"Dead cats aren't forgotten," she scoffed. She told him,
"A cat once told me dead cats aren't at peace until they're buried." Night glanced at the two green weird-smelling hills.
Mmm... smells of food! Her belly was growling and she decided to eat it at once.
I wonder what sort of food is in it? She leaped nimbly onto the hills (garbage cans) and pawed at the lids for a while before opening it. Some kind of weird twoleg-smelling meat was inside. It was half-eaten and wrapped in some sort of brown soft stuff (bread, it's a hotdog!).
Well, if it smells good it's gonna taste good. Night devoured it before turning back to the kittypet.
"What are those? Prey-piles? Do Twolegs eat twigs?" she asked him.
NIGHT: 14 moons, black pelt, dull yellow eyes. bitter and angry, sometimes cruel. female. @
shoomy
[ik its been a while lol night will be on her way soon]