mean the punishment was any less severe. And starting to get more so, as a sickening crack told to a cracked rib, and several dull thuds landed on already-bloodied skin, seen through the rags of clothing the boy was wearing. The shopkeepers didn't particularly care. Business was bad, the times were rough, and they needed something to take their aggression out on. A sneaky-handed little cat-thief was just the ticket for some impromptu anger management.