Prologue It was the dead of night, when it happened. Wispy clouds drifted over the sky lazily, the moon only half full. It seemed a lovely night, aside from the thick fog covering the ground. A nice night to stay inside and sit by the fireplace. It happened at the Summervale manor in Redhollow. The foxes who lived there, a small and friendly bunch called the Cirncels, were murdered in their own home. There had been a struggle, as many table and chairs had been broken, as well as kives embedded in the walls and beams along the walls. Whoever had murdered these people was clever, as they hadn’t left any fur, scales or feathers anywhere, neither any scents other than the Cirncels blood. However, they weren’t that clever, as the murderer had …show more content…
The carriage was a bumpy ride, and with his bag and other supplies next to him, he was squished into the side and door. Plus it didn’t help that dirt and insects got in easily. “Thomas, I know you are very determined and all to find this killer, but are you sure we have to go up there?” A pale orange, yellow, and pink lynx in front of him asked nervously. “The place gave me the heebie jeebies without even going up there, and you expect me to sleep there for a week?” “Do you want more people to be murdered Enoch?” The rabbit responded. “Well no, but I just-” The lynx began but Thomas cut him …show more content…
We need as many clues as we can get, because that murderer is still out there.” Thomas sighed, then raised a paw. “Look, it’s only for a week, and plus, we won’t be sleeping in any of the rooms that the Cirncels died in. It’s not as if the murderer is going to come back, right?” Enoch rubbed his blue jacket sleeve awkwardly. “True. . But, promise me something. .” “Mm?” “Can you make sure you don’t die? And that I don't die of course but. . You have gotten into some pretty bad scrapes before, but that was only with theft and injuries, where you knew who the criminals were, but this?” “I should be fine, but if it makes ya feel better, then . . . “ He paused for a second. “I promise I will try to not die and that you will most definitely not die. Now c’mon, catnip.” Enoch scowled. He hated that nickname, but he didn’t say anything. “Gah!” Thomas yelped as the carriage stopped suddenly, making the stack of suitcases nearly bury him, since he was rather small. He stuck a paw though pile of bags waving it around until Enoch grabbed onto him and yanked him out easily. The lynx set him down on the seat and clicked his tongue. “Well, now this’ll take a bit take out. . . And you aren’t that much of a help, since you could barely carry all of your things.” He shook his