[Gusty]

@BluBunny @No one for Pres~

Icy's eyes gleamed excitedly. "Ah, let's go then!" He said, flicking his tail and walking towards the cat-flap. "I'm not very hungry either. I just ate this morning," the tom shrugged. "I used to hunt and eat mice and rats, but nowadays, I generally have dry brown food or canned meat. My owners give it to me."

Before he went inside the house, however, Icy sniffed the air. He noticed a new scent, of a molly this time. The white-pelted tom raised his head. He swore he heard a voice too- and sure enough, there was another cat in the fence. What's she talking about? Stalking cats? Is that about me? Icy wondered.