Cookie shook her head. "Every bit of food is valuable." She said, a little muffled since her mouth was full. She kept walking, her tail swishing happily behind her. The scent of spaghetti suddenly drifted from one of the buildings in the alley, from one of the lower windows. Cookie stopped, inhaling the delicious scent. She placed the possum down on the alley floor, and walked over until she was just below the window. She then hopped up a couple of crates until she was right in front of the window looking in.

Through the window was a family sitting down to a meal of spaghetti. There was a mother and father, two little girls and two little boys. They all feasted on the homemade spaghetti happily, speaking to each other in tongue she couldn't understand. A pang of sadness rushed through her at the sight of the family, remembering her own human family that her, Emerald, and Scooter had stupidly strayed from and couldn't find their way back. Cookie's tail stopped swishing, but drooped a little instead, her eyes locked on the sight of the family eating together at the table. Another piece of her heart seemed to tear as she watched, her eyes quickly turning dull and saddened. She studied the happy faces of the human family, longing to see the happy faces of her human's once again. But she knew that this wasn't going to happen. She sighed, forcing herself to turn away and brighten up her face again as she turned her face back in the sight of Jinks. She smiled, hopping down the crates and back onto the floor.
"Their spaghetti looks good." She said, faking happiness in her voice easily.
She picked up her possum and waited for Jinks to follow.

"I guess you're right there." Jinks said, setting his mouse down and waiting for her to get off the windowsill. Jinks was no idiot, so he could tell there was sadness in her voice, even when Cookie was trying to hide it. Jinks himself had never had a human family to take care of him, so he didn't understand why she was so sad. "So is that what that smell is?" He asked, taking another whiff of the air. He could tell that staying here wouldn't do any good, so he picked up his mouse and followed her.

Cookie began walking once Jinks started following her again. "Yeah, I never got a taste of it, but it always smelled good when my humans made it. Oh, I guess I should explain first. Me, Emerald, and Scooter lived in a human home at one point. But we wandered off and weren't able to find our way back." Cookie explained, dodging another piece of rotten mashed potatoes on the ground.

"Oh, I never had a human family." Jinks replied, his words muffled by the mouse in his teeth. "But I think it was for the best." he said, moving forward so they were walking side by side. Jinks found it easier to speak this way, so that's how he liked to walk unless otherwise instructed. "If I hadn't been alone all this time, I wouldn't be as quiet or fast if I had been with a family. I'm not saying you're worse than you could be of course." he said quietly, hoping he had avoided insulting one of the leaders of his gang.

Cookie laughed a little at Jink's comment. "That would explain why I can't move without making noise" She said, still laughing a little. "Scooter is average when it comes to being quiet. Emerald is like a ghost most of the time though, it's scary." Cookie said, still grinning with the mouse in her jaws. She tripped over a piece of rotten wood that fell off from one of the barrels leaning on the wall, but regained her balance quickly without dropping her mouse.

Jinks chuckled a little bit at Cookie's accident, but decided to help. "See, you're not as clumsy as you think." he said, waiting for her to catch up. "A normal cat might have dropped that mouse." he said, wondering exactly why he was talking so much. It was very out of character for him to be so kind or sociable. Maybe it was the fact that he got into this gang that made him a bit odd.

Cookie grinned. "A normal cat would have noticed it and stepped over it." She said through a bit of laughter. She then stepped on a sharp pebble, but she managed to hold back a yelp and calmly continue walking, though her paw still remained a bit sore as she continued.