Second in Command.

Aspen

Aspen sighs, trying to gather his thoughts in the cafeteria. There is so much sound here. He has never noticed how loud other people could be. Aspen looks up at the dirt roof of the cave. The smell of burned meat, beer and rotten fruits are hanging in the air. He looks over at the others of his species. Some of them eating, some of them playing board games while a few drunk ones are standing on a table, laughing and singing.

He looks down at his own half eaten food. It is just rotten grass, nothing really worth eating. He looks at the empty table he is sitting at. Three days since Maple's passing, two days since he and his brother had shot the farmer and the farmer's family. One day since he had moved into the excuse for an underground city.

Aspen listens to the conversations around him. There are shushed voices. Mumbles, rumors. So, everyone could change the color of their fur, to any color. Good for camouflage, but his brother had the special ability to change his eye color, which, of course, the coward had done when the police showed up because of a rumor about a brown eyed ghost cat who walked around killing people.
People would soon realize though, once they made the connection. But still, not his problem.

He sighs, looking at the happy people around him. Families, friends and lovers, being happy together. Aspen misses Maple even more. His brother is back with the humans, how disgusting. He slams his head into the table. The people on the table sing louder. Singing about the way home. Singing about food and riches. Aspen slams his head into the table a few more times.

Maple would love that song. I should show it to her.
He thinks to himself, smiling for the first time in what feels like forever, then remembers that Maple is dead and slams his head onto the table once more. He thinks about things that have happened over the past 20 years and starts to cry. Crying for a while before a soft paw touches his shoulder.

He looks up, quickly drying his tears in his arm fur. He looks at the person and uses his least pathetic voice. "Hello, miss," He says, looking at the girl.

She is pretty, with long curly fur and sweet dark red eyes. She smiles a friendly smile at him. "Hi sir, are you drunk?"
Aspen stares at her for a moment before falling off the chair, landing face first into the dirty stone floor, breaking of a tooth.
Greeeeaaaaatttt, amazing how you did that.
The girl giggles and Aspen feels even more embarrassed. He sits up as he tries to smoothen his fur with his paws. "M-maybe," he says and smiles, realizing too late his mouth is bleeding from the tooth he lost. The girl giggles some more, taking a napkin and dabbing his lips with it carefully. "Don't worry, it will grow back," she says with a smile.

She sits down on the empty chair. "I'm Raspberry," the girl says and smiles. Aspen smiles back. "I'm Aspen," he says. Raspberry looks at him for a moment. "Like the kings brother?"
Aspen's smile drops. "Uhhh yes! But I'm not into any of that political stuff," he smiles nervously.
Raspberry giggles a sweet giggle. "Me neither," she smiles, and they talk for the rest of the evening.