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Spark landed expertly on the rat, snapping it's spine. It had been quite some time of living here, she was around 12 moons old now.

But that meant nothing to her.

She scooped up the rat in her mouth, starting towards her 'den'. As she walked along, she looked at the pathway she never took. It lead to the way that she had come into this place, and she had no intention of ever leaving. There were dogs out there. In her home, it was just her, rats, frogs, and mice. Spark liked it a lot better this way.

The next day, she passed by the tunnel again. Something nagged at her, telling her to go outside. By the end of her hunt, the urge was too strong. She went down the path that she hadn't used scence she ran in for her life, nearly 6 moons ago. Of course, she didn't know what 'moons' were or how to track them, seeing as in the sewers there was no sun or moon.

She arrived at the mouth of the tunnel, nearly no light flowing in. Spark stopped. Did she really need to do this? Venture back into the world that stole everything from her?

The urge, the tug, that had been at her all day told her yes. Her brain told her no. She, being the rather idiotic and reckless cat she was, decided it was worth it. Just a look, she told herself. I won't be there for long.

She hesitantly stepped out.

Some crazy part of her had always assumed that the dogs were right outside the tunnel, waiting for her to come out. But she had forgotten that the tunnel entrance was above water.

Spark squeaked in fear as she plummeted into the icy-cold water, made frigid by the night it was in.

She desperately swam to the surface, confused. Her head broke the surface, gasping for air. Her small body shook as she paddled to the shore. She heaved herself up, breathing hard.

Well, she thought, least there's no dogs.

She seemed to have jinxed herself, because right after she thought that, she heard the unmistakable growling of a dog.

Spark leapt up, turning to face her attacker in mid-air. Her silvery jaw dropped.

Standing there was no dog, but a cat. A big tom cat with a pelt as white as the moon. He smirked a bit, and growled again. The very sound made Spark's pelt bristle. It-it sounded so, so doglike!

"Scare ya?" The tom teased, sauntering forward.

Spark hissed, her spine arching. The tom chuckled a bit. "Sorry, fuzz, but I ain't scared 'a no hissy kit."

Spark straightened up. "I'm notta 'hissy kit'. I'ma sewer cat." The tom rolled his blue eyes.

"Ohhhhh noooo," he mocked in a faux-afraid voice. "A sewer cat! I'm so afraid! I hope she doesn't get me!" He became more serious. "Listen, fuzz, it's been great talkin' with ya, but I gotta go. I reckon ya better get back to your sewer, too, where there ain't dogs."

Spark's black eyes narrowed. "And you? Where do you go?"

Ignoring her question, the ton looked at her. "You looka lot like a kitty I once knew. Only knew 'er fora day, 'afor dogs Chase's 'er off an' bit off my tail. Liked 'er, though. Smart. Brave."

Spark looked closely at the stranger. "C-Casper...?"

Yay. Wait, was that a cliffhanger? I'm not sure...XD

Anyways, I always figured that moons were like years in age for the cats, so in cat-to-human ratio, Spark is 12 years old. So yeah. By the way, if you are reading this, please review! It's my only motivation. That's why this chapter took so long, no one reviewed.

Toodles! I might not post again till after Thanksgiving, so if I don't, Happy Thanksgiving!

~KitKat