[Passion Pit]

The Ragamuffin flicked her tail as she watched the other cats hoist the unconscious cat onto the Russian Blue's back. Could she help? She'd only get in the way. She licked a bit of dust from her chest fur and watched them cross the street. So that was it then, huh? Gone without another word? She really screwed up this time. She stood up and her stomach rumbled. Between having no food and the days excitement, she was feeling rather weak.

Before she could turn and saunter off, she noticed the Russian Blue crossing the street back towards her. She swept her fluffy tail against the pavement and licked her muzzle. She tried to look as friendly and innocent as possible... the last thing she needed right now was a fight.

She sat back on her haunches in relief when the other cat spoke; poor thing was more nervous than she was. "Food?" Her ears flicked at the mentioning of a somewhat-full stomach. "Anything will do, I haven't eaten in a couple of days." She mewed softly. "I've been traveling for quite a while..." Her tail swished softly. "You causing trouble? What do you mean? I was the one careless enough to step into the road... I made your friend get hurt..." She stood up and took a step forward, her gleaming pale blue eyes wide.