MURDER MURDER & BLACK CONVERTIBLES | ascendants

They have evidence? The male thought to himself as he felt his heart race, widened eyes glancing at Thea momentarily. During his quick glance towards the Snow Leopard, the male's eyes scanned her- finding no bag of evidence to backup her claim. Even with the evidence not being here, just the claim of a mass chunk of brown and cream fur terrified him. What if the claim is true? If the fur they have matches his, how will he get out of this? Perhaps they mixed him up for another tom, but that Snow Leopard insisted it was him. Bucky wondered if they'd even need Sunhaven's scent, if the fur matches. Unless the murder was just committed a few hours prior, Bucky knows that scents don't last forever. If the murder was days ago, the scent would be faded away.

The former assassin couldn't focus on the apparent evidence for very long. For the very moments he was looking over at Thea, Bucky was pulled back to reality. That's right- he's currently pinned to the ground by a lioness, with her big paws firmly on his neck. He's loosing more and more air with every passing second. He has to get released, or he will die! And then with him dead, they'll brush this murder off to the side, not even bothering to wonder if the male was framed all along. "Let me go," He gasped as his lungs screamed for air, vision beginning to cloud up, "You're going to kill me!" It certainly seemed that was Riza's intention, but maybe his plead can grab Bastilleprisoner's attention. He should be controlling his warriors after all!