[COLOR=darkorange][u]Luna[/u]

Her back had been itching all day.

Luna ducked down to rub her head against the edge of the wall. The rest of her body followed up on the movement and soon, she was rubbing her back as best as she could against the concrete. The itch was alleviated somewhat, but not enough, and she flopped down against the wall, rolling over to stretch her paws against it. Then she rolled over on her other side, stretching out again. This was repeated a few more times until she stopped, tail twitching in mild irritation.

At least the weather had been merciful today. Instead of the usual humid heat, the day had been nicely sunny and a cool breeze had been hanging around this area, ruffling her fur. Maybe it was because of the fact that this stretch of blocks sat on a bit of a hill. The squat four-level flats lowered themselves in a neat line to the bottom, a staircase running alongside doorsteps. Its one-sided banister separated the staircase and the ensuing corridor from the gardens - in reality, a railed slope that zig-zagged its way down the hill, but the humans had dedicated their time to fill every inch of grassy space around it with plants of all kinds. Frankly, Luna couldn’t figure out why the humans were so invested in their plants, but they were nice to hide in and the lizards they attracted were a definite bonus. Those flighty eels were tough to catch, but it was fun to try.

On the other side of the zig-zag gardens was a flipped replica of her stretch of blocks and at the bottom of the hill, the slope ended in a pavement that lead to an open playground, walled in by the flats on either side. The pavement was adorned with plants as well, if not more than the slope was, with both potted and grounded ones. The splayed out playground ended at the sheltered pavement that went past the flats, a path where Luna observed usually had a lot of humans. Right now, though, there was only a slow trickle of people. Luna eyed them from where she lay on her side near the top of the staircase. Evening was approaching. 

The scent of her brother had Luna rolling herself upright, glancing once behind herself before looking back at the shelter with disinterest. She sensed him padding up to her, then felt his nose brush against the fur of her back. Looking back to him, she rolled over and away from his inquisitive sniffing, letting the floor scratch her back for her. His nose twitched and he stubbornly walked over to her other side, bending his head low to try again.

Was whatever that was itching her back giving off a smell? Luna thumped her tail in irritation. She hadn’t smelt anything weird from herself. When her brother didn’t back away, she got up, pointedly walking away from him to settle herself down by the banister at the top of the staircase. Just as she was about to sit down, however, she spotted a ball of twitchy orange tottering its way towards the staircase, presumably to head upstairs and join them.

Their mother had probably rejected the kit again. When was the furball going to get that their mother didn’t want them around? Their brother was the only one who could get through to their mother. Her tail twitching, she turned around, meeting her brother’s gaze. He stared evenly back at her. Dear God, was he really expecting her to get along with the little idiot? Her little sister was more annoying than humans teasing her by momentarily withholding food. She stalked away.

The top of the slope and staircases lead out to a pavement perpendicular to them and beyond that, the street. The side of the pavement that faced the street was lined with grass and spaced out trees. There wasn't a human in sight at this time and all was quiet, except for the occasional car that passed. She flopped down under the shade of one, rolling her back against its trunk. The feeling of rough bark rubbing against her skin had her purring, mollified. That was [i]much[/i] better.[/color]