Pyro
The female sighed, rolling her eyes. She was older then this cat. "Yes, but your still remarkably young. I said I sleep here, I don't waste my life in this ally. It would make sense you never saw me before." She was starting to grow tired by Solitaire's constant chatter against her. Can't she live and let live without taunting someone? Pyro thought. Pyro scavenged pizza crust from the bins quickly, then rested between the gutter and the rodent hole, chewing and pulling apart the bread. "You better watch yourself 'darling', I'm three years older then you, I don't have a problem kicking your butt out of this alley- I saw you come from another alley; not this one. Therefore you are still nothing more then a stranger to me. Those 'shady' cats that you spoke of earlier? I think I found another one." She flashed Solitaire a sweet smile before gesturing to a old box lined with dusty bed-fillings and discarded cloth hidden in a corner. She wanted to end this, and make a point she was tired of the kitten. "That makeshift bed has my scent all over it. I guess you can say I 'live' here, but you probably haven't been to this particular restaurant. In fact, this restaurant owner knows me- we're not friends, he just doesn't like me tipping cans over." Pyro unsheathed her claws, not minding the conversation they had about not fighting before. "Just a warning." The five years she lived here, she rarely seen a cat come to this corner- She guessed this must have been mistaken for another food-filled alley. But she snickered, knowing this cat won't last long, picking long fights with others who simply commented about something silly- her comment about greed earlier was more good-humored then accusing.
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