It was a decision caught in a web, ensnared in limbo until she gave it an ultimatum. Would she press further into the belly of the city, or would she turn back now and run for the refuge of camp?

The lines of her expression were hard as she remembered that she was an assassin in training now — she really ought to be shadowing Regulus or Bermondsey at the moment, not roving about the city like a lost kitten. But the city evolved under her paws everyday; more two-leg nests seemed to sprout from the two-leg rock, more novelties and baubles rashed within their walls, and more strange cats passed through daily to fight, chat, or anything in between. It was hard to resist the beckoning of discovery.

Despite it being mid-day, the sun was hidden behind a sky dark and angry with clouds, grey dome over a grey world. Distant thunder rumbled, a last warning for Elizabeth, pressing her to make a decision before a downpour trapped her in a locale for the foreseeable future.

She cursed as a single fat drop exploded on her grey head. All had been calm and blue when she’d set out for a hunt this morning. But that purpose had been absolved; she could still taste the iron tang coating her mouth, the remnants of the sweet hot blood that had run down her throat. She had no more reason to be out here... she ought to turn back... but just as she began to turn her haunches, it was too late; another raindrop landed on her shoulders. Then her tail. And soon, the whole world was a shower. She had no choice but to dash into the nearest building; one squatter than the other two-leg nests, and red and white; practically the only color in sight. Her silver coat was slate grey and dripping by the time she leaped through the darkness of its open square entrance.

[ the building is an abandoned circus tent if anyone wants to have their kitty lounging in there or something ]