Life of an exiled bafoon

Soulfang let out a loud hiss as a passing cat stared at him. He had been exiled for awhile now and couldn't exactly make it to the barn, so the alleyways of Twolegplace would have to do.

He didn't have much trouble getting here, he remembered that time he went searching for food on other territories and found that white she-cat. She was going to run off here, but a weakling like her wouldn't make it. Especially if she couldn't even defend her own life against the brute who now skirted the territory. Scars littered his pelt from fights with other alley cats. Fights never stopped around here whether they be about territory, food, she-cats, other cats in general, and other things.

Maybe the exile life wasn't that simple after all.

After a long while of sitting there in boredom, Soulfang stood from his resting place and walked towards the forest. He didn't make a step towards them once he reached the fence though, he just followed along the side of said fence instead.