She should have, she reflected wanly, taken up with that Raven girl all those years ago. But no, she had wandered off again determined to be independent but mostly, if she really admitted to herself, because she was too nosy by half and a tiny bit afraid of wearing out her welcome.
So she'd spent the last several years as yet another alley cat, clawing her way (sometimes literally) through the world to survive. Her fur was a matted mess, more dusty grey than the once distinctive black and white. Her star was hidden under a mess of mud and detritus. For once, however, she was too on edge to notice.
This was a night like any other - a prime time to find food - but that wasn't what had her searching every shadow. She felt something deep down in her gut; the sour, tangy whiff of order, but more importantly, the distinctive odor of another cat. The former was likely just another senshi on patrol, but the latter could cause her a real headache if she didn't send them running.
Sylvia refused to compete with some other mangy, back alley cur.
She yowled wordlessly into the darkness to warn off the interloper. Nevermind that she'd only taken up here last week, one had to set boundaries. Street cats could be so bothersome otherwise.
Saint Sergio
it could also be a battle if you want idc up 2 u
