Alamew's POV

   The grey soldier looked at her with a puzzled expression. Get her sword? Was she going to kill them? He honestly didn't have a problem with that, as long as she didn't get hurt. But would- no, COULD she really kill him? He shook his head and padded silently over to the meowvern to get some milk and calm down.
"If your worrying," a voice behind him mewed, "She's going to be fine." He turned around to see a turquoise Meower stalk out from the shadows.
"Swordtail! I didn't expect you to be here this late. Thought you'd be down by the jail, either drunk or just plain.. In jail." The large cat swayed.
"Pfft! Nonsense. I'm purfectly- " He staggered, then fell face first. Alamew smirked. Why wouldn't he be drunk? A retired knight with as many sand dollars as him, he could get whatever he liked. Or could he? Alamew noticed a trail of thick red ooze streaming out from under Swordtail. He turned him over and gasped. There were 3 long scratches along his belly! Could this be a death wish? 'I have to tell Princess Snuggles about this. He turned towards the castle and ran. He had to get there before anything bad happened!