• It was a cold night in London, about 10:35pm. The sky was full of softly glowing stars and planes, as the moonlight shined apon the buildings, and shops. I'm Leon, your average big cat, with smarts that could make an Irishman stop drinking. I usually wander alone around london, making sure all is well, and if not I take care of the problom before anybody notices.
    The snow and Ice on the pebbles walkway soaked through the fur on my feet paws, squishing up inbetween them making a chill run up my spine, making the little tuft of hair I had stand on end. I had'nt really thought over what I needed to wear out so all I had on was my tan fedora, and a dark maroon vest.
    As I continued to walk, uneasy, unsure of what was bound to happen I thought to myself "Hope for the best, prepare for the worst." At that, A noise came from an ally inbetween the clothes shoppe, and the book store, the shadow of a mysterious lupin figure made started to dart into the other direction, leaving behind a trail of something.
    Running towards the figure, that was already a remarkable distance ahed I opend my mouth to holler, but bent down to see what he had left instead. For even though he was getting away, he had left a trail behind. On my knees I dipped a paw into the liquid, it was thick, and as I lifted up my paw to see other details I realized it was a bit thick, smelt of rust and metal, and it was a bright red....
    It was blood, whomever was here had murderd somebody and paniced, not realizing the victum was leaving a trail behind to frame there killer. I rose to my feet, and taking of my fedora, rand a paw through my hair saying aloud "Looks like someone is going to paint the town red tonight...besides me that is...."