The harsh and stony twoleg road stretched on ahead of Fishface. He eyed down both directions, giving the left and right a long stare; perplexed as to how far on it could possibly go. Had anyone ever seen the end? What lies beyond it? monsters.. dead things.. maybe hoards of twolegs sat at either end of the road. Maybe it was a big deathtrap. But.. it was so repulsive as a trap, how did it manage to lure in so many creatures? The tom could remember finding corpses on it in the past. He would see a dead possum, occasional smushed frog, and here he was now, standing and staring at a dead cat.
The dead feline wasn't an incredibly startling sight. It was a relatively fresh kill, there was blood but no organs were strewn about. Everything stayed in tact as best it could, given the circumstances. Whatever kind of monster had struck the poor cat must not have been hungry. The lanky tom stepped forward and sniffed the dead body, noting it's lack of a clan scent. A loner perhaps? He contemplated what to do.
(if my writing sucks just understand, fishface is on a road looking at a roadkilled cat! join in however you want, any kinda cat is welcome)