Tiffany practiced using her cat form. She turned her eyes to cat
eyes, ears to cat ears, and nails to claws, over and over
again.
"I know a lot of things." She replied to Amy ominously.
Amy took out her long plait of her to show her long, silky hair.
She decided to re-do her plait more neatly, she sat in the side of
her bed and began to entwine thick strands of hair together.
Tiffany ran her nails along the chalkboard on the wall. It had
directions and wanted posters hung on it. She smiled as she saw 2
posters showing her face. She ran to a cart and stole a bronze
helmet. She ran off, and a villager screamed.
Amy finished her plait and sighed. "I need to go to the
blacksmiths." She muttered, grabbing her sword and running over
there, she was pretty fast, as she was an assassin.