An Assasin's Creed Short: The Forming

~The Awakening~
A hooded black cat trotted through the street. "Templars!" She cursed. "Spirit, we gotta move!" The orange-eyed tuxedo cat hissed. "I know, I know." Spirit grumbled as they surged forward in the crowd. "Do you see them?" A harsh voice called out. Spirit held her breath and pushed past a wealthy youth. "Hey!" The ignorant youth yelled. "Sorry!" Spirit grumbled again and cried out as Jim got caught in the crowd. "Jim!" She yowled and shoved a guard aside. She grabbed Jim and shoved him forwards. "Oh no." Jim said. "They're having a meeting! The king's up there!" Spirit moaned. "We're caught. Trapped!" Spirit said in dismay. "It's a trap." Jim said huskily. "This is our end, Spirit."

"No it's not!" Spirit grabbed him and darted in front of the king. The king was shocked by the bold action and started coughing. "Sire!" A guard rushed forward.