Imagining

==Imagining==
1 Book Story
                                                                     Prologue
Alabama woke up, dazed. She felt like she was still dreaming. Her paws ached from the night before, as she had been chasing rogues off the territory all day. Albama heard rustling outside, which startled her. She carefully stepped around her teammate, Rain, and made her way to the middle of their small camp. 
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Alabama had run away with three other colleagues of hers, their names and identities being:
Rain - a small gray-blue she-cat with amber eyes ~ trustworthy|100%
Acid - muscular dark gray tom with green acidy eyes ~ colleague/unknown|43%
Gateway - sturdily built light golden tom with blazing yellow eyes ~ colleague/unknown|52%
Alabama had known Rain a long time, as they grew up in their nursery and other dens together. Rain had hardly known Acid or Gateway at first, but easily along the voyage, she has gotten to know them, but hasn't really decided if she can trust them or not.
Alabama was born on a twoleg farm in Georgia. Her twolegs got older, and as time drew on, they had to move to a nursing home, leaving Alabama behind, stranded, alone to fend for herself. In that time period she met Rain, also a loner, as her twolegs had kicked her out.
Alabama bonded with Rain, and they figured they had more in common than they realized. Rain had two other friends, being Acid and Gateway. Alabama was skeptical at first, but decided to go with it.
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Alabama hurried through the broken ruins of the old tattoo parlor, and found Acid and Gateway arguing over who needed to hunt. It seemed important, so Alabama turned around and started to climb up the crumbling staircase, creaking with every pawstep. 
Rain awoke too, eyes half closed, and face jumbled and confused at the arguing. Alabama told her about the argument, and Rain rolled her eyes, and followed Alabama to the small compartment which stored small ammounts of prey, including small crows, pigeons, rats, and, if they were lucky, small voles.
The arguing stopped, and all seemed quiet in the broken, rustic building.