WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MURDER AND VIOLENCE. NONE OF IT IS DESCRIBED IN DETAIL, BUT IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS TOPIC, I WOULDN'T RECOMMEND YOU READ THIS BOOK.
Footsteps awoke Jayfeather. He could here a scuffling of paws next to his bed, running to escape as the owner of the noises slipped out of the room. It was definitely a cat. He could smell it. The scent of the moorland clung to their pelt. Jayfeather checked the clock. It was exactly 2:00am. Since he was awake, Jayfeather decided to explore the villa after dark. Maybe he could find out who the mystery cat was? As he stood up, he heard something clatter when he put his foot down. Something skidded across the room. It glistened in the moonlight streaming in through the cracks between the curtains. Cautiously, Jayfeather crept towards it, as if something petrifying was going to leap out of the object. Whilst he inched closer, he could smell the ominous scent of blood. When he was in reaching distance, Jayfeather stretched down to pick up the item. It had a sharp blade on the end, and at the bottom was some sort of handle. Jayfeather felt his wrist strangely wet for the first time since he had woken up. He licked it. The fresh tang of recently spilt blood filled his mouth. Then it struck him. The object in his hand was a knife, covered in his blood. Whoever that cat had been, had tried to kill him.
Jayfeather thought it was probably worth going out of his room to get the cut on his wrist bandaged up. So, he exited the room, as quiet as possible. As he went down the stairs, the strange cat played on his mind. 'I have to go and find them,' Jayfeather thought. He ran down the stairs, still quiet, but quickly. When he came to the first aid room, he pulled out a bandage, and wrapped it around the wound. He then stretched and wandered into the hall. His heart stopped. Someone else was in there with him. Two people actually. The mystery cat from earlier was there. Jayfeather wanted to cry out a warning to the other cat, but all he could was wait, and stand as quietly as he could. After all, he didn't want to be killed as well. The strange moorland cat pulled out what was presumably a weapon of some sort, swiftly bolted towards the victim. Jayfeather could hear the screech of the other cat, and the footsteps of the mystery cat bolting out of the main entrance. He gave chase, as silently as possible, he didn't want the cat to know he was there. He was right near the cat, closing in on them. Then, he caught the whiff of a scent that sent a shiver down his spine. Made him stop in his tracks. Made him let the cat escape. He knew who the mystery cat was. Wasn't it obvious? The one cat who is great at deceiving his enemies and allies. The one cat who is not afraid to kill. The one cat who is fuelled by murderous revenge. This cat could only be one cat. Breezepelt.
Authors note: THIS was only a short chapter, a got to this point and decided it was a good place to stop. Sorry!