Syndus | Male | 2 Years Old | Longhaired Whippet | West End Prowlers Spy
Mentions: None [Open]

"We need better protection!" The ginger tom hissed, voice rising in volume as he continued on. "They've chased all of the cats out of their territory, or else killed them. We can't remain within the Pack's borders any longer under these conditions. Something needs to be done if you want us to continue spying for your lot. I won't risk anymore lives!"

Syndus frowned grimly as he stared down at Blaze, leader of the local cat colony the West End Prowlers had managed to employ as an extra set of eyes and ears across the border. Syndus himself had been a big part of convincing the felines they needed to join forces and guilt washed over him as Blaze glared up at him accusingly. "I understand," he finally responded, forcing an even tone that wouldn't give away his inner emotions. "Take care of your own. I'll contact you if anything changes." The cat gave a haughty snort as if he didn't believe him before scurrying over the fence that blocked the alley they had met in and disappeared from sight. Syndus sighed before darting out of the alley, not wanting to be caught there alone so close to Tony's territory. As far as the Pack knew he was just another stray, but no dog could be too careful.

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Razor | Male | 5 Years Old | Mackenzie Valley Wolf x German Shepherd Dog | Pack Soldier
Mentions: Tony, Kallik

Razor rested on the cold concrete a few paces away from where Kallik sat staring at the sky, soon after muttering something about a cat. His ears twitched briefly, but he made no comment and only lifted his head when Tony started trotting off on his own. Dutifully rising to his paws, the wolfdog trailed after the smaller male at a respectable distance, but close enough to intervene if any canine tried something funny. He hadn't been verbally invited along, but it didn't seem wise for any leader to wander the streets alone regardless of how big or small they were. "Alpha," he called softly, voice rough from lack of use. "May I accompany you?"

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Kiya | Female | 4 Years Old | Belgian Malinois | Pack Advisor
Mentions: None [Open]

Kiya prowled along the border, nose close to the ground as West End Prowler scent became especially prominent. "They've been here recently," she grunted to herself, outraged to find someone had been bold enough to step on their side of the street briefly. The scent of dead rat lingering in the air seemed to suggest they had chased prey over and Kiya bared her teeth at the thought of it. If she ever caught one of those mongrels on this side of the border she would shred them.

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Aria | Female | 3 Years Old | Beauceron | Neutral Associate
Mentions: None [Open]

A loud clang echoed through the alley as a trash can unceremoniously dumped its contents all over the ground. Aria was quick to snatch up any edible scraps, brown eyes glancing toward the alleyway entrance every now and then to make certain no dog was trying to sneak up on her or steal her meal. It had been a full two days since she'd eaten last and desperation drove the Beaceron to feasting on garbage, something she had been too proud to do up until now. Her dignity stung, but a belly full of trash was better than an achingly empty one.

Razor | Male | 5 Years Old | Mackenzie Valley Wolf x German Shepherd Dog | Pack Soldier
Mentions: Tony

A shudder ran down the wolfdog's spine at the mention of war, but he offered no reply. Part of him still didn't quite understand the need for any of this. Why serve as rivals when life was hard enough on the streets? He kept such thoughts to himself however, certain they would be unappreciated among his packmates. "Should we plan an attack?" Razor asked softly, assuming that was what Tony was getting at. He couldn't say much else before the scent of blood wafted over the pair. Hackles rising, he moved to stand close behind his Chihuahua leader in case whoever had caused the bloodshed decided to make an appearance.

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Aria | Female | 3 Years Old | Beauceron | Neutral Associate
Mentions: Richie

After she had finished consuming anything worth eating Aria stared down at the mess at her paws and wondered briefly if she should try cleaning it up. After some thought she concluded it was the humans problem and moved to the alleyway entrance, poking her head around the corner to make sure she was still alone before venturing out onto the street. Her gaze swept the area before landing on the alley she knew the West End Prowler leader Richie tended to hang out. She couldn't see him from her position and wondered briefly if he was down there right now. The thought of the large Mastiff coming to investigate the racket she had created was not a pleasant one and she quickly hurried on down the sidewalk.

Aria | Female | 3 Years Old | Beauceron | Neutral Associate
Mentions: Richie

The sound of rushing pawsteps filled her ears and Aria didn't even stop to glance back at her pursuer before picking up the pace, little more than a blue-gray and tan blur racing down the street. Richie's heavy footsteps and booming bark were already clue enough as to who was chasing her. Despite making an attempt at fleeing the scene she was strangely calm. The icy grip of fear hadn't yet taken hold of her and for some reason she found running from the intimidating leader more exhilarating than terrifying as it should have been. The Beauceron made a flying leap as she darted down a narrow alley, scaling the dead end wall easily before touching down on the other side. The landing sent a painful jolt up her legs, but she continued on, hoping the move might have thrown the Mastiff off or at least slowed him down a bit.

She finally dared to gaze over her shoulder to see if Richie had followed her, which would ultimately be her downfall as she hurtled face-first into a tall fence barring her path, the steely mesh bouncing her back a few inches. Aria cursed under her breath before quickly scanning the area for a new escape route and finding there was a space clawed into the ground at the fence's far end. She doubted she would make it though in time and came to accept she would have to face the formidable dog if he chose to follow her. She would rather present a strong front than be caught with her front on the other side of the fence while trying to squeeze her rump through the small hole or even worse get stuck when Richie made his appearance.