)Natsume could hear the creaking of the large wooden doors of the warehouse. He was sleeping soundly on the rafters in his cat form. A cat with sleek black fur, no bigger than a domestic cat, but a bit smaller. His gleaming green eyes scanned the ground below him. Eh?... When did they open the doors? He wondered, jumping onto one of the boxes near by and making his way down swiftly. He bound past box after box. His ears flicking with every step that the strange intruders took. Revealing himself as a cat might not help, but it didn't look like this was supposed to consern him in anyway. What would stink though was if someone died in here. It was smell, and Natsume liked his home as it was.
Ryzionad was skulking around, until he noticed some strange sounds coming from an old warehouse. It was own by some strange benifactor that no one knew, but what were some random drunkies doing in there? They couldn't possibly be the owners. Ryzionad glared a bit, knowing something was up. He took some initiative and ran around to the back on near silent feet, slipping in through a hole rotting out in the back. He glared through the darkness and listened, waiting for something to happen.
I think it's good enough to turn this into a public RP)
