Little paws hit the concrete rooftop and ran across it at the speed only a cat can achieve. Behind the small, brown tabby cat ran a platoon of guards, the ruckus caused by the clamour of their armour woke the whole town and men and women alike were joining the mob. Dogs started barking in the distance, yet the cat sprinted on. Leaping from roof top to roof top the little cat knew exactly where she was going and was getting there perhaps faster than needed. Another leap approached 1 stride-2 stride-3 strides and leap. The little cat flew through the warm night air, and missed. Her front claws had connected with rooftop and she used those to cling on for her dear life. She struggled not to cry out. Pulling with her front legs and scratching with her back legs to find something to push her up, she slipped downwards and with a yowl and a dangerous gamble she brought her back leg up, it connected and she pushed, leaping onto the rooftop. The mob was near now. Not stopping to look she set off again with a flick of her tail, at a dead sprint.
If this was not unusual, the scroll in the cat's mouth certainly made it unusual. Even in a place as magical as the country of Emanseria. The mob was yelling "Burn the witch!" "Daemon!" and "Be gone Satan!" for one of the guards had walked in on Ada while she was working, meaning she had to make an unfortunate and hurried exit. She did close the door, it's not her fault the guard did not knock.
The dull thud of hoofbeats in the distance attracted the cat's attention and she turned towards it. A couple of houses on she stopped on a building over looking a main street. Down the main street trotted a bulky black and white horse pulling a green wagon. Street lamps lit the cobble street with warm orange light, chasing the dark away temporarily. The horse did not spook at the shadows from the swinging lanterns hanging on either side of the gypsy wagon's driver seat. In the drivers seat sat a hooded figure with the door behind it, into the wagon wide open.
The little cat crouched, as if to pounce, her bum high in the air as she watched the wagon approach. As it neared her tail swished and she prepared to jump, she waited until she would land on the circular roof of the wagon before she jumped, she nearly slipped off the other side, but she made it. Then she trotted towards the driver and jumped down into the wagon. With a clink she banged the door shut.
A moment later the mob stopped the wagon "Excuse me, have you seen a witch? She is in the form of a small brown cat and is carrying a document?" One of the guards asked the driver. He saw the two white ears poking out from under cloak and thinking it belonged to an elf dismissed the wagon. The mob which waited in patient silence then started their calls again. Many were carrying burning torches and other were carrying all kinds of weapons: pitchforks, spades, axes, swords and cross bows. The figure under the cloak wondered why they didn't shoot the cat with the cross bow. But then again, villagers were never the most intelligent.
The horse lurched forward into a trot again, his heavy hooves hitting the ground with dull thuds. The wagon creaked as it bounced and swayed on the uneven road. The lanterns and the horse's harness jingled as horse and cart moved out the well-lit town and into the dark of the surrounding forest. Once they were well under the cover of darkness again, the door opened and a tanned woman with freckles emerged. "For people who can't read, those villagers are very touchy about this scroll. Honestly, when are they ever going to need it!" Ada exclaimed pushing her headband back and falling into the seat next to the cloaked figure. "So what do we have here anyway?" Ada reached back, grabbed the scroll and opened it. Unfortunately her cat teeth in her tiny cat mouth had gotten slobber all over the back and created several small holes and deep gashes in the parchment. "Oh look! It's lore on humans! We were looking for that right? I think we were?" Ada unhooked a lantern and held it over the parchment, she looked at the driver, the white ears were still poking out from under the cloak. With an annoyed swipe she knocked the cape back to reveal a mask on a stick with the cloak draped over. "Oh right that's where you are, Well Willow you're still here" the horse trotted on and snorted "it's lore, a prediction, of an earthling that will be joining us in our humble dimension. Curiouser and curiouser."