The Empire - havoic in ancient Rome

Aurelius made sure the others had made it out safely before leaving himself. The leader ran behind the group, suddenly feeling a spark of hope. Then a large, unsheathed paw met with his side and sent him sprawling into the dirt. He felt a rush of shame for being caught off guard. Should have been looking behind me, he silently scolded himself. The tom stood up as the lion's amber gaze pierced him. He could feel blood slowly running down his leg and forming a puddle. Luckily for him, the lion's side was also wounded. It was crusted over, but clearly would hurt. The golden tom darted forward. He feinted to the side before slipping under the beast and running out. He scented the air for the young cats.

Florianna climbed onto one more building, making it too high for the creature to get to them. "I think... I think it's a lion," The silver she cat whispered to Asher, doing her best to keep the horror from leaking into her voice, watching Aurelius go down with the golden things paws. Her hackles raised, but she called out, "Over here!" She yowled, trying to distract the lion. As long as she could distract the thing, their leader could escape from the large thing.

The heir felt a surge of relief, grateful that Aurelius was safe and alive- bleeding, injured, but alive. The silver she cat shot forward, touching her nose to the golden toms, knowing that they where still in danger but for now safe. "Can you make it back to camp? Do we need to get another cat?" She asked, eyes wide.

She noted the frown that flashed a crossed his face, making her worry. The moment we get back he's going to get that checked out. She thought firmly, before nodding herself. "We didn't run into a lion," She responded. Her pads had been scratched up pretty badly from scrambling up the rough two leg nests, but she had no plans on telling Aurelius that. She refused to show any weakness, so she just ignored it. It wasn't that bad, anyways. Just some sting.

Florianna narrowed her eyes for a moment, catching on to why he was doing this. "Alright. We should stay on the rooftops for as long as we can to avoid the lion. Camp is this way." She mewed simply, not asking any questions. It would be of poor taste to ask him in front of a young apprentice, so she played along with him,pretending she was simply leading for practice. The silver she cat turned around and started off with a flick of her tail.

orry for the short post. Do you want to move to other characters so we don't leave Guardian behind? )

Aurlius scented the air for the lion as they padding across the roof. The wind was strong but it came from the streets. He was caught off guard by the sudden heavy scent of blood and stumbled. His claws unsheathed and caught between the ridges of the clay tiles of the roof. He steadied himself before padding to the roof's edge. It had come from the wind, not from his clotting leg.
The golden tom crouched so nothing would spot him. He looked down to see the lion crippled by a slash to the leg then killed by a sword through the neck. His amber eyes narrowed as he watched the twolegs celebrate. He didn't condemn them for celebrating after a kill; he just noticed their fur was different than normal the normal and they had a lot more shiny, sharp sticks. Something was happening. The golden cat stood up and padded back to the patrol.