[SuspiciousMindz]

@Hexict

This was her domain. The grey and while she-cat had claimed it as hers. She ran the old occupants out. The little wooden shack abandoned in the woods. Breaking apart. It was a prime area for rodents and an even better place to hide from the weather outside. It normally kept dogs away and twolegs never bothered her here. Just the strays and former clan/Syndicate cats. Of course, she didn't mind the company, it kept her skills in tact. The word was spreading who live here, however. The 'assassin' from the Syndicate. The she-cat who murdered for others despite there never being evidence to prove the rumors. Oh, but she has a name: Blade.

In that moment, the she-cat was laying on a slab of wood jutting out of the walls. She was fairly far up in the shack, able to look down on anyone who dared entered through any of the openings in the walls. Her tail draped over the edge lazily, her back legs sprawled to the side while her head rested on her crossed forepaws. Boredom shone in those glowing amber hues, half closed in the half-light shining through the small window to her right. Right now, she'd love to nap, but her instincts were telling her to stay awake. She felt as though something were about to happen and she always listened to her gut instinct.