Prowler slipped back into the Sleeping Alley, silently making his way to his spot upon a dumpster. His movements were fluent and percise, making no disturbance whatsoever but in the dust. Lying down, he began to examine his claws as he licked the street grime from the white hairs.
Flashpoint awoke to see him lie down, but paid him no mind. He was just the Enforcer. Just a tool, probably running some scout mission for Emerald. Who cares? Nightfall was about to take over the city. She rose to her paws and stretched, her jaws spreading wide and her body rippling.

Emerald heard movement from below in the alley. She jumped off the patio table and peered over the side of the building into the alley. She saw that Flashpoint had awoken and the tip of Prowl's tail showed from under the dumpster, but didn't saw anything. She turned back around and walked back over to the patio table. She lied down on it, going back to watching the sun sink into the waters. She felt calm, knowing that only she could be up here watching the sun. Oddly, she took pleasure in knowing she was seperate from the rest of the world, if not only a little bit. As the sun sank lower she began to think about the humans she once lived with, and, like every sunset, tried to remember the route back home. She rested her head on her front paws, the orange and pink sunset reflecting in her deep green eyes.

Flashpoint finished her stretch and looked to the sky. Had she not been in the alley, yes, perhaps it would be a very beautiful sunset to watch. She looked back towards the others before hopping down from her crate to the grimy concrete. Supressing another yawn, she trotted out into the sidewalk

Chance's powerful figure trotted through the bitter cold of the evening. A large blanket of clouds blocked the sun that shone above him, but that didn't matter. The real thing was not food or shelter, but satisfaction. Chance felt the need to move in the shadows and meet someone like him. Maybe, he was a one of a kind, who could possibly be like him? Likewise. Chance perked his ears, then heard a crash. It didn't make him jump, just flinch. Metal scraping metal. Ugh. Then he saw his opportunity to get some kicks out of this dreary atmosphere.

Chance jumped skillfully yet elegently onto a dumpster followed by a jump onto a aparament window side. He saw the cats below, and grew interested. He had clearly been seen by the others. His tail balancing the male as he turned and along the buildings sides lower and closer to them. He cocked his head to one side, concentrated on the cats.

Emerald's ears pricked immiedatly at the sound. She stood, and leaped gracefully down from the patio table. She peered over the edge again to see a male on top of a dumpster, looking out onto the others. Emerald hissed lowly, only enough for her alone to hear. She did a little trick of hers by going half way down the ladder then jumping silently onto a ledge behind the dumpster, the male most likely stll not noticing her. She then leaped from the ledge and knocked the tresspasser off the dumpster and down onto the hard cold alley floor. As she now stood high on the dumpster, the tresspasser and her other gangmates were on the alley floor.
"Who are you tresspasser?" Emerald hissed fiercely, her face angry and her body in a position to strike at him like a knife.

Prowler suddenly looked up in time from his own dumpster to watch the newcomer land on the ground, he stood, arching his body and hissing deeply, loud enough to wake those light sleepers. "Answer her, tresspasser!"

Flashpoint heard the hisses and turned back into the Sleeping Alley. When she assesed what was going on, she herself took up a fearsome pose, her claws scraping the dingy concrete.

The cold floor hit Chance's face hard, he grunted in pain before lifting his head. His vision first to the leader than to her pack.. "Calm your little worlds out. I do not mean harm." He reponsed and then realising what he had done. His throat was dry and he forced himself to gulp. The slender yet strong body stood his tail thicker than before

"My name is Chance, Im a loner. I live in this city." He called to the lead female. A certain something to his voice. Chance gulped again as much as he would like to think that he could escape the chances of that where growing thinner and thinner, every time he spoke. Maybe he would just be quiet next time he taunted in his head.

Emerald raised an eyebrow at his first comment, finding it slightly amusing how regret flashed through his eyes almost right after he had said it. It was clear in her eyes she was finding it amusing as well. She decided to have a little fun. "And exactly who do you think your talking to, Chance?" She replied to his first comment, pretending to be angry about it to see what he would do.

Cookie Dough and Scooter awoke to Prowler's hissing, though Cookie's eyelids remained only half open. Scooter and Cookie looked over to the newcomer, taking up a threatening pose. They then saw Emerald's eyes and knew she was beginning to toy with him. They both slightly grinned, but kept up their poses.

Chance's ears perked forward at the sound of another cat. He caught her glace and looked away but then back to her again. "Me?.." He said. The brute tail flicked behide him as he broke out in a small grin. "You havent told me your name yet" He accounced.

Yes. Chance your dead now. He told himself again. But being without company, rules or an alpha. Had seriously changed his thoughts. Chance searched though the faces of the different cats surrounding him.