Coming back {open}

[Comet]

A sleek, muscular she cat slunk through the alley. Her silver bengal fur shimmered. Her bright yellow orbs scanning the place for a friend. This cat was named Comet. She had lived most of her life in this very alley. She had lost a true friend here. Strike was his name.
He had died here, killed by a car. Comet had buried his body in a grassy place near the alley. She padded over and saw that the stones she had placed above the grave were still there. Comet sighed. She sat down beside the mound of dirt, tears rolling down her cheeks. She hated humans with all her heart. They had killed her real family and her best friend. The silver she cat lied down beside the mound, scenting the air, just hoping he was alive, somewhere out there, waiting for her to come home.

[Poppy]

Poppy scented the air.The sent despair came strongly from aroun the corner.Turning the corner Poppy spotted a silver bengal cat crying.Poppy padded cautiously over,"Are you ok?"she asked.

[Comet]

Comet whipped around she hissed and stood over the grave. Comet hated other cats, especially around her best friend's grave. Her fur bristled, warning the cat.
"Get away from Strike." She snarled, claws unsheathed.