Post by MOX on Mar 14, 2013 2:07:50 GMT -5
Welcome stranger...
Pawsteps echo against the stones that line the street. The moon shines overhead for just a moment, and then
the clouds drench the street in darkness once more. All is silent for a second. And then shrieks pierce the air, shattering the peace.
Perhaps you've never met us. We are the loners of the Northern Tracks. We are the Elite of the Eastern Mansions. We are the gangs of the Southern Alleys. And we are the crafty of the Western Docks.
We . . . are the Cats of the City.