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Jagger faced his adversary in the darkened garden. The younger fur person
crouched and bared his teeth. Jagger launched himself, his body slamming into
the other feline’s. They rolled together a snarling mass of fur, claws, and teeth.
They broke apart suddenly. Both of them relaxed. Jagger turned to look over his shoulder.
Behind him stood Ming, the kitten, another coal black, but slightly older kitten named BC and Tawney, a striped female. BC and Tawney lived with one of the Castle ladies, Flo. Jagger’s adversary was Smokey, Tawney’s brother."You saw, both of you, how Smokey and I did not allow each other access to our necks?" The two wide-eyed black kittens nodded in response to Jagger’s question. "Good. The neck must be protected. Even if your adversary is not Immortal, such
as Smokey, the neck takes to long to heal. You can’t risk it. And never think that only an Immortal can take your head. Anyone with the claws and ability, or just plain luck, can. The quickening will be wasted and you will be gone."
The kittens swallowed hard. They were both in awe of Jagger. It was unusual for one teacher to have two students. It was testament to Jagger’s abilities that the Council had allowed it."Jagger’s right. It doesn’t happen often but I have heard of an Immortal Fur Person being to cocky and losing his head to a Mortal Fur Person." Smokey stretched as he spoke. "So, enough for one night Jagger?"
Before Jagger could answer a delicate grey female hurried into the garden. Her name was Tasha and she lived with Flo as well. "Someone is breaking into the Castle!" She said. "I was resting in the library, and that, that human just cut right through one of the stained glass windows. The stained glass! What kind of barbarian does that?"
"Yipee! We’ll get him!" BC jumped up to go after the intruder but did not get very far. Tawney had one paw on his tail, holding him in place."You will not. You and Ming may watch, as it may well be educational. However, Jagger and Smokey will take care of this." Tawney’s voice was soft but firm and allowed no room for discussion.
BC looked down at the floor, thoroughly dejected. "Never get to have any fun." he muttered.
Tasha glanced over from where Jagger was consoling her about the window. "Fighting is not meant to be fun. It is a necessary part of survival."
"Yes, Ma’am." BC answered.
"Well then, if Jagger and I are to take care of this we should best get to it." Smokey and Jagger walked quickly into the Castle, followed by the others.The burglar moved his flashlight around the library. He chuckled as it came to rest on three laptop computers sitting on a table. This was going to be the heist of a lifetime. Between the antiques and the technology it was a thief’s dream. It was going to be too easy. He had simply walked up the driveway and let himself in. The women who apparently owned the Castle were more than a little strange. Not having a security system to guard all their valuables was proof of that.
He reached for one of the laptops and froze as he heard the growl behind him. He turned slowly and saw several pairs of glowing eyes. Two large cats stepped into a patch of moonlight. They were both growling, teeth gleaming.
"Good kitties. Nice kitties." The burglar stepped back. The last thing he wanted was those gleaming teeth embedded in his flesh. Or the claws that undoubtedly came with them. He glanced quickly to his left. He had left the window open in case he needed a quick exit. He wondered idly if he could move faster than the cats and doubted it.
"Good kitties?" Smokey scoffed. The burglar’s eyes bulged out of their sockets. He looked wildly around the room, hoping desperately to see another human.
"Patronising, isn’t?" Jagger’s voice rolled through the burglar’s mind. "Like we have no brains."
"This can’t be happening." The burglar looked positively sick. "You can’t be talking. I can’t be hearing this."
"Of course, you can." Jagger said, cheerfully. "It has nothing to do with your intelligence. If we want you to hear us, you will."
"I’m losing my mind." He continued to back up, right into a suit of armor. It clattered noisily and the burglar jumped forward. He screamed and ran to the window. He dived out of it and hit the ground running.
Only the laughter of the felines followed him.
THE END
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