The Wary Wild--WCRPG

He looked up from his molded meal. "Why, what a pretty kitty." He sneered in a playful way. He pushed his meal to Sirus. "Go ahead. Haven't you ever ate garbage before?"

Crest, a dark brown tom with a white underbelly, creeped through the twolegplace. He walked along a sidewalk, crossed a street, walked along another sidewalk, then jumped over a fence and began to walk through the allies. Yes, he was an ally cat, and only one thing for food pleased him in this twolegplace. Garbage. Old, stinky, wasted food. Garbage. He clawed his way up the garbage can and lifted himself in. He came out with an old fish and padded along through the allies. His fur was still ruffled form the first time he went in a garbage, for he didn't wash it. He hated being mangy, but the pelt seemed to scare off more kittypets than the biggest shadow they could make. He ran to the other side of the street, then lay down on the shady side of a building.

Fire of Burning Tree is a dark ginger she-cat with light brown stripes running down her back turning into a darker brown tip on the tail. Her eyes are flame amber that usually glimmer in the moonlight. She can climb trees as fast as a bird can fly. When she jumps through a fire, her flamey ginger pelt thickly cools her off when touching the fire. She cannot swim well but she can swiftly jump from branch to branch as fast as you can say her name.

Fallen snorted in return, but followed the other she-cat away.

Morningstar huffed. She had nothing left to say. "Just come in mt camp. There isnt much prey in there but a rabbit and a few trushes." She muttered, flicking her tail and padding in the direction of her camp.