Satira ran through the forest, hastily pushing branches out of the way.

Shouts of "She went this way!" and "Hurry! Don't let her get away" followed the cat demon as she urged herself to move faster. Her hand reached up and closed around the small silver heart shaped locket around her neck. It had become a habit when she was nervous. It was all she had to remind her of her parents and she would never part with it. Never! Not even if it cost her her life! She risked a look back and clutched it tighter. By the looks of it, if she didn't find a way to lose them soon, she would lose her life. But she had promised not to part with it and she would keep that promise. She jumped into a tree and hid in the leaves. With any luck, if she stayed still long enough; they would go right under her. She leaned against the tree with a small sigh and looked at the locket. She wiped away a small tear that trickled down her cheek as she remembered her parents.

---------Flashback-------

"Satira, this is yours now." Her mother said as she placed the locket around her daughter's neck.

"You must protect it at all costs!" her father said. The young Satira looked at it then at her parents.

"What does it do?" she asked.

"It's a key, to unlock a deadly power. It was entrusted to us, the royal family to guard it, and now it is yours." Her mother said. The young girl wrapped her hands around it and nodded.

"I will guard it. I promise." She said.

"Never part with it." Her father warned as she gave another nod.

------End Flashback-------

Things had been so much easier then. Before the raiders came. They destroyed Cat City. Everything was reduced to rubble and ash. Her parents had told her to run and they stayed behind to ward them off. And now they were dead. Everyone was. She was the last surviving member of the royal family. She had been running for forever it seemed like. But it had only been a couple of years. A couple of years had turned the once princess of Cat City in a fighter. She situated the sword at her side and held her breath as a snapping of twigs below signaled someone's presence. Her cat ears strained to hear any sounds and her black and white striped tail twitched anxiously. She waited a few more hours before finally coming out of the tree. She moved through the forest again, at a slower pace this time, starting to look for a place to stay for the night.

Yoko Kurama was in his room, sifting though the items from last night's thief. He held up a sapphire in the light and gazed at it.

'Not a bad steal' he thought as he set it down and looked at the other jewels. Defiantly worth what he paid for information about the temple. He sifted through the other odds and ends when a knock on his door. He looked up with an irritated sigh.

"What?" he asked. The door opened to reveal his partner Kuroune.

"We have a trespasser." Kuroune said.

Yoko's fox ears perked with interest. "Oh?" he asked.

"Yep, one of the scouts saw her around the northern border."

"A her?" Yoko asked.

Kuroune nodded. "Yeah, and get this. It's a cat." Yoko smiled.

"Well then, let's go and greet our little trespasser, shall we?"

Kuroune smiled. "Yes." He answered as the two went to find her.