Misfortune's Path

Chapter One
Yeah, about the job I do. It's not pretty. But its the only job I have. The first thing I felt when I stepped in that den was absolute hate. You could tell there was something wrong with the place. Cats, with unkempt fur and worst expressions I have ever seen laboriosly worked, sorting out mice, rabbits, and other pieces of prey. What community? Well, I, Falconclaw of the lowest of the lowest, live in a world of destruction, cruelty, and desolation. In other words, welcome to the Alleys, a stinking, rotten place where a bunch of twolegs built a whole community of gigantic nests, and then abandoned it. To make a long story short, a group of cats, wanting to "unite" the nation of catkind, built a huge community here. The real name to this infernal place is called the Nationist, but the Alleys is more of an appropiate name. The the Uniters,or the leaders and the high ranking cats of the Alleys stuff thier faces  with plump, juicy prey that the hunters caught,and then give about ten percent of the food to the rest of us, which is a meager pile of scrawny mice that taste like crowfood. Our jobs is to catch the food, which is actually easy, considering the amount of mice there is here, sort the food, bring the food to the Uniters, and distribute the meager scrap pile to the starving community. There are many rules, like not leaving the Alleys or eating the Uniter's food, and any rulebreakers caught get punished, mostly by death. The poulation here is huge, because many cats here hear the dirty rumors that our community is a shining nation where we are equal. And when you get in, you are a citizen of the Alleys, and you can get in, but you cannot get out. My unlucky parents were tricked in that way, had me, and died of starvation. You see, that is the fate of many who live here.