[ WP ] My cat comes home nearly every morning with cuts and scratches all over . Write about what he could be getting up to on his nights out .

Muffled footsteps sounded the retreat of his human for the night as the final light in the house was extinguished with a forceful click. Leo's ears perked and pivoted as he listened to the floorboards creaking upstairs under the human's heft, the squeaking springs groaning as he lay in bed, the house growing silent and still at last. The lack of protest was all the approval Leo needed in his late night escapades, rising from the cotton comfort of his chamber at the foot of the stairs to slink across the marbled tile of the kitchen towards the tiny exit at the bottom of the door. His fiery mane and cobalt eyes shone briefly in the dim moonlight pouring in from the window above as he slipped quietly out the door. 
 
 In the light of the full moon sat a short-haired feline perched atop the rails of the back porch, his roman silver pelt glistening as Leo approached the steps below. The tabby strut down the stairs slowly, giving a curt meow over his shoulder as the other cat fell in line, inches away on his right side without so much as a complaint or response. The two toms trudge down the dusty alley alongside a white picket fence simply enjoying the freedom of the night and the company of one another. As they reached the open street, Leo and his follower sat upon the curb awaiting the rest of the gang. From the right came a mixed Siamese stepping along the sidewalk at a quick pace while a Persian approached from the left with no pep in its gait. 
 
 “ Can you believe these two Le Roy? ” Leo asked the grey cat sitting proudly by his right side. 
 
 “ Whaddaya mean Leo? ” Le Roy asked innocently, so eager to respond that his words ran upon one another. 
 
 “ I mean that they're late, Le Roy. Are you the only one that follows directions around here? ” Leo meowed in return, his voice growing upset at the disobedient display. “ Nine o'clock I told them, nine. Here they are at a quarter past and look at Cecil sauntering along without a care in the world. ” 
 
 “ Um, Leo, I'm not certain that they can read like you can. ” Le Roy answered hesitantly, knowing that while his response would be unwelcome, Leo valued the truth. 
 
 “ I-I actually had n't thought about that. ” Leo replied thoughtfully, “ I suppose I can let it slide this once. They're only twenty-five minutes late after-all unlike certain other felines we know. ” 
 
 “ Leo, you're the best. So smart and kind and forgiving... ” Le Roy praised, as the faster of the two cats arrived. The Siamese placed a tattered black cloth upon Leo's back while holding a splintered toothpick in his own mouth. Le Roy drifted from his praise as he marveled at his elders, their powerful presence and bold appearance was breathtaking. Leo tore a small piece of the dark fabric and placed it upon the young cat's head as a makeshift hat which greatly pleased Le Roy. 
 
 The three cats sat together, Le Roy giving his place at Leo's right hand to the Siamese cat, sitting happily to the left with his new hat. The Persian eventually arrived to join the pack as they lined the road with their growing numbers. Leo stared ahead as the others looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to ask the questions they knew would come. 
 
 “ Cecil. Vincent. ” Leo spoke, addressing the two cats on either side. “ Cecil, where are the others? ” 
 
 “ Well, Shadow is conducting a stake-out at the moment somewhere near the food place a few blocks down, the one with the red wood doors. ” Cecil replied in his deep, slow voice. 
 
 “ Yes, I know the one. What is he doing over there? ” Leo asked. 
 
 “ There's a rival gang attempting to set up shop in the east-side of town, Boss. Siamese. I told them that it was ou—your street, but they're setting up shop anyway. I sent Shadow to keep an eye out for us, report back if things turned sour. ” Vincent responded quickly, bowing gently to the tabby. 
 
 “ Gizmo, Toby, and Simon. Where are they? ” Leo questioned Cecil as Le Roy followed his head back and forth, trying to keep up with the conversation of his older peers. 
 
 “ Gizmo's working on a little something he thinks you'll like, Chief. ” Cecil responded giddily as his thick white underbelly swelled with pride. 
 
 “ Oh ho, you know I like surprises. ” Leo smirked. 
 
 “ Toby and Simon should be here soon, they ran a little late. They send their apologies and a bit of catnip. Each. ” Cecil said, gesturing towards the mini scarf tied around his neck as Leo dismissively waved his paw. “ Once everyone's here, how would you like to proceed? ” 
 
 “ Everyone? You mean the two of us? ” a voice called out from behind. 
 
 Toby and Simon were twin British shorthairs that moved into the area not long ago, Vincent personally scouted and selected the two to join their pack, knowing that their short fuses and high energy would serve them well in the future. The twins were always willing to join in on a brawl or dispute though it was unlikely that they would ever arrive on time. Despite this, Leo greatly respected their tenacity and considered them a part of the family just as much as the others. He was looking forward to seeing them in action tonight. 
 
 “ You almost missed the party, ” Cecil replied as the others grinned. “ Hurry up you two, we do n't have all night. ” 
 
 With five of his gang gathered around, Leo commanded their attention and silence as he explained his plan to infiltrate the East end and reclaim it as their own. Once this was done, Vincent would assume control and monitor the area in the leader's name. Le Roy listened to their chatter, trying to find the point where he fit into all of this when the boss addressed him specifically, seeing the overwhelmed look on the cat's face. 
 
 “ You, Le Roy, you're with me. I want you to follow close behind and watch my back, you think you can do that? It's the most important job there is. Even I do n't have eyes and ears everywhere. ” Leo admitted, gently pawing his friend's shoulder. 
 
 “ You do n't? ” the twins quipped to hearty laughter. 
 
 “ Aye, captain! ” Le Roy cried. “ Nothing will get to you so long as I'm near, I promise. ” 
 
 “ Good, ” Leo responded “ Everyone has their orders, let's tip the cradle. ” 
 
 A large sign stood at the street corner several blocks from their meeting place, it read “ North Beverly Dr. ” on one side and “ Heathcliff Ave. ” on the other. Ahead were several restaurants and closed open air shops in addition to apartments, shanties and homes further East. Leo cared little for these things as he knew just where his rivals were currently dining. Together with Le Roy, he drifted onto the turf of the Siamese clan, knowing that the rooftops had eyes. Le Roy clung tightly to his side, making himself appear larger and more menacing if that were even possible for the adorable cat. 
 
 Before they reached the restaurant with ornate wooden doors and golden statues at the front, three Siamese cats blocked their way. They stood in unison, unwavering and unimpressed by the intimidating appearance of the vengeful tabby and his companion. As they saw it, there were only two of them, the trio had the advantage in numbers and knowledge of the area. With a single order, they could call several more to their aid. Leo had stuck his paw willingly into their rat trap and they were hungry for mice. 
 
 “ What's new pussy cats? ” Leo asked with a confident smile, much to the chagrin of his competitors as Le Roy snickered in response. The Siamese triplets glared at the orange cat, stalking forward as he sat down, unafraid. “ I've heard that you're looking to take up real estate around here and I know that you know this is my yard. ” 
 
 “ Your yard? We do n't see your name on it ” the cats answered in unison. “ This place belongs to us now and if you want it— ” they motioned behind themselves as several Siamese and Siamese mixes bolstered their ranks. With nearly ten cats on their side and only two on Leo's, they continued speaking. “ You'll have to fight us for it. ” 
 
 “ Fight? Did someone say fight? ” Toby and Simon asked, strolling from behind the Siamese clan. “ If there's anything we love ” Toby began, “ It's a good ol' fashioned scrap. ” Simon finished. 
 
 “ Four? Is that all you have? ” one of the Siamese leaders guffawed, “ If that's all, half of you boys can go home. Actually, we'll let you take care of it from here, there's a half-full carton of fried rice with our names on it. ” The leaders began to trot off to their restaurant as Vinny appeared from the inside, grains of rice clinging to his dirty whiskers. 
 
 “ Sorry boss, I had to take a little lunch break. I hope you do n't mind. ” Vincent asked, licking his lips and paw, blocking the doorway and preventing the brothers from entering. “ What should I do with these? ” he asked, rolling the toothpick in his mouth as he gestured with his head towards the trio in front of him. 
 
 “ Clean'em up. Show'em where we put trash on these streets. ” Leo commanded to the delight of his second-in-command. 
 
 Vincent fought the three cats, luring them into a darkened alleyway near an overturned trashcan where Shadow lie in wait. Together they overwhelmed and made short work of the leaders as chaos descended amongst their ranks. Leo and Le Roy watched as Vincent returned from the alley, Toby and Simon prepared to pounce from the back, and Cecil finally joined from the opposite side. The six cats had successfully blocked off the exits for the remaining Siamese forces. 
 
 The corned cats mewled loudly, causing reinforcements to appear from the alleyways and closed businesses all around. Leo expressed his surprise at their determination to fight without a leader, to continue their losing battle all because of a few hidden members. He rose up and unleashed a growl as Shadow jumped from the rooftop and scattered the forces in fear. Toby, Simon and Cecil took down the cats that attempted to escape while Vinny and Leo picked off the newcomers one by one. Fur, claws and teeth flew in the ensuing battle between Leo's gang of six and the bolstered Siamese pack of eleven. Toby and Simon fought hard, using each other for protection and coverage as they mowed down the demoralized crew.
