[Espy]

Ciaran slunk through the back alley, keeping track of details he had never founf the need to take note of before. A small alcove here, a door there...Something smelled of pie overhead. He could sense, no, feel, many pairs of eyes boring into his pelt. For a normal cat, that would be unnerving. Actually...the just the alley would be unnerving in itself, eh... Ciaran's ears pricked up at footsteps scuttling around behind him.

He twisted around, claws unsheathed, and stood up with a mouse clamped tightly under his paws. Glaring at his surroundings, the Abyssinian made sure no one would come charging for his kill, picked up the mouse in his jaws, and made his way towards the shop.