I sat on the edge, my ice blue eyes sweeping across the dark, moonlit alleyway. They were ransacking everything,(As little as that may be.) my den of cardboard boxes, the prey I had stored behind the silver cans. Whoever these cats were, I had no intention of leaving my shadowy perch on the roof of one of the buildings bordering my alley, these cats looked dangerous, if not terribly vicious.
They wore collars spiked with teeth and looked far stronger than I. There were four of them, one, who looked like the leader, sat back from the other three. Watching with sharp amber eyes, his light gray fur making it difficult to distinguish him from the gray scale background. A lithe she-cat, who was currently tearing apart my cardboard domicile, had light blue eyes and a brown tabby coat. The one helping himself to my prey stash, had ginger fur, I couldn't see his eyes unfortunately. Then lastly, A long furred, white tom with gray paws and a gray tail, who was marking my alley.
I was on my way back from traversing the rooftops, a pigeon I had caught, in my mouth. I was in the center of the roof of the last building when I overheard voices saying no one was here. I dropped the prey and stalked to the edge peering over to see my unexpected visitors making themselves at home. I receded back into the shadows, my black pelt melting into the dark, leaving the alley behind, picking up the prey on the way. They can have the place, its not worth my life. I thought, as I leaped to next building. Who were they though? Did they know I lived there? Why did they want my alleyway? All these questions and more flew through my head as I stalked under the now lightening sky.