Shadows On The Wall

[Shadow Da Smiffster]

Fire Your Guns
It's Time To Roll
Blow Me Away...

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It was deep into the night when the pair of cats finally made it to the city. Chazz had kept completely silent the entire walk there, never once looking behind him, never once stopping for food or to check if Whitepaw was okay. There was only one thing on his mind: find the problem, and then come back, hopefully alive.

It was at the end of the alleyway that he stopped dead, his ears erect above his head and his pupils as wide as saucers, "Home sweet home," he muttered. He stood there for a few moments, resisting the urge to turn tail and run... but what choices did he have? Go live the life of a kittypet?

"Come on Whitepaw..." he growled. "Let's get this over with. And step carefully. Don't eat anything unless I tell you it's safe to eat, and look out for Monsters and Dogs. I'd wait till the morning, but there's no resting on the streets. The one rule of this place is the strongest survive, and that's it. No codes of honor, no Warrior Code, understand?"

He didn't wait for her answer, because as he was talking, he was sniffing the air and scanning the area. Dashing out from the alley, Chazz quickly trotted forward, rounding a corner and crossing a street. He wasn't even sure where he was leading them, so instead, he let his instinct lead. It hadn't failed him when he lived on these streets... so it wouldn't fail him now. Or so he hoped.

I have to find someone I know, he thought, picking up his pace. It was clear that he was jumpy, and not paying any attention to his apprentice, nor was he thinking. Obviously, Whitepaw had to set him straight or he'd get obsessed in his paranoia, but Chazz would never admit that to himself....