It had been some time since Cleo set her eyes on the Twolegplace again. She felt like a different cat... with new scars and some meat on her bones. Sure, she'd done some questionable things at best, thinking back to that tom they'd killed on the clan's territory. But it was necessary, this was all necessary. She couldn't imagine a life outside the Order, and although it'd only been a few moons, Cleo had grown strong and lean, she had a judgmental gaze now, and while ever cautious, she had friends to back her up.
Not bold enough to enter the Twolegplace again, she now hunted on the outskirts, where the grass smelled of cars and the snowdrifts were blackened by the roads. It was a familiar sight, not pleasant or beautiful, but it reminded her of her days with Wolf. She only wished he could've survived longer to see the light of day. She would've taken him to the Order, where he'd become strong. But what had passed was gone, and it was only her.
Assigned to guard the Order's territory by Klaus himself was an honor. At least she wasn't put into an arguably lower rank. Reputation meant everything here, and Cleo could play that game. A bird flitted by her vision, landing amongst the trampled bracken to nibble at a washed-up nut or seed. The she-cat narrowed her eyes and dropped into a crouch, wishing to be able to finally catch a bird as Torn told her. If Torn could do it, so could she, and with a leap, she soared. The bird however, heard her steps and glided away just as fast to a spot beyond the road. The she-cat grumbled under her breath and padded on for more willing prey.
