Dimlit Caverns

[Sleepless_author]

The young black spotted tabby she-cat, with short fur, swished her tail as rain patted down on her fur. Her purple collar hidden under matted fur. With one last glance at the moon, she crouched down and began looking for shelter.

There has to be something, all I know is im never going back to that stray group...

She sighed, with a group of rouges on her tail, and a huge wound on her shoulder, is a life without anyone worth living?

She stumbled apon a thin entrance to the cavern, and quickly slipped through.(OPEN)

[Fish]

A beautiful, self described, soft orange shecat walked through the old tunnels. She knew very well that the Twolegs used to inhabit this place just by the tools. Many cats didn't know what the purpose of this was but she knew the use this kind of place had. She detested it but that was how Twolegs were, doing things that weren't good for even themselves.

Scents of other loners were growing stale which made the she cat wonder why that was the case? Was there some kind of fight that had happen she was unaware of. There was no scent of blood, no scent of predator either. Did this spot just fall out of fashion with the other loners? She debated if that was fine with her. On one paw that meant no fighting but on the other paw that meant that there was no one to talk to but did—

Before the shecat could think more on this conundrum a new scent wafted into the tunnels. It smelt like one of those clan cats she had the displeasure of seeing afar. She tensed at the thought of a fight but headed towards the cat anyways. Clan cats didn't walk this far out, it was simply just the case so what was this one doing here? The first thing the ex-clan cat might noticed that half the shecats face had an old burn scar, leaving her with one less eye.

@SpiritedWarrior