O'Malley's Alley

Ah, old O'Malley's Alley. Once decrepit- now both decrepit and mouldy, filthy, but without that disgusting scent of a place gone unclean- rather it smelt like the virile young cats who would inhabit it, their fresh, sharp, stinging scent. The alley was rather long- around forty or fifty feet in length and plenty of room for the cats to hang. The walls that made the alley were tall, easily jumped upon, aside from the far wall from which rusted wrought iron spikes protruded. The alley was long, thin, not easily invaded by too many cats at a time. Graffiti marked the walls, territories once claimed by humans, now overrun with cats a shade above feral. Some would think it was a camp of some sort. Oh no. Basically it is just a sort of reception really, a small place for the cats to share tongues and things.