When Animals Attack STGOD

[B4UTRUST]

He coughed softly in the cool night, the glowing tip of his cigar illuminating brighter as he took another drag. The soft glow lit up his face, showing a scar that trailed along the left side.

He watched the park across the street from his position. They were gathering. Damned felines. They had long ago wormed their way into the hearts and homes of man. It had given them protection unknown to most animals in this war of thrice-damned species. Along with the canines and the avians. How did they do it? A question he had long wondered. They gave nothing back to their human 'owners' and yet they were still served food and water from a silver dish, taken care of and provided for, protected from all sides it seemed.

He wrapped his flipper around his cigar as he brought it from his beak and tapped a bit of ash off the end. With his other flipper he adjusted the goggles that adorned his head and covered his eyes. With a small turn of a dial the image he was looking at zoomed in further. He put the cigar back in his beak and took another drag. Any minute now...

His flipper absently brushed over the scar on his face then went to the rifle at his feet. He hefted it and set it on the ledge. He lifted the goggles from over his eyes and squinted into the rifle scope.

His flipper slid into the trigger guard and pressed slowly against the trigger. He sighted his target out. One of the larger cats, full grown. A leader of a local group. His following was getting to big, to powerful. To many kittens had flocked to his side and grown into capable warriors under his teachings. It was going to end tonight.

He slowed his breathing, making it even as he pulled back the trigger. A soft hiss of the round escaping the muzzle, the gentle escape of gases. The silence round hit true. The feline fell backwards off the top of the fountain it had been speaking from. It fell into the fountain's waters, casting them a soft pink.

As soon as the shot was fired he pulled the gun down and started waddling away. Another of the drawbacks of his kind. Nearsightedness, slow land movement. He took another pull on his cigar as he reached the ladder. He hoisted himself over the edge, wrapped his flippers and slid downwards.

Once on the ground he waddled away as quick as he could. He blended in as a midget in a tuxedo heading towards a formal party at some uptown hotel. Stupid humans, never looking past their own noses half the time. The entire way he kept a constant lookout for his feline enemies. They were everywhere in a city this size.

[Narsil]

He scratched idly at his cheek with his curved nails, and then proceeded to slink forwards through the alleyway, yellow-green eyes shining slightly against the backdrop of the darkness. With a single leap, he leapt to the top of the dumpster, and with another, he was upon the building's fire escape. Sniffing the air slightly, he made his way up the fire escape towards a third story window, rifle in hand.

[Rukia]

I-Chi streched luxuriously on her owners lap. The human scratched a spot under her chin, and to appease him, she purred lightly. She had to admit it did feel good. She sighed and just as she closed her eyes, her twin brother pounced on her from the open window. She jumped and hissed indignently at her sibling. She moved effortlessly from her owners lap to the floor, Scrat-Chi followed.

"What the hell do you have against me getting sleep? Just because you never sleep, doesn't mean everyone shares in your paranoid insomnia." I-Chi said staring at her brother who was now nonchalantly preening himself.

He looked at his sister, "I have important news."

I-Chi just stared, "You always say that." A bug crawling across the floor caught her attention. "Well speak, what is it this time?" She began to crouch down to pre-pounce position.

"Someone killed Snuggl- -sigh- O'Malley last night..."

I-Chi sat up instantly.

"This is bad."