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He looked up and saw the sun about to set, he looked at the corner of the stet when he heard a little scratching noise and saw a mice skuttling, he quietly walked ove r and lept int the air pouncing on it and cught it in his paws, he dug his claws in then let go once it had stopped moving and ate it in two gulps, he didnt feel like catching anything too big right now, he nodded then walked to the broken window and hoped through it in to a dark room with dust and droppings on the floor and rubble, this was the best house on the street as it was only missing parts of the roofs and a couple of bricks he climbed up the squeky stairs and once he got to the top he punced up getting his front feet and head onto the roof and he swirmed and pulled himself up on to the roof, he walked to the top and layed down with a nce view around him and on the packs den.
“Don’t think I have any intention of caressing your cheek and saying I was wrong.. I will not weep and wonder what might have been.
I’m sure you understand.
Still… I’m proud of you, in a way. You’ve shown great conviction. Strength. Courage. All noble qualities.
I should have killed you long ago.” - Haytham Kenway