Samuel, now under the name of Sun, patrolled the dark alleys, the cold night air nipped at his pelt. Another long night of out hunting, another long night of cold feet and an empty belly. Who knows how long it had been since the golden tom had last eaten to being full, fighting for prey that was already scarce among the other hungry cats around him.

His legs were tired and his kids started to droop, his paw pads hurt from the long wear of travel to and from his box that he was provided for shelter. Only to get nothing back from his work, nothing to reward him for the work. It was slowly starting to become normal, and the young tom was regretting taking up that challenge.

Sun flicked his tail as he ducked from the shadow of a twoleg passing by, his green eyes staring up into the hidden face of something he hoped he could find solace in. and so far only one of them had offered him anything to eat, only for him to lose it in an ambush moments after.

His once beautiful and colored collar had to be torn to get the bell off, as he realized that it gave him away. Made him more of a target to other creatures looking for a quick meal, either off of him or the mouse that he had pulled out of a bin starved even more than he was.

As he barely managed to lift yet another bin's lid, it rumbled and shifted before eventually toppling over. Giving him easy access to all the contents inside, as he began scavenging through… looking for anything edible. Anything that could fill his stomach, the light from the den behind him turned on and the entrance was slammed open.

The twoleg yelled and swiped a bristle stick at him, chasing the former kittypet away from the bin. Shouting and continuing his attempts of abuse against the golden tabby, as Sun booked it as far away as he could away from the twoleg. Crossing one of the few unused thunderpaths and safely arriving at the other side. As he looked back behind him, the twoleg turned around and picked up the bin.

Sun sighed as he turned tail and walked away, it was foolish for him to go back and try again there anyway. As the golden tabby tom braced himself, if he was going to be jumped he better be ready to book it straight to the path ahead as fast as he could. He felt tired and weary as the sun had started to set, and he was ready to head home for the night.

But his venture to safety was uninterrupted, as he breathed out a sigh of relief. Though he was still on edge, stepping carefully through a crowd of twolegs. Dodging and weaving through the long legs and large paws of the creatures, his tail tucked between his legs trying to make himself as small as possible.

As he finally got the concealed alley, one he used to get up to his small little camp he had made. He sighed and managed to relax a little, climbing up towards the tops of the twoleg dens. Once above he turned to leave, before he picked up. Food, he could smell it now.

As he carefully nosed his way forward, his paws cautious as his ears were perked up high. He could see his camp now, the small den and the patch he would leave his meals till morning tucked under another box that was left on the streets.

However the rare smell of a meal wasn't all that was there, the black and white tom whom he came to know as Moon and his friend; a white she-cat with a flatten muzzle and half an ear Cloud, were both there to rest for a bit. The two had set up camp not too far from his spot, but were constantly on the move around the rooftops.

"And here he comes now." Moon announced as Sun leapt across to them, nearly falling down to the ground below. But he was able to scramble back up to safety, breathing a little heavily as he trekked over and collapsed beside the two. Moon tossed him a twoleg bundle of food.

"We managed to finally get into that shady supply bin, the twoleg had only come out after we were already carrying something out." Cloud explained as she lifted her head from her own bundle. "This should be able to hold us over for another two sunrises, but we should still stock out for more."

Sun flicked his tail as he opened his bundle, not even caring about the foul smell or sight that had once filled him with disgust. Now he stuck his face in to grab at what little was inside, and took what little he could spare for a meal for the day. In this life, take what you can get as Cloud had first instructed him to do on his first day.

As he set the piece down and began to slowly eat the meal, the light of the day slowly died out from the day. As the blue turned to red and further turned to purple, slowly bleeding out into the black and dim starry night. A cold gust brushed the bristles on his spine.

As they finished what the two could gather for the night, daytime story sharing began as usual.

"Scar's gang was way too close to our camps, I nearly got into a conflict with Ash and Oak on the way back." Cloud informed, scratching one of her claws in a circle across the stony surface.

Moon sat up, his ears perked and eyes narrow. Cloud shared a gaze with him, and without a word spoken, the tom huffed before settling down. "As long as Cackle doesn't show his face anywhere around here, we shouldn't have to really worry."

Sun looked down at his paws, there was an almost unspoken rule. He had never met or seen any of these cats, but what he did know is that Cackle was trouble. A grim warning of the reach of the ruler of the twolegplace, the leader of the gangs. The mysterious and ominous tom by the name of Claw.

Cloud shook out her pelt from the freezing cold, as the other two cats raised themselves to their paws. "Well we should all go get some rest, two more sunrises Sun. and you would have proved your word, however I have not been able to gather anything from the few kittypets who would talk about anything you described." Moon spoke as he looked over his shoulder.

Sun smiled a little coyly. "I can manage it, and thank you moon."

The black and white tom dipped his head, before turning around to follow Cloud. As soon as they were out of earshot, Sun sighed as he flicked his tail. He did long to return home, and he would if he could. But the twolegplace seems to be so far away from the neighborhood he had grown up in.

As he raised himself up, and tucked his food away to protect it from the groundwings and birds of prey. Before turning into his small and soft box to curl up for the night, the cold was unfriendly and persistent through the large opening. But he had gotten used to it at this point.