Angel

Devil padded toward the dump, a cruel smile upon his muzzle. He found a black creature with flies buzzing around it. He killed it instantly, slitting open the thin skin. He fished out a chicken leg and snarled, making sure it was his. Devil devoured his prize hungrily, licking his whiskers in satisfaction.

Angel walked silently toward the Dumpster and unsheathed her claws. The thing had a fatal tear that would have killed it--if it was real, of course. She knew living and breathing from mere object, unlike her brother. She nosed through it and plucked out a little object, filled with salty, wavy potatoes. She knew her vegetables. Angel ate them delicately, pawing the stinging salt off her whiskers when she was done. She was lonely, and wondered if anyone was there.