Captain Gustaf was quickly walking his way through the halls, his paw pads softly pitter-pattering across the stone as he made his way to Whitefire’s room. No guard? He shrugged. Makes it easier for me… Creeping forward, he slowly opened the door, slipping quietly into the room. His eyes flicked around the room, taking in the emptiness of it. He slammed his fist down on the table, hissing to himself. His ears flicked back as he heard a loud gunshot outside. No! I told them to keep it quiet!
The captain looked out the window to see the very outlaw he’d come inside to get, just as she shot one of his patrol cats.
Very soon, Gustaf was on his way outside.
