4th Winter, 511 - 7th Bell
Early morning was the best time to wander around this part of the city. However loud the humans were at night, they usually fell asleep by this point. Kit roamed around the streets, nibbling the occasional bit of discarded edible things. He knew better by now than to try to actually go inside the buildings to eat; he'd been chased out enough times to not want to risk getting whacked with a broom anymore.
He had figured out, however, that the buildings with the most food tended to leave some of it at the ends of some alleyways. These were always hidden far away from where the big stompers liked to walk, but Kit had found their secret hiding places, feeling quite proud of his cleverness. He dug into the pile of human leftovers, enjoying the feast immensely.
He didn't notice until it was too late, but he heard the big thumps of a stomper behind him! He tried to find a way to flee, but the alley was a dead end.
A trap! These fiendish stompers! They set a trap for me! They baited me with food and cut off my escape! Well I'll show them not to mess with me. They'd better stay away, or else! These thoughts raced through his head and his tail raised up, displaying his anxiety.
Turning to face the threat, he could barely make out a the tall, blurry shape of a lone stomper. He hissed in warning, arching his back to make himself appear large and threatening. Every muscled tensed, every sense alert, Kit waited to see what the stranger would do.