It was a nice sunny day with no clouds in sight, on the busy town square of Mariala City. A golden yellow hedgecat was standing on the sidewalk. This hedgecat had hair down to her waist, a purple top covered in a pink jacket, which was now zippered. She wore denim jean shorts with brown boots. Pink fluff hanged out of her shoes, covering her socks. On her shoulder, was her white purse. She was sitting down on a bench, having a warm cup of an expresso.
A white fox strolled along. He looked drastically out of place with his large-frilled red coat and the shortsword sheathed at his side. To add more to his unusual look, he had light blue fur on his forearms that was sticking out in several layers of iced-over fur. He took a deep breath and then looked about at the people going on their business.
The hedgecat stopped sipping her espresso. She looked particullarly at the white fox in the red coat, she then glanced back at her latte, and her phone to check the time. It was 1:12 past miday. Newspapers were blowing in the wind with the old autumn leaves from last fall. One newspaper, about this woman, who looked similar to the young lady sipping the espresso, landed on the fox's shoes.
She walked up to the bin and threw away her plate. The figure then started to walk again, looking at the time up on the big screen. Not noticing, she accidently bumped into the blue fox, and her purse dropped. "Oh no...." She spoke in her soft, yet sweet voice.