It was like any other evening. It was starting to cool down. Munkustrap and Demeter were on the trunk of the car, talking as Bomba and Tugger were nuzzling. It seemed like a sweet scene… Until a familiar figure ran in. Her fluffy fur on her tail breezed behind her as she ran into the middle of the clearing.
"He's dead!" She shrieked as she raised her blood- stained paws. "Macavity is dead. He's been stabbed in the back." She continued as she stared at her blood- stained paws in horror. Munk was the first one to speak.
"Why would we believe you?" He said as he inched near her. No one ever trusted Grittlebone ever since she left the Tribe to be with Macavity. Tugger made his way to his brother.
He whispered "Careful, it could be a trap." More cats had gathered around since the screams were heard. Munk nodded in agreement before making his way to Grittle.
"I tried to save him. There was so much blood…" She made eye contact with Munk as he was walking to her cautiously. He could see the fear in her eyes as tears started running down her face. Old Deuteronomy came out to see what had happened. All he had to see was Grittlebone on her knees with blood- stained paws, and tears running down her eyes. Old D had set up a team to go and see if Macavity was really dead. Munk, Misto, Cori, and Alonzo were all a part of the team. Griddlebone had been sent to Jennyanydot's den so she could be watched and cleaned up.
The team discovered Macavity's bloody body outside his warehouse. A knife stood out of his back. One stab… that's all it took. "Why am I not surprised?" Munk muttered before inspecting the body.
"Be careful, Munkustrap. I still don't trust Grittlebone." Alonzo said as Munk came close to Macavity's body.
"Let's roll him over." Misto suggested before going to help Munk. The rest of the toms helped rolled Mac over. His yellow eyes were wide open. They didn't have the evil that usually shone through… they had something the Tribe had never seen before: fear. "That knife… it looks familiar in a way." Misto muttered before pulling it out of Macavity's back. Munk crouched near Mac's body and touched a little bit of the blood with his paw. It clung onto his paw like a kitten to his mother.
"He hasn't been dead for long. His blood hasn't dried." Munk said before standing up. The team of toms still couldn't believe that Macavity was dead. He may have been hated by the entire tribe, but, he was still family. Alonzo looked at Munk. There seemed to be something missing… He defiantly saw grief in the tom's face. It seemed that Alonzo couldn't see surprise in Munk's face. It was like he knew it was going to happen. He just pushed the thought to the back of his head.
It seemed strange to have Macavity lying there. He was usually the ones committing the crimes. The ginger tom's fur was matted and wet with his own blood. His piercing yellow eyes wide open with fear in them. 'What kind of monster are we dealing with?' Tugger thought. He then saw something in Macavity's paw… it looked like a couple of white hairs. Tugger grabbed them. "It looks like Macavity was able to be close enough to his killer to get some hairs. It looks like they're white hairs."
Will they be able to find Macavity's killer before they kill again?