[Closed To Nightstar]

[Baya]

The morning spring sunlight shone through the window onto Francis, who was laying down on the ledge of the window. The warmth made Francis purr and stretch. He looked to the outside, now in a sitting position.

Ever since he defeated Pascal things have been really peaceful around the neighborhood. His mate had a litter of three kittens, and his human was getting a book published which meant Francis might actually be sticking around here for quite some time. Francis honestly thought everything was going great right now.

Francis jumped out from his window, and onto his green lawn. He made his way through the lawn and jumped onto the gate of stone wondering where Bluebeard was at. He wanted to see if there was much he could do today that didn't involve a run in with Kong or the other Ex-sect cats.


Meanwhile, near the residence of Claudandus a sand colored cat was searching through the remains of the burnt down home for food. The cat looked around with his amber eyes, and sighed. "Never any stinkin food!" The cat snarled as he pushed some rubble out of his way. The cat's ear twitched as he heard something moving behind him. The cat quickly turned to see what it was, but he saw nothing but burnt remains. The cat's ears twitched again. "Wh-Who's there?!" The cat asked, eyes shifting back and forth. There was another sound behind the cat. The cat knew now that someone was definitely there. The cat didn't want to stick around to find out who it was, and quickly made his way out of that area.

The cat made his way towards the buildings of the neighborhood, and into an alley to meet up with his friends. The cat stopped at where they were to meet, and frowned slightly. "Bluebeard? Twoface? You there?" The cat asked. The cat lost it's breath as a paw was wrapped around his throat from behind, and the claws dug into his throat. The cat wanted to scream, but couldn't as his jugular was slashed.

[OOC: The Jugular is a vital artery in the throat. If it's cut, there is no chance of survival]

On this day Felix was walking around the block to get to know some of the cats he didn't meet yet. Of course he met Kong, and he really regret it from the day since, and he had met the mooch Bluebeard. Felix met Francis with Bluebeard, and they just didn't really click. Felix didn't like Francis, and Francis didn't like Felix. Felix looked around as he walked wondering why it was so ominously quiet, and why no one was out right now. Usually he'd see at least Kong picking on a smaller cat.

His amber eyes glistened as they reflected some of the light when he walked into more shadowed regions. Felix was a tabby cat so his coat was a very strange mixture of gray and brown with black stripes.