roaming around (open)

[Bruno]

The sky was a deep indigo, the moon a mere sliver. It was a nice night not too hot and no chill hung in the air. The street lights were on casting pools of light onto the sidewalk. But, most importantly it was silent something which was music to Bruno's ears. 

The black tom cat was trotting down the silent street tail swishing back and forth. He was on the alert though, ears pricked forward and muscles tensed. Anything could go wrong in the city. A car could come roaring down the road or a dog could come. It was risky business, but, Bruno handled all the terrifying possibilities with some iota of grace. 

He stopped, suddenly. A sound had come from behind him, he was certain of it. With wide eyes he turned around expecting the worst.

[Wendigo]

At first, the sounds were far away, distant- a gentle whisper of claws against concrete, echoing off the walls of closed stores and quiet streets. But it built like a storm, roiling and stirring until it was a desperate cacophony of nails against asphalt. Objects fell, the sound of metal and plastic being thrown boomed down the empty street, and in a sudden burst of noise, a silver gray tabby cat leapt into view. He clambered over a garbage can that was blocking the entrance to a small alleyway formed by the close proximity of two quaint little shops. The metal can wavered and shook as the large tom landed heavily upon its lid, but he was just as quickly gone from it, leaping gracefully from the can back to the ground.

He hit with his light paws running, falling into a full and desperate sprint, his blue-green eyes wide with silent terror. Initially, why this was remained unclear. The alley seemed quiet, the garbage can still wavered slightly from when the tabby had leapt from it, but the street stood still and silent despite that. Until a series of loud crashes, one of which sent the empty garbage can flying into the street, batted out of the way like an annoying insect, revealed a small pack of dogs. The lead dog was massive, easily more than a hundred pounds in weight, and it paused at the alley's mouth to shake its massive square head and its large floppy dark-colored ears. His two companions followed suit, stepping out onto the sidewalk. They were smaller and much darker than their cream colored leader, but to a feline, they were still massive, towering and dangerous.

The tabby tom never ceased his desperate escape. Racing up the street, he mentally chided himself for turning this way, spotting the dark figure in the shadow of a street light which he knew was another cat. He should have turned the other way and spared the bystanding tom the danger of being targeted by a vicious pack of dogs. But as it was, they were on a collision course, and sure enough the dogs seemed to spot the second cat almost immediately, as their original target whizzed by him and continued his escape down the road.

The dogs began their pursuit again, the leader still keen on his original tabby striped target while the other two veered slightly, more interested in the newcomer, who was probably just as delicious as the first.

[Anna]

Anna, she was far from home. Her plump structure was shifting as she took from her home. Her green optics where shining brightly in the cool night's darkness. And her spotted tabby pelt was blending, but only slightly.

she came across an area, it was dark. Noises sounded around her, water dripped from various places and dogs bawled. She padded over to where the dogs had been heard, seeing a silver tabby. He was tall,very leggy and long. She saw him staring down at the canines, they where massive! One stay in the middle, it was the largest and most likely the eldest as well. Is shook it's cranium, sending droplets of spit flying. She caught another sent of house cat. Maybe they where wandering away from their home too.

she slowly padded behind the dogs to examine them. A bad choice, of course.  A dog turned - it's jaws where snapping and it's breath smelled foul. It growled and took another snap at her, catching her collar. She shrieked. "Put me down!" It was no use, the dog just had her dangle helplessly. 


The dog shook it's cranium, using Anna as a rag doll, a toy. "Help, someone!" She yowled, swatting at the dog's nose. Why was she so curious? If she was more cautious she wouldn't have been in this trouble.. Dog teeth dug into flesh, and gritted bone. Her yowling continued as the dog threw her into the air, catching her by the back and digging down on spine. A loud and gruesome crunching came as the dog attacked the poor she. But Anna lived on, yowling and thrashing.