Hey, everybody! I'm Darou! You can read this in an Australian accent if you want. After all, I'm half kangaroo. Anyway, this is my first fanfiction. It's a furry fanfiction, which means that the characters are anthropomorphic animals. You can look that up if you don't know what it means. This story is a Christmas gift for my friend Jontaea. Just so you know, the main character, Pufftail, belongs to her. Rosco was designed by and belongs to me. Later on, there will be cameo's of other people's fursonas. These people requested the cameo's, and so I have their permission to use them for a short while in the story. I hope you enjoy!

Assassin's Creed does not belong to me. The cameo characters in the story, the owners of which I will acknowledge, do not belong to me.

Prologue

The colors of my surroundings left me in awe. Autumn has only the most beautiful sights to offer, I thought as I walked along my favorite woodland path. Just beyond the trees I could hear the usual hustle of the town. I despised that town. Of course, the streets were quite clean and the townspeople were friendly, but as a wolf, the wilderness was my true home.

It seemed rather strange that there weren't any birds or squirrels about. The only other creature I'd met on the trail that day had been Fenwick the messenger, and the hare was much too busy to stop and chat. He was always busy, it seemed.

I stiffened when I heard something above me. Just then, a figure leapt from the tree above and landed on the ground ahead as nimbly as a cat. The figure stood, then turned in my direction when I gasped. It was a dog, probably some sort of German Shepherd mix. His fur appeared to be dark brown underneath the robes he wore, which were black with red trimming. A hood hid his face, only allowing me to see his nose down, yet somehow I felt him watching me. He sniffed in my direction, then, uninterested, continued on in the opposite direction with a swish of his bushy tail.

I was about to call out to him when someone jumped from the bushes behind me and put his paw over my mouth. My nose cringed. He smelled like a cat.

"Mmmmffff!" I quickly began struggling and kicking until my captor put a knife to my throat.

"Stay silent if you value your life!" He hissed.

Yup. Definitely a cat.

Hearing the commotion, the strange dog I'd seen immediately ran toward me and tackled the cat to the ground with a wild snarl.

"Stand down, Templar!" He said with a voice like thunder.

"I will once you are dead," the supposed Templar(whatever that was) replied with a toothy grin as he stood.

"RAAAAAGH!" The dog unsheathed his sword and lunged at the fiend, who, in a flash, countered the attack with his own blade. I gulped. I don't like where this is going.

Chapter 1

They both took their stances and proceeded to fight. The cat and dog were both excellently trained, and neither could get past the other's counter. The cat, though, was smaller and quicker, and eventually he broke the Assassin's defense and managed to stab him in the abdomen with the flick of his wrist.

With a heart-wrenching yelp, the dog collapsed, clutching his stomach as he convulsed in pain. The Templar, that evil smile returning, raised his sword, preparing to finish the job. I had been told before that cats are some of the most vile creatures on the planet, and I now I believe it.

"NO!" I screamed.

The cat paused and glanced in my direction, his whiskers twitching. Thinking quickly, I grabbed a rock the size of my palm and hurled it as hard as I could. I wasn't the best aim, so I was astonished when it hit the Templar smack in the forehead. He yowled and tumbled before he took off running, crashing into a tree when the impact had messed up his vision. If only there were time for a victory dance.

Running as fast as my legs could carry me, I made my way towards the fallen warrior and knelt at his side. I took off my scarf-sadly, my favorite-and tried to cover his wound. There was more blood than I could handle, and I averted my eyes before breakfast could make a second appearance. The iron-like smell only made it worse, and it was all I could do not to gag.

"Are you alright?" I asked, trying not to let my voice break as I was holding back tears. I wasn't used to violence, and I've never been in a situation this...terrifying.

"I'm f-fine." He groaned.

"No, I need to get you to a doctor!"

"I don't need your help," he grumbled as he tried to stand, but his legs gave out as he weakened. "...Perhaps you could get me to the Den?"

"Yes, of course!" I helped him to his feet. "Where is it?"

He pointed. "It's the building with the smoke signal tower."

I nodded and hurriedly led him in the direction of the tower. "I'm so sorry this happened to you."

He shook his head. "It's an occupational hazard."

When we arrived at this 'Den,' or whatever it was called, we were approached by a massively built rottweiler in dark red robes. I swallowed my fear and walked up to the ferocious-looking canine.

"What in God's name happened here?!" he bellowed.

"He was stabbed!" I cried.

The bulky canine's eyes darkened. "Templars."

I nodded. He turned from me and yelled, "get him to the infirmary! Immediately!"

Several other dogs, wearing similar attire to the first's, came to meet us. They rushed to the German Shepherd's side and took him to the infirmary. As they disappeared behind the enormous wooden doors, the rottweiler turned to me, his dark brown eyes reminding me of another's.

"Tell me, citizen, what did this Templar look like? Did you get a name? Anything?"

"I think he was a British shorthair...perhaps a tabby? I just remember he had grey fur and a bad attitude," I said, muttering the last part to myself.

"Hm...the breed of cat is very general. There could be thousands of British shorthairs." He sighed. "A technicality we shall look into later on. In the meantime, I suggest you stay somewhere nearby the Den. The Templars know your scent, and they will be tracking it."

I gulped. Was he actually serious? What would those...those felines want with me?

Just as I was about to reply, a tall doberman pinscher walked-more like strutted-to where we were standing and posed, flipping his head in my direction flirtatiously and spoke in a thick German accent.

"Why not just stay here with us, hm?" He turned around slightly, as if showing off his backside. I think I'm gonna throw up.

"Uh...sure, I don't really have anywhere else to"-

"Lovely!" He grabbed my paw and practically dragged me into the building. "There is plenty room on second floor. Of course, I do not mind if you stay in Assassin's quarters, no?" He winked.

"Shut up, Riley," the rottweiler snapped before turning to me. "Sorry about him. He can be a real"-

"Opal will be right up with something to change into," Riley said as he left.

"Thanks...I guess?"

I briskly walked toward a vacant room.

"Many thanks for assisting our brother," the rottweiler said. "I am surprised he let you help him. Rosco tends to be quite bull-headed."

I chuckled. "He barely let me help him at all."

"Not surprising. My name is Vaughn, by the way."

I offered a hand to shake. "Pufftail."

Well, there you have it. The prologue and first chapter of my first-ever fanfiction! Please leave some advice or comments! I appreciate constructive criticism, but please be kind. If you are an anti-furry, which would be weird, since there's no point for you to be here, please don't comment unless you have something nice to say. I will do my best to be kind and respectful, and my only request is that you do the same. Thanks for reading!