"Home sweet home"
He sighed, his golden yellow eyes dancing happily. He smiled fondly at the village houses, carelessly running a paw over the grey stones as he walked further into the centre of town.
Eli leant against a tree, in disbelief that he was actually back. He ran a paw through his long, shaggy black hair which came down over his eyes and over his cat ears.
His gaze lowered to his legs, which were covered thickly in mud and dust. He grinned and dropped down, removing his battered patched bag as his tail flicked side to side gently. He rested his back against the tree and closed his eyes, listening to the bird song.
Eli was 17, and stood 5ft 10", slim but muscular, covered head to toe in short black fur. Silver stripes glittered along his arms, legs, tail, back and face: you couldn't look anywhere without there being a silver stripe. His eyes were golden yellow, powerful and confident, with a hint of mischeif.
He wore a stone around his neck, the same colour as his eyes, which he played with absenmindedly as he sat against the tree. His ragged black shorts were cut at the knee, and his white top hung loosely, with only one shoulder left.
Eli stood, his ears twitching slightly as he picked up his bag and leapt into the branches of the tree. He settled himself amongst the branches, one foot dangling over the side of a branch.
He watched the village below, slowly taking in his home.