Talk:The Alley/@comment-24317997-20131113031347

Phantom looked around, his shy, cowardly side of him out. He hissed in shock when he heard tiny scratches against the alley floor, but dipped his head in shame when he realized it was nothing more than a rat. The tom tentatively padded deeper into the path, his ears swiveled for any noise. He ignored the shadows of the dying trees, the twigs looking menacing in the setting sun. He cloesd his eyes and sighed.

With his vivid green eyes bright in the dying light, he started to head back to his den, way out in the forest outside NightClan, when he heard a shuffle. His violent side took over, and his instincts told him that there was something out there. He pounced where the sound came from, and found a dead mouse at his claws. His eyes darkened and he ripped the flesh off the fresh-kill, it's blood dribbling down his glossy, ruffled black fur.