Finch's POV:
It was another storming day. I could hear the quiet whisperings of the rain going "pit-pat" against the metal roof of the Autumn City Animal Shelter. I sighed and lay down my head against my now-empty food dish, which had been long since abandoned. Let me introduce myself, seeing as I have nothing else to do for the rest of my life. My name is Finch, I am brown she-cat with tuxedo markings with a black-white checkered scarf hung loosely around my neck ruff. I've been trapped in a small, metal cage ever since the two-leggers left Autumn City; the city in which I reside. I've been having thoughts that maybe I can squeeze through the bars of the cage to escape, I may be thin enough that it would be quick. I always toss it and go back to moping around, awaiting my death of starvation in...what? A few days? Weeks? I've already died of boredom in this corroded pile of shite.
[Unknown]'s POV
I wandered aimlessly through the opaque alleyways until I finally found what I was looking for - No exit, boxes in the shape of a throne, and trashcans overflowing with, the only decently edible items, mouse and rat carcasses and leftover food the two-leggers threw away. I averted my gaze towards the dark figure towering above me on the boxes with his deep gaze sinking into my own. I spoke curtly, "Sir, the reports have shown massive increase in the amount of infected animals." I held a firm yet respecting survey of his reaction to my words. His glowing amber eyes turned into slits as he growled lightly under his breath and turned his slightly-angered back to me and padded to his 'home' and left the conversation at that. I blinked for a moment before turning and heading back to the large and abandoned care dealership where everyone under his command stayed, and went straight for the cozy car I'd been assigned; with its torn silk cushions and curtains to block out sunlight, it was probably the most comfortable place to sleep in the entire city.