@samiam

Calypso raised her head from where she lay at the entrance to the tunnels. The gaping hole like the earths mouth ready to swallow up any who entered. Calypso watched cats pass by with little interest. The likelihood of an enemy walking right into the center of Regime territory would be like a mouse walking into a cats waiting claws. It would be foolish. The mercenary scrapped her large sharp claws on the hard floor and sighed loudly. She needed to get out. Her father, Red, had always been the one who took her own when she was just a young cat. He taught her everything she knew. He had meant so much to her. Her mother as well. But Red had been her rock. Rising to her paw she shook our her long thick pelt. Its white, black, brown, and amber hues brightening as dust was ridden from it.