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Click. Click. Click. Went her sturdy wooden sandals, though they looked like blocks of just plain wood to most, but they were comfortable and that's all the bombay cared about. Her arms were folded within the sleeves of her kimono and hair done up just so, perhaps she was meeting someone? Doubt it... Turning another corner and into the apparently 'crowded' alley way. Deep green eyes regarded the other cats and for what they were before she picked a somewhat clean path around the trash and junk.

"What a meeting place for the riff raff." The bombay sulked as her ears flattened back into her matching black hair.

Her tail twitched behind her as she moved to walk away from them, she was higher classed, or thought she was anyways and didn't think they were good enough, ok maybe that wasn't too true. But she did seem to have better things on her mind then muck around in some alley. Stopping a moment she regarded the male atop the crate before turning her head away. Hmph...

[[ Sorry, xD She ain't exactly the nicest of cats. ]]

He seemed so skittish. Was Belle really all that intimidating? She couldn't help but laugh at the thought of anybody being weary of her. "Waiting for somebody?" She wondered curiously as the Singapura spoke. He seemed pretty young so maybe it was a guardian or an older figure for the adorable fellow to look up to. Was he inviting her up all the sudden? Of course, she would be much more comfortable up there, without having to tilt her head back at this uncomfortable angle, but it seems like she wont get that chance because the boy was interrupted by a sudden call that even startled Belle.

Spinning around quickly, she caught sight of a painfully charming young bobtail. "Oh! Demi, dear! I was just trying to find a place to rest while the noise out there died down." This cat was always looking out for her it seemed, and Belle was incredibly flattered but she still had that small tingle of pride that wanted to tell the spunky little girl that she was just fine. She glanced up quickly at the kitten who curled back out of site on the crate. "Oh, apparently that's Eryn." She smiled at Demi before leaping up on the edge of the crate and glancing at the pretty kitty. "Don't be shy. She's nice. I'm Belle." She gave a polite bow. Something she was accustom to doing for the first greeting.

From out of the corner of Belle's bright blue eyes she could spot an interesting character come clip clopping down the alley way. Her apparel very distinct and the posture of her was something to take notice of. She wondered who the lady might be but she wasn't about to approach her on account of her bitter behavior. This little Ragamuffin wasn't all to pleased with moody rude kitties.

Belle was sure to let her eyes wander over the little Singapura, taking in all the details she could to remember him by. "You're an adorable little thing," she spoke softly so not to startle him. Whenever the little fancy cat gave compliments she was sure to make them sincere. "Why, you mustn't be afraid. I'm being honest. I'm not going to harm you, Eryn." She crouched down a little bit trying to make herself seem smaller and more defenseless, wondering if maybe or not that might work with this timid little kitty. Then, out of nowhere it seemed, he looked behind him, Belle's eyes not following his stare because she thought it was nothing. "Ery-" before she could finish his name he shouted excitedly and Belle just had to look now.

There, just beyond the fence. An older, must more skilled cat was making his way up over the fence, over to where Eryn and Belle were seated just on top of the crate. She widened her eyes and didn't like the looks of the guy, because well. He was a guy and he was older, and Belle didn't want to take any chances if he thought that she was messing with his friend. She leaped back down from the wooden crate and rushed over behind the bobtail, feeling like having a closer friend beside her meant she was safer for some reason.

Demi watched the small male on the crate carefully as he was timidly introduced. "Eryn, huh." She mewed softly, tasting the name. She decided that he wasn't at all a threat, and shifted her attention towards the sound of clopping approaching them. It sounded nearly like Belle's shoes, but, heavier somehow. The woman that strode past them held the Bobtail's attention a little longer as she took in her clothes. The colors were a little too dark and morbid for her liking, but the style intrigued her. Any fascination was swiftly cast aside, however, when the older female opened her mouth. She had the same prissy attitude as Princess, it seemed, but something about her was slightly more irritating. "Riff Raff, eh? Speak for yourself," She sneered at the other female, eying the mass of curls that was her tail, "Do you even groom yourself in the morning? Your tail looks like a sheep's a**." Demi had really only seen a sheep once, and this cat's tail really didn't resemble the wool at all, but it sounded good. She was tempted to wander off after the haughty cat, feeling her fur fluff up a little at the prospect of upsetting her, but the sudden presence of Belle scurrying behind her halted her in her tracks.

She blinked at the Ragamuffin in question before tossing a glance back at Eryn; had he done something to her? What met her eyes was another, older tom standing beside the younger. "Where did you..." She began, then shut her mouth again and sighed, "Whatever, are you this guy's companion?" The little bobtail nearly wanted to giggle at the comical way he let his ear flop over. "Don't worry Princess, if this guy's intentions are anything but nice, I'll protect you." Demi tossed over her shoulder at the fluffy cat as she placed a hand at her hip. She was becoming aware of the Ragamuffin's ability to care for herself, but she still liked the idea of playing the hero.

Theissen looked at the two females then back over at little Eryn, who looked a little put out that the little ragamuffin was scared. Letting his ear swivel back up to attention when he was called upon, he simply nodded when asked if he was the kitten’s companion of sorts. He wasn’t one for many words one could say, but it seemed this situation he should probably speak as to not seem so frightening.

”I take care of Eryn yes….” Theissen replied, his voice very calm and smooth. “I mean no harm, I merely returned to see how he was doing… however if my presence is troubling them I can leave and return once you’re gone”

Eryn brightened up again as the older cat explained himself then looked to Belle. “He’s like my older brother! His names Theissen! He may look real scary but he’s a big softie!” he piped up brightly in his friends defense. “So please don’t be scared!” Eryn said gently. The singapura seemed to have relaxed quite a bit as if knowing his older friend was near by to keep tabs on him.