Kass wouldn't exactly say she was living a life of luxury, but the attic above the twoleg fresh-kill pile was quite the home and base for her rag-tag group of friends. The floorboards were always warm due to the strange fire-pits in the silver den of the weird two-leg eating place, and they almost never finished their share of food so the dumpster outside was always full of fresh fish, chicken, and a newly found favorite of Kass', beef.
Snow fell lightly above her as she perched herself over the dumpster, her stomach growling at the thought of what two-leg delicacy she would eat tonight.
The two-leg meeting place would be closing soon, and all of the twolegs would wander out. That meant it was almost time for the meeting. Every other night the small but ever growing group of friends she called the New Order would meet in the attic and reveal any information they'd received around the city.
Typically it was just gossip, but Kass had recently taken on the role of peacekeeper in her territory of the city. Any cat who caused trouble would have to face the claws of justice of her group. Living in the city was hard enough, there was no reason anyone should spread more fear amongst the city cats.
Recently, her gang had ran out a vicious rogue group who had seemed intent on causing mayhem. They'd won, but in the end Kass had lost a life. She was surprised to find her connection with StarClan still strong, but as it remained she had 3 lives left.
While she'd been running with her group for close to four moons now, she had never disclosed her time in the clans with them. She hadn't deemed it necessary when so few knew of their existence. What if she told the wrong person and put her kits in danger? The secrets of the clans and StarClan were something which needed to be protected. To her followers, and the mass of onlookers during her battle, it had simply seemed as if she had returned from the dead.
She settled on some cheesy chicken remains and leaned down to remove them from the top of the pile. She dragged the strips out and dug in, humming at the delightful taste on her tongue.
M I D N I G H T
"Kass," a young voice called sheepishly from the alleyway. Approaching the dilute calico was a small black kitten, her dark form standing out sharply against the whiteness of the snow that fell around them. At only five moons old, the kit had just recently joined with Kass and her group. Despite her dark fur, the scarlet tint of fresh lacerations that clung to her body still stood out. The young thing had fled her home after her family and companions had turned on her and left her for dead. She sought out shelter and had found herself a group of loners and rogues that protected each other against the harsher realities of life.
She had heard the rumors about an otherworldly sort of feline that couldn't be killed and had latched herself almost desperately onto the rogue. Despite her status and her seemingly out-of-reach persona, Kass had always been kind to her. Perhaps because she was so young, perhaps she pitied her because her own kin tried to take her life, Midnight did not know. But she relished the safety she was given under her wing.
Her stomach growled at the scent of the chicken strips the other feline gnawed at, though she knew better than to so much as even think about trying to take a bite out of someone else's food in the city. Her wounds still ached as they fought off infection and she didn't fancy tasting anyone else's claws anytime soon, even if she was too small to climb into the dumpster herself.