Standing before the two rebels was a cat with white fur. Considering its collar, which looks like made of gold and pretty expensive, the vat seemed like the cat is raised by someone from the royal family or castle.
“I thought I saw…” said one rebel, lowering his sword. He shook his head. “Never mind. I guess we’ll need to keep searching for the prince.” “Right, keep move.”
Then they passed the cat, and rushed across the hall. The cat, Jasper, was sitting there. Well, he didn't think that it would make him a cat. Even, a female cat. The absence of the thing between his, now her legs proved it.
She couldn't sure if Anya considered he could be a cat, but fortunately the locket was still there, as the golden holding it was got shorten and placed like a cat collar. If only she could find Anya, she will turn her back.
Jasper slowly stood up and walk accross the hall. She knew she should get out of there quickly, but it walking slowly was the best as she could, surely as she had never walked like cats do.
By soon she got used to walking as a cat, and didn't know which corridor she was because of field of vision of a cat almost at the ground, she found a opened window. “Maybe I could jump over there”. She did, with a nimble movement of a cat, and she leap on to the lower roof of the palace.
Passing over the rebels under the ground, she escaped the palace by leaping over roof from another roof. Finally she entered the city nearby. She didn't know where he was, where to go, and what will happen...