☆☆☆

Alice found herself a bit taken aback by the remaining hostility of the stray. She stood infront of her, tail flicking and ears flattened. "What? I may not have the most knowledge, but I'm not that dumb," she hissed, a bit offended by the question. "And what do you mean my kind? We are both the same species. You know, I really don't see the reason you're being so rude," Alice said, sighing and turning her head away. After a moment she sighed, trying to regain composure. "Look, I just really need some help. Please, I was wondering if you could teach me some street survival skills. Then, I'll get out of your fur and you'll never have to see me again."

"Your kind" Dapple repeated, flicked her tail once " The cats who get whatever they want while we, the strays are left in the dirt." She stood up and bent down to pick up her prey " if you are really a cat you'll know how to hunt." She picked up her prey. Then with a swish of their tail walked away. "After a few days I'll bet she'll be coming back" he whispered to himself.

(Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for taking so long)

☆☆☆

Now impatient and a bit irritated, the she-cat gave an annoyed huff and padded away in the other direction. Surely the cat was right - it must be in her blood to know how to hunt, right? Alice's fluffy pelt bounced up and down as she walked, in sync with her movement. Her blue eyes peered around at her surroundings - she didn't particularly live in a city, just a town, so there was a good bit of grass to play around and hunt in. Walking over to a fence, she swiftly leaped on the top of it, and then down on the other side. Spotting a mouse, the she-cat attempted to crouch down, but moved rather clumsily and quick when it came to stealth. Almost instantly she gave herself away and the mouse spotted her and darted in the opposite direction. Alice gave a frustrated sigh and decided she would have to keep practicing.

Posting soon.

( well this isn't soon but at least I posted now)

Dapple looked up as she turned the corner of a human den. The sun was high, a bit past midday perhaps. A slight voice in a back of her mind wondered if she should have helped that poor lost pet cat. But Dapple quickly shoved that voice away. They found a lone cardboard box to eat their mouse. Tucked away behind one of the human dens.