You learn quickly the shadows are your friend.
They feed you. They protect you. They hide you.
I think that's why we named ourselves for them.
Honestly they're isn't even much of a "we". Just a rag tag band of street kids. Youngest is Rabbit. She's 11. Almost 12. Oldest is Steve. He's almost 21.
Then there's me...Cat. That isn't my real name, but then, we don't throw our names around. 16 1/2. Heh. I know, the 1/2 doesn't matter but it makes me feel better.
Older. More sure of things.
We aren't a gang. Not even a group. But we come together when we can and share a warm corner for a night, food, and money.
We help each other, when we need help we know who to go to.
We call ourselves Shadow, to each other. But to the others here in the city, we don't exist.
You start declaring yourself, and then people want to test you. See what the gang is made of. We don't care about status. Just survival. And keeping ourselves human.
Honor Amongst Thieves and all that
I'm a thief. Yes. A pickpocket. Yes. Maybe the best in New York. Maybe. Probably.
But I have honor, and I have pride. And I don't want to look in the mirror and not know my own eyes. It's really easy to get cold here. Turn to stone. Some do it to survive, but I know better. That's death. Even if your body keeps living, when you stop caring you die.
I care about Shadow. I care about the kids, I care about keeping them warm and safe and fed just like me.
I care.
They call me Cat because I'm quiet. And Because I'm fast and I'm agile. Steve says I have 9 lives. That makes me laugh.
But I also see. I see everything.
I see all the things other people won't or can't.
I saw them. I know they're here.
We hide out here in some of the abandoned Sewer maintenace rooms when it gets really cold. Its warm, and in the winter the smell isn't too bad.
I only glimpsed them. And I don't think they saw me. A skinny girl, with too pale skin, dressed in dark clothes and an old leather jacket. Brown hair, long and shaggy. Sharp Hazel eyes. I'm plain. I'm nothing. The shadows love me.
I only saw for a second. But I saw. And I know they're here. Somewhere.
Somewhere. And I'll find them.
You know what they say about Cats and curiosity.
They feed you. They protect you. They hide you.
I think that's why we named ourselves for them.
Honestly they're isn't even much of a "we". Just a rag tag band of street kids. Youngest is Rabbit. She's 11. Almost 12. Oldest is Steve. He's almost 21.
Then there's me...Cat. That isn't my real name, but then, we don't throw our names around. 16 1/2. Heh. I know, the 1/2 doesn't matter but it makes me feel better.
Older. More sure of things.
We aren't a gang. Not even a group. But we come together when we can and share a warm corner for a night, food, and money.
We help each other, when we need help we know who to go to.
We call ourselves Shadow, to each other. But to the others here in the city, we don't exist.
You start declaring yourself, and then people want to test you. See what the gang is made of. We don't care about status. Just survival. And keeping ourselves human.
Honor Amongst Thieves and all that
I'm a thief. Yes. A pickpocket. Yes. Maybe the best in New York. Maybe. Probably.
But I have honor, and I have pride. And I don't want to look in the mirror and not know my own eyes. It's really easy to get cold here. Turn to stone. Some do it to survive, but I know better. That's death. Even if your body keeps living, when you stop caring you die.
I care about Shadow. I care about the kids, I care about keeping them warm and safe and fed just like me.
I care.
They call me Cat because I'm quiet. And Because I'm fast and I'm agile. Steve says I have 9 lives. That makes me laugh.
But I also see. I see everything.
I see all the things other people won't or can't.
I saw them. I know they're here.
We hide out here in some of the abandoned Sewer maintenace rooms when it gets really cold. Its warm, and in the winter the smell isn't too bad.
I only glimpsed them. And I don't think they saw me. A skinny girl, with too pale skin, dressed in dark clothes and an old leather jacket. Brown hair, long and shaggy. Sharp Hazel eyes. I'm plain. I'm nothing. The shadows love me.
I only saw for a second. But I saw. And I know they're here. Somewhere.
Somewhere. And I'll find them.
You know what they say about Cats and curiosity.