Re: A dark alleyway
Wavey’s tired paws carried him to an alley where he was fairly sure no Twolegs would follow. He flopped down, exhausted. His belly growling, he tucked into the dried meat he had taken earlier from the crowded Twoleg square. As he was chewing on the tough piece of Twoleg food, his eyes wandered around, taking in his surroundings. He jumped, startled, at the realization that there were more cats in the alley with him. Equal parts annoyed and fearful, he stood up, bracing himself to run if the cats were hostile.
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