* White-dipped paws brought him along a splintering wooden fence, the chipping divider between twoleg gardens and dens but one that was easily navigated nonetheless. Maybe he considered it to be something as a last goodbye to the birds over which he'd domineered for the past 6 moons of his life, but otherwise his journey had little purpose. Just tracing the wooden borders, watching the sun slowly set over the neighbourhood, his neighbourhood, thoughrouly webbed at every angle, through every alley. They knew who he was, and now, they'd finally be free of his isolated reign. How boring. Wherever this great move brought them he could only hope there will be another community to place his racket over, with stronger supports, with a model now perfected from the test run. He'd have more stuff, and more things than ever before. What more could a businessman ask for in life?
He moved to rest on a post, watch the stretching shadows cast by twoleg-nest grow longer the lower the sun sank. He should probably head back to his room soon, but he wasn't quite ready to turn his eyes to the near future just yet.
PARADOX? sorry its a tad short :,)