Tyran walked with purpose. His head was held high, showing off the peircings on his right ear. Three small gold bands gripped the black toms ear. He had gotten them from his ex two-leg. Although he can't remember how or when this was done to him, but since he could remember they had always been there.
The ex kittypet led his followers through a narrow alley way. They called themselves the "Black Lotus Gang" They were assassins. Killing those who they didn't like, or who seemed to be getting to much power. They worked for others sometimes. For a price of crouse.
But today was a boring day, with nothing going on what so ever. Saddly.