3 years later

Silver was crowded in a small pet adoption center, claws constantly broken. She sniffed the air, smelling something that could only be one thing.

Food time.

As the dogs and cats ran toward the noise, Silver stayed back. Silver had to eat at a different time, due to her half-sight. She was about to lie down when she saw it.

An open door.

She sprinted out, for she was alone in the room. Attacked by the noises of  cars and people, he had to sit down. (He shifted from ftm  when he saw the door btw)

He ran down into the alleys, where the noise calmed down. Unfortunately, all in New York can almost never be good. Cats. Mean, black, hissing and scarred cats, scavenging all food sources.

He trotted down the isle, not making eye contact and pretending they weren't there to a corner in the back. He leaped up onto a fence, and past that fence? Well my friends, behind that fence,

Was the outside.

He was ready to hop right over the fence, before hearing desperate calls of her name. Annnd there they were. "Stormy, hurry up!" He called to them. Stormy, wheezing, trotted  over, obviously terrified. Sliver took a deep breath in, and called to Stormy, "let's go, shall we?" and leaped off the fence, followed closely my Stormy.