Rogue Antics (Open)

A large black feline, a well-known rogue known as Beau, slipped out of an alley. He held his head high, as he had a pigeon clamped in his jaws. In this part of the city, prey was hard to come across. Yet, the tom had managed to catch the bird. Glancing around, he warily narrowed his eyes. Other strays had the habit of trying to take each others' meals. Beau wasn't going to let that happen. He ducked under a dumpster, wrinkling his nose at the scent. However, it'd mask the smell of the freshly-caught pigeon, so it'd be a good enough hiding spot. He quickly bit into the bird, his sharp eyes wide open.
Thankfully, no cat attacked him. Leaving the scraps behind, Beau crawled out from under the dumpster and out of the alley, licking the blood off his jaw. He trotted along the sidewalk, swiftly winding around two-legs. When one tried to pet him, the tom swiftly dodged it. Sure, he had lived with them for most of his life, but things have changed. He didn't hate them, but he wasn't about to let them pet him. Well... unless he wanted to mooch them into giving him some of their food. Beau knew how to be 'cute', due to his time as a show cat.  However, he only did that when desperate. Beau was a good enough hunter, so there was no need for that, usually.

Krios was hiding in the shadows as he didn't like two-legs. He noticed a black cat winding his way through the two-legs though he didn't recognise him he could tell that the cat was well known around these parts. He was in an unfamiliar part of two-leg place but he knew how to get back to his normal place. Krios was more of a alley cat so he used them to get around occasionally using fences. The black cat intrigued him as he dodged past one that tried to touch him. If he was okay with walking among them why doesn't he let them touch him? He pushed it to the back of his mind as he turned back into the alley and started heading towards he area of two-leg place he was familiar with