Ensom sighed with relief as he passed by the two cats without being spotted. Then he saw the grey tabby from before. Not exactly my first choice, but he will do. Then he saw the grey cat jump up to the windowsill and another cat walked up to the window. Is that... Macy? This must be her home. Perfect... Ensom stalked over and skillfully jumped onto the roof without making a noise as to listen in on their conversation.

Mouse heard Macy leave, and she sniffed. She isn't safe! She stood up,"What do we do with Drat's body?" Saying those words made her heart ache.

Rock l Male l Alley l M: Mouse, Drat

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"I will find them. Don't worry." He said nuzzling her neck. "It will be ok."

Gatsby knew Macy well enough to know that she wasn't ok.

"What happened? Would you rather be left alone?"

He stood up, uncoiling his tail, preparing to leave if she wanted to be alone, but not leaving just yet.

Mouse smiled at Rock. He's not so bad, "Please stay with the others, I don't want you to be killed too." She looked around. The murderer probably knows they're there already. "We're not safe here, he knows where we are." she murmured to herself, but not quiet enough for Rock to hear.

(ehe~)

Desert Rose walked along the line of skin dens, her ears

Pricked for any sounds of prey. She couldn't find anything in this area so she decided to try some were else.

Macy's smile quivered but she managed not to cry. "I might want to talk about it later but first, i just need to be alone. To think. But thank you for caring about me. Oh and please stay in side." With that Macy nuzzled the window as if to nuzzle Gatsby before walking out of sight. Soon after getting a snack she went outside in the alley beside her home. This is where she would always come when she was upset. Macy layed down in a beaten up old dog bed, curling up. Sure it was cold, but she didnt care. The cold somewhat helped the sting go away.

Ensom crept across the roof, following Macy as she left the house. This is perfect... That grey cat didn't follow her. Then it dawned on him. Why kill her now? She's weak and pathetic. She'll tell me where all my other victims are, just like how she told me where that kitten was. He followed her slowly and carefully from above and waited for the perfect moment.

When Macy had lay down, he knew the moment was right.

He slid off the roof and gracefully landed in front of her, smiling maniacally. "Hey Macy. I told you we'd meet again..." He said in an ominous tone of voice. Without waiting for a responce, he attemped to pounce on her, hoping to pin her down so he could knock her out.

Macy was just about to think when, WHOOSH. The crazy cat landed infront of her. She was about to scream when the cat came charging toward her. The cat pinned her but Macy gave up a fight. She tried to scratch him but missed. She then tried to bite him but the cat pushed on her throat so she wouldnt bite him and also to knock her out. As she was fainting from no air she tried to scream again but it was more like a small gust of wind. Soon Macy had passed out but not before scratching the male on the cheek.

(Insert a long paragraph of me trying to drag someone somewhere then figure out how to tie them up without thumbs here)

Ensom looked down at the now unconscious Macy that lay under his paws. Now... the matter of hauling her somewhere no one can hear her... But where... He thought for a minute, then his eyes looked back up at the now darkening sky. It's almost night, there will be no Skins. I will just have to take a route where the least amout of cats will be... Ensom reached down, grabbed Macy's jingly collar, and began to go back in the same direction as where his house was, dragging her down the road until he reached an old shed somewhere close to his house but closer to the neighborhood. He dropped her close to the wall inside the shed and began to examine tools on the walls and floor that could possibly hold her down.

A rope... wouldn't work... I can't tie knots like Skins. Hammer... Wrench... can't imagine how that could help. Sharp object after sharp object, nothing really seemed to fit what he was looking for. Until his eyes rested on a fox trap, a long metal strand tied to a stick, ideal for catching rabbits and foxes. It could work on cats too... He slipped her leg through the hoop and tightened it to an uncomfortable degree. Then he jumped onto the shelf and prepared himself for his dramatic entrance when she awoke.