Nightshade made is way out of the alleyway, keeping to the shadows. His black fur made this easy. The scents along the air made his mouth water, yet there was another scent as well. Fresh cat scent.<br/><br/>He followed the scent until he came upon two cats in the clearing. He stayed silent and waited downwind to find out what they were talking about.<br/>-------------------------------------------------------<br/>Storm led her sister through the undergrowth hoping to catch wind of some prey.