"They can cause us pain." Rosele explained as she flew after Amalia. "And they can turn us into them temporarily. But our main concern is to protect the living cats from them. The living cats have no clue that we exist or that they exist."

Amalia nodded solemnly and took off from their cloudy home. Yuro and Amalia dove down onto the top of a building and looked down, shaking her white coat. She wasn't cold, but there was a slight wind that ruffled her snow colored fur. She took her time, leaping from building to building until they arrived where the gray's had their base. She hid behind a trach can and sniffed the air, many familiar scents hit her nose, but when she tried to scent Yuro, she couldn't, it was like he had no scent. "UImmmm.... Rosele, do we smell like anything?" She wondered, noticing that Rosele didn't have a scent either....

Rosele shrugged. "Cats, I suppose."Or at least that's what we smell like to them. The demons can track us down, they can smell us. As Angels, not cats."

"Huh, well, shall we go introduce ourselves?" Avalia wondered, glaring at the new leader who stood where she had once stared at her clan from. She was itching for a fight with him. Of course, that wouldn't work, she had to stay on the down low. Besides this, her claws were still unsheated and scraping the ground....

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"I suppose," Rosele shrugged, "You could if you wanted. But we need to stay out of their gang, because we don't need to end up liking them and forgetting to defend the clan from the demons. But...I suppose it can't hurt to say hello."