Evil murderer cat out to kill. Open.

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    Boulder, the gray kit, was now replaced by a dim yellow tom cat with dark amber eyes and a white face and chest with brown specks, and lastly, black back feet. He smiled. "I can do that, too."

    Meanwhile, Curvedfang was inspecting the body of the cat killed by the mother, though of course he didn't know the killer. The vole he had been chasing had raced right over this cat before he had stopped, shocked and disgusted by the sight. The head was partially disconnect, the face curled into a silent yowl of pure fear. The paws and body were arranged so it was as if the cat was trying to defend himself from something, but the outstretched paws now sagged in death. Inspecting closer, Curvedfang had found teeth marks on either side of the massive cavity in the cat's throat, gushing out now-dried blood, soaking into the nearby bushes and splattered across the rocky surface. The scent of another cat and blood was heavy on the air, despite being stale for at least a day now. Continuing his investigation, Curvedfang couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched.

    Owlpaw landed gracefully on the ground, turning back to a cat. "Who are you?"


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    "What the-" Curvedfang tripped over over his own paws and splayed into a pool of dried blood. Blinking to make sure there was nothing wrong with his eyesight, he rose, shaking shavings of red into the bushes nearby.


    "How the...what?" he was spluttering like an idiot.


    Control yourself! he thought, mentally shaking himself, There must be a reasonable explanation!


    Facing these two miracle cats who had transformed from owls mere seconds ago, he asked "...um...weren't you two just owls a second ago?"

    "Yep. Owlcats in residence. Names Owlpaw. Thats Barn. So, yeah, call us weird, freaky, mutant, whatever, but why are you here?" asked the silvery cat who transformed from a snowy.

    Barn changed back into an owl again. "Yep. It's today's special, owl-changing cats. What would you like to order?" He hooted with a smile on his face, then looked at the dead body. "I know who killed her." He suddenly whispered.

    "So, you're owlcats. And you-" Curvedfang said, indicating Barn, "have a murderer for a mother."


    He paused, thinking, "I want to get to the bottom of this, so there's no more danger when I report to Fadingstar. Do you know what your mother was like? Where she would go? I'd love to follow her scent trail, but I lost it in the bushes, so I need your help."

    "Im sure you will still smell like her." replied Owlpaw. "There was a piece of moss I stole from her nest to track her...." she pulled something out if a container on her leg. "Here." shw gave it to Curvedfang.

    "Thanks. I want you two to stay here. She could be dangerous, and I don't want to put you two in danger. If I yowl for help, I want you two to either find the nearest SnowClan patrol or head to the SnowClan camp and inform them where I went."