[ghostwriter]

//open//

What a terrible inconvenience, this would certainly stain. Montag flattened his ears as he meticulously washed the sticky crimson from his paws, submerging them in the shallow water. If they had just been still, like he had recommended, his paws wouldn’t be stained with their insolence.
No good deed goes unpunished, I suppose. Montag thought to himself, feathery tail twitching as he worked to purge his paws of the blood.
They had been a terribly boring cat, he had done them, and certainly everyone else a favor.