Post by bracken on Dec 8, 2009 20:41:00 GMT -5
Sabel trotted through the Two-leg alleyways. As much as the orange rogue hated being so close to the two-legs, it seemed to be the only reliable source of food nowadays. With so many wild cats around these days- it was almost impossible to find a decent mouse around anymore. Sabel sat down on the cold, cement road. Her fur was rugged and horribly dirty. Sabel quickly finished, as she could have sworn she heard a dog nearby. The orange tabby streaked through the alley, and headed out into the wooded area. Sabel sighed. She hadn't eaten anything in two days! Maybe, she should consider trying to join one of those clans?