Private Thread Prize in Seclusion

Survival demands caution, but greatness requires daring
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The streets of Whitehart still carried the scent of hot salt and smoke even this far from the smoking human den. Kosmo moved, pace unhurried, along a cracked sidewalk, paws relatively soundless lest he catch some stray gravel. A shadow followed him, unhindered and free although it was Kosmo who now relished his share.

A raven descended, the great black bird landed on a sleeping monster shell. In her beak dangled a pale oblong piece of meat, pressed unnaturally. A human treat already pecked at, it looked like.

He could already imagine the scene... Some distracted human lost its meal and now they would profit. The raven hopped down from the monster's hood and landed beside him, dropping the meat before giving her feathers a satisfied shake before pecking at the tom with familiarity and flying off.

Kosmo had picked up the meat with a purr. Few knew the hidden path he slipped through between two leaning boards and continued to his destination. Tall grass enveloped him as he neared the old oak, ivy climbing its trunk. This place belonged to no one save his own stash, one of many in the surrounding area as he slid forward, dropping the chicken 'hotdog' at his paws.

There wasn't any barking dogs. No human voices. Everything seemed quiet.