Mouse took a deep breath. Drat's shriek had startled her, and her first instinct was to attack. "Sorry, I just heard Drat yowl so I just, reacted." Mouse stepped off the cat and sheathed her claws. Should I really trust her? Mouse shook herself. She thought about going back to sleep, but she was already wide awake. She glanced at Drat and took a few pawsteps back to give the cat some space. Her paws felt numb on the cold concrete but she was already used to it from her days wandering the city streets. She sighed, a cloud forming in front of her face.

Drat slowly stepped out from behind the trashcan, totally embarressed. "Heh- It appears that my, um- yell must've scared everybody... Sorry- I'm so bad at this..." Drat looked crestfallen. She stood behind Mouse facing the tan tortie and a skittish manner.

"It's fine, I understand, I should have asked anyways."

She gave a soft smile after a small sigh of relief. Little Girl shook her skin-smelling fur and cleaned the spot where the cat had put her paws. She stared at the two cats for a second before speaking again.

"I'm Little Girl by the way, but you can call me LG, and you are?"

"I'm Mouse" she sniffed. LG smelled like skin. Was she a skin-held? "I hope I didn't hurt you, sorry again." She licked her paw, checking in between her claws to see if there was any fur.

Drat just stood awkwardly to the side as the two cats talked, not sure whether or not it was a good idea to join in the conversation just yet. It was only then did she realize she missed her queue and to join the conversation now would surely make everybody uncomfortable. So she silently just... stood there listening in on the conversation.

Why has my alley become a hotspot for other cats to stay? There are a ton of other alleyways... Drat stepped foward, "I uh- Sure-? Why not? Right? Heh-" She nervously looked at Mouse to see if she approved of this. Not that it's Mouses alley. I just want everybody happy... Drat heard the other cats stomach growl. If she thinks anyone's going to offer her food, then she's insane! Skin-held or not. She looked over LG. She was very well-fed, then she compared LG to Mouse and herself. They were so skinny, ther ribs were almost countable. She kept looked at LG then back at Mouse for a couple awkward minutes. "This- um- Skin's den here.. It always throws out some sweet food. You can try some if you'd like. I'm not saying you can't hunt- Sorry- I- You're probably good. What do I know, right? Heh-"

Macy sped back to her home, worry filling her mind. She just knew she was going to get in trouble since it had already gone dark. Now i wont be able to meet that other cat again and she will think i totally tricked her! Macy groaned. Just she reached her skin den home and slipped back in......where her father was waiting. Macy sighed, "Im sorry dad. Its just that i got distracted and-" Just then her father interrupted her. "Im giving you a second chance." Hiz voice was surprisingly soft and Macy was quite confused. "BUT, dont do it again!" He said, now his voice serious. Macy nodded before slipping into her cat condo with a yawn.

After Ember ate her meal she saw that somehow it had gotten dark. She sighed as the wind blew through her fur before looking around at her surroundings. She spotted a group of carts so she decided to stay here for the night. As she walked towards it she grumbled, "Everyone's gonna think im a pave or something." Once she got there she got comfortable before yawning. "This....isnt......so...bad........Snoreeeee"

In the very early morning light Night woke up, his belly grumbling. I will not eat out of trashcans! Night growled as the thought of eating out of trashcans popped into his mind. I rather starve! He said, getting up to go try to hunt again. If he wasnt so weak he would've easily been able to get something but now? Night crouched, picking his target out of the many birds in the parking lot. Once he picked his target he stealthily crawled closer. Once he was close enough, he pounced with his claws stretched out. As Night fell to the ground he was comforted by the weight under his paws. Food. Night relaxed before gobbling up his meal. Once he was done he decided to go on a patrol. He plotted down a side walk which was the edge if his territory, marking as he went. With the regained strength, Night was quite happy as he trotted along, the cold wind blowing through his fur.