- russet

the city streets were pouring down rain, the tapping of the raindrops on roofs and occasional thunder almost synchronized in sound with the small pattering of pawsteps. one of the cats you were familiar with, yet not exactly befriended, had came back to the dark, secretive alleyway that your colony called home. in his jaws, he was carrying a plump rat that he had caught, and he sat down, his brown tabby fur, tinted with a reddish, was straightened down against his sides. he let out a soft huff as he sat down, and he parted his jaws and craned his neck down to eat the rat. the scent mixed in with the blowing wind and somewhat earthy scent of the rain.