It's not pleasant to wake up surrounded by assassins.
Let's get one thing straight. I'm an outlaw. I would rather not be....but my choices led me here. I spend just about every day trying to save my skin from Tarilamor's dark furred assassins. Tarilamor is the head of the Shadow Patrol, some sort of police, if you will. If someone steals or kills, he sends his Shadow Patrol of dark cats after the poor animal.
Well, I was a definite pain in his neck. He'd been after me for years, and he had come so close to capturing my slick hide- which I'm sure he would have loved to have -but sadly for him, I've escaped every time. I seem to be able to get out of the tightest predicaments, no matter where I am.
But today I wasn't quite as vigilant as usual. I woke up, surrounded by shadowy cats. Try waking up to that in the morning, it isn't exactly a pleasant sight. I kept my cool though, my bright orange eyes hardly showing surprise as I slowly stood up, quietly tying my blue-gray cape around my neck. "Good morning, gentlemen." I said with a tight smile.
"You're under arrest, Whitefire." One of the dark furred cats stepped forward, placing his hand on my shoulder tightly.
My eyes orange eyes widened. "What for?" I asked innocently.
The cat snorted, rolling his eyes. "For more than I'd like to say." Then, with surprising quickness, he tied my hands behind my back before I could even have time to blink. Now I was really worried. He grabbed my arm and started walking. I reluctantly let him lead me away, almost tripping over some forest foliage as I tried to discretely look around for a way out of this one.
I was tied and surrounded by trained assassins. Didn't look too bright for me today. But one thing I know is that even assassins make mistakes, sometimes very few, but it was still a possibility. I would just have to wait for them to slip.
