The stone wall was warm because the other side of it housed the baker's oven. It was additionally protected from the elements of wind and water by the wall of the woodshed and the overlapping eve. As such, the grimalkin had found it suitable for his needs, the spot was rarely disturbed and kept him warm during the night. Honestly he could have found a safe berth anywhere, but as he favored sleeping in his natural form, the shapeshifter found the alley behind the baker's shop attractive. His blue-gray fur was distinctive in the daylight, but at night it made him little more that a shadow within a shadow against the stone.
This one must remember to return here tomorrow night, he thought. It seems safe, and perhaps I could ingratiate myself to the baker in exchange for keeping away the rodents.
Waking was a carefully choreographed process. First his surroundings were surveyed for anything out of place. Second, all fur must be thoroughly cleansed, from ears to tail. Last of all, a yawn and a full body stretch, and he was ready to begin his day. The baker's water-barrel collected rain for their solitary horse to drink - no one would mind if a few sips were stolen to slake the feline's thirst. Cleansed and sated, the grimalkin set off down the alley for his first full day in Reajh.
A city such as this, this one is sure to find a suitable keeper. Ah, but it must not get it's hopes up. Be steady, this one needs to stay sharp to avoid trouble in a place such as this.
He was a grimalkin, an unowned and therefor unbonded grimalkin, thus the lack of name. He could not even think of himself with a name without first acquiring an owner, and so he was stuck with thinking of himself in terms of "it" and "this one". Unfortunately, he had become rather choosey in the course of his travels, and as time progressed, it seemed he would never find a worthy owner.
Pessimism aside, the nameless grimalkin considered the lay of the streets from the roof of the wainwright's shop. A feline of his size would surely stand out if he descended to street level, but perhaps that's exactly what was needed in a city of this density. An ordinary form would appear, well, ordinary. This one craved attention, and attention best came from those that had more free time than these tradesmen and laborers passing below him. Descending from the wainwright's building, it padded through the streets urgently, ignoring startled looks from the folks beginning their day's work. Pale green eyes searched the masses for something - he juse didn't know what yet.
By midday he was hungry again, that and very, very lost. Morose, he flopped down on a curb and rested his head on his paws for a moment. Those treading the sidewalk make a wide berth around the strangely large feline. For all his great size, he looked like nothing more than a housecat and perhaps that helped a bit in keeping people's reactions from being completely alarmed. After a while he raised his head again, and with a resolute expression on his face, he addressed the nearest person in a clear and concise voice.
"Excuse me, would you know where this one could find a bite to eat? I am quite lost in this city."
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First post, sorry it took me a while to get started guys, holidays and family and all that!
