The Lost City Crime: A Story

[Sandfire12]

Hi everyone!
The Lost City event sure did get dramatic today, what with the break-in and the vandalism! I was inspired by this to write a short story about some of my pets, which I specially dressed up in the items we got from The Lost City. You can see the pets here.
The following is just the beginning; a short part of the story I decided to write. If enough of you want to see more, I may write more and post it soon.
Now, that's enough from me. On with the story!

“Sir! Reporting for duty.”
Creekclaw stood tall, chest puffed out, his blue seashell lance gripped tightly between his jaws. Beside him sat the newest member of the Guard, a younger she-dog named Wingflame. She, too, was looking proud in her guard uniform, her jaws clamped tight around her green lance.
Cuttler the squid hovered in the water with his back to the two guard dogs. His tentacles were trembling.
“Have either of you heard anything about the break-in?” Cuttler’s voice shook with stress.
“A break-in?” Yipping in shock, Creekclaw accidentally dropped his lance, and hastily bent to pick it up again.
“That’s correct. A break-in.” Cuttler turned, the bags under his eyes revealing all the stress and worry he was going through. Wingflame’s teeth tightened around her lance.
“Last night someone broke into the courtyard and smashed all of our priceless instruments,” Cuttler went on to explain. “We don’t know who yet. Since I got here and found out about it, I’ve been trying to work out who did it.” He clenched a tentacle. “Whoever did it will be punished.” He swam aside to reveal a pinboard, cluttered with notes and photos and strings.
“What can we do to help you?” Creekclaw asked.
“I need all members of the royal guard to make sure the castle is guarded twenty-four hours a day,” Cuttler instructed. “If those vandals dare come again, they will be caught. I trust in you to do it.”
Both dogs saluted simultaneously. “Yes, sir!”
“And while you two keep the castle secure, I need our deep-sea team to search for clues around the city,” Cuttler went on. “Creekclaw, please go retrieve them now.”
Nodding, the blue-and-white dog bounded off. Ducking into a room, he felt five pairs of eyes land on him.
“Hey, Creekclaw!” A bright-eyed, enthusiastic green-and-black cat with orange mushrooms on her chest bounded up to him. “What’s up? Do you need me and my crew for something?”
Creekclaw nodded. “There’s been a break-in. Cuttler’s got the guards patrolling the perimeter, and he needs you five to scour the city for clues. Anything that could help the case must be brought back.”
The cat’s face fell. “A break-in? That’s awful…”
“I know.” Creekclaw nodded again. “All the priceless Jamboree instruments were smashed.”
The cat was hardly listening anymore; instead she and her crew were already wriggling into tight wetsuits, and strapping on their goggles.
“We’ll start the search immediately,” the black-and-green cat promised as she zipped up her red wetsuit and pulled on her oxygen tank.
“Thanks, Midnightslash.” Creekclaw wasted no time in running back to where Cuttler and Wingflame were waiting.

[Ranger of the North]

Mark~ c:

[Bebewallaby]

That's amazing! I love it so much!