[Gusty]

/open to all, feel free to join!

In the dark alleyways of Twolegplace- or Town, as Daedalus called it- there were lots of things to do. Yes. Just to keep himself alive was a struggle in itself, because he had to scravenge food from those pesky human's trash bins. And as a result of malnourishment, his body was undersized and thin; any cat could clearly see his rib cage and frame.

If he wanted to, Daedalus could've became a housecat. He could have lived under the protection of humans, which would supply him food and a fine shelter. But living with people had a cost. It would restrict his freedom, and Daedalus would rather live half-starved than chained to humans with a collar.

And the young tomcat enjoyed being alone, anyways. Away from other loners. Away from other housecats. Away from people and dogs and whatever was living- it was just so much easier that way.