Manx didn't reply. He always got nervous with this sort of thing. Often, one kitty who liked him would hate him for saying no, but another would overwork it if he said yes.

Sakura zoomed around the corner she saw two cats. Her scratches hurting. She had one injury that blood was puring out of. "Can anyone help." She shouted. She layed down on the floor.

-

Kiba was rummaging in the bin when he found a peice of fres chicken. "I hate bins there full of dirt." He said whilst dragging the chicken in his teeth. He sat dwn and ate in.

Manx sighed and looked at the ground. "Random cat #5..." He muttered as he turned to look at the cat. Sure, she was cut bad, but she was being a bit too dramatic. "Seriously? Your whining about tiny little cuts? Its not like your dying or anything."

"It's not my cuts It's the dogs behind me."She said as 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 appeared. They were all king sheperds. They were all leaning over the cats.

Manx wasn't the least phased. He could already see Darrah coming up behind the dogs.

Darrah made a flying leap from a fence onto the first dog. She sent it running away crying for mommy. She set off five others, then glared at the rest.

Sakura got up and pounced onto number 6 and bit his back. she jupped off as it ran for it's mum and the over dogs followed.

-

Kiba came around the corner to see what all the fuss was about. "Darrah. Is that you?"He asked nicely.

Darrah bullied a few other dogs then turned to see who called her name. "Yes, why?"

Manx tilted his head. "I'm sure she didn't mean it that way."

Manx sighed and shook his head.

Darrah finished off the dogs and kept staring at the cat who had called her name.

Sakura stopped as she realised the other cat was following her.

-

"Darrah do you not reconise me?" He asked

Darrah shrugged. "Can't say I remember you but I remember seeing you before. How do you know my name?" She curled her tail around her front paws and her tail tapped the ground calmly. She couldn't quite find the cat's name, though she did now something. She was sure of it.

Darrah tilted her head. "You don't deny that you lived in a large house, taken from your mother at birth and thrown out the next year?"