The rain came down steadily in the city, washing the dirt off of the buildings and streets into little brown rivulets into the gutters. A short figure in a purple cloak made his way quickly from building to building, dashing and hopping from one overhang to another as if making a game out of dodging the raindrops and puddles. Making his way down one alleyway he stopped suddenly, looking down. A cat had nested into a pile of wood shavings and was feeding a litter of newborn kittens.

The figure chuckled, a light melodic laugh. "Lots of new families starting, it seems," he said cheerfully to the cat. The cat stared back at him with an unreadable expression. "Babies. So much fun to make, and such a pain to deliver. And then there's that horrible period afterwards. Which isn't to say that I don't like small children; I do, just only for short periods and when when they belong to someone else."

The figure cocked his head sideways a while, looking down at the cat, then reached down to pet it. As he got closer, the cat dropped its ears back and hissed at him. He pulled his hand back with a chuckle. "Probably a wise reflex, little one, though I meant you no harm." He straightened and looked around the street. "Well, the only dry path goes over you, so wet it is, then."

With that, he stepped deliberately out into the middle of the street, dancing as he splashed his way along.