((Sounds good! But remember, when you give me the controls, I do what I want... BWAHAHA!))
Alexandra's head was tilted back, cold gray eyes watching the sky as clouds raised by, long brown hair flowing in the light breeze. She looked away from the sky and down to the ground about forty feet below, perched nimbly in the high, slender branches of an evergreen. She looked pretty, wearing a moss green, sleeveless linen dress with a fitted bodice, and a flowing skirt that went to just above her knees, with black spandex sorts underneath.
Alexa shifted into her animal form, the Pallas cat, and swiftly scaled down the tree, lightly jumping from branch to branch then leaping the last fifteen feet to the ground, making barely a sound as her padded paws toughed down. She looked around quickly, ears listening for any sounds, and long bushy tail flicking in the air as she moved away at a quick, smooth trot. She was on the opposite side of town from the school, and could hear children returning to their homes as she passed unseen in the woods behind the houses at the edge of town, lips curling back in a hiss as a large dog on a chain barked loudly, straining to brake free and chase her.
After about thirty minutes, Alexandra reached the abandoned granary on the east side of town, and slipped under a loose bit of chain link fencing. She broke into a run and reached one of the eight large metal silos, going around the back of it and shooting through a rusted out patch in the base of the silo. Alexa shifted smoothly back into her human form once she was safely inside the dimly lit space, the only light coming from the rusted out portions in the rounded walls, though the ceiling, at least two stories above in the darkness, was still intact.
She walked to the opposite side of the space, where under a few pile of tin roofing, was hidden a large leather messenger bag and a few blankets. She snatched out the bag, not need the blankets at that time, and walked back to the opening in the base of the silo. It was way to small for a person to get through, so as usual, she pushed the bag out and to one side, then shifted back into the cat and ducked through after it.
Alexandra looked around quickly, and sensing no one near, shifted back, picking up her bag and slipping it onto her shoulder, then starting off around the silo towards the gate in the fence by the road. Once there, she checked that the coast was clear, and ducked through the large gap where the two gates met that had been made years back when a drunk driver crashed into it. Alexa quickly started off up the road, she was in the industrial area of town, and a young woman walking about barefoot, in a flowing, moss green dress was very out of place.
Alexa quickened her pace to a light jog, and after another thirty or so minutes, she neared her destination: the residence of another Feral, by the name of Thomas.
((Obviously, I wanted to write a whole heck of a lot...

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((... *whispers*
This is the part where you bring him in and explain where he lives!))