After the patrol had finished resting, Gustaf cut the rope around my ankles and helped me up. Surrounded by the patrol and iron cuffs around my wrists, I didn’t think escaping was a good idea. Besides, even if I did get away, how would I get the cuffs off without the key? As the patrol began to travel -this time with me given the privilege to walk- I looked at the patrol cat who had the key out of the corner of my eyes.
His fur was a different color than the others –normal patrol cats were dark brownish-grey, and he was just dark grey. In the right light he sometimes looked black. He was slim, but well muscled, as most of the patrol cats were, but he looked slightly younger than most of them. Why would Gustaf trust a new member with something like that? Then I had another thought. On the other hand, he might be a better fighter than I think.
Distracted by my thoughts, I had turned my head so I was looking straight at him, completely obvious. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw that my gaze was trained on him and he turned his head toward me. I snapped my head forward before we could make eye contact. Well, he had green eyes anyway.
My ears flicked back as a few of the patrol cats chuckled at me, having seen me staring. “Hey Kore,” one of them laughed. “It looks like you’ve found an admirer!”
I set my jaw, and the dark grey patrol cat, who I now knew was Kore, rolled his eyes. “Shut up, idiot.” He growled, and kept his eyes straight ahead as the patrol walked.
