Fire ravaged the town as the pirates snooped through empty houses. The fire was merely to scare the cats, not to cause any damage. 

MottlePaw burst into a home, looking at a mother and her kit. She and her mother should've been like that too, caring and protecting one another.

"Where is thy gold? Thy loot?" She demanded. The mother cat hissed but was clearly in pain. MottlePaw's eyes bore into her soul as the kit stepped forwards. "We're not telling thou, meanie!" The kit snarled.

MottlePaw glanced at it. "Keep out of this, kit. Be grateful that I be e'en letting thou live. Say to me where the loot is now, and I shall spare thy mother's life as well." MottlePaw threatened.

The kit flinched and lashed its tail. "'Tis beneath the floorboards. Under the table." The mother hissed. MottlePaw walked over to the table and uprooted the floorboards, grabbing the bags of gold chips and running off with them.

She took them to the ship, then went back out into the burning city. She passed by Fawnling, who was attacking another cat. Then she passed by Ghostly, who was having a conversation with the cats he was raiding as he took their loot.

MottlePaw was ticked off by Ghostly's behavior. He was too friendly, even when he wasn't supposed to be. She was starting to think he was a bad captain.

MottlePaw stopped in her tracks as a burning beam fell in front of her. She turned back and headed towards another home, quickly searching through it and grabbing what little loot remained.

She headed back to the boat and hid it. She was out of breath now, which was never a good thing. Luckily, she could hear the others returning. Tori, Skye, Marsh, Moon, Winter, Patchy, Pearl, Fawnling, Sunray, Ghostly, and Kat. She could smell them beneath the ashes and smoke of the fire.

MottlePaw looked at them. Fawnling had a massive wound on his belly, Kat was heavily burned, and Sunray seemed to be having trouble breathing. The others seemed mostly fine, with a few scars and mild burns here and there.

It confused MottlePaw. Fawnling was fine just a few minutes ago, so how did he get that big of a wound so quickly? She didn't bother pondering on it for long as the captain lifted the anchor and the others took their places, helping Fawnling and Kat to the medical cabin, where Pearl and Tori would watch over them.

MottlePaw sighed as she walked over to Ghostly, sitting down next to the captain and the wheel. "Today was eventful. Catastrophic. I wonder if everyone shall doth alright. Didst thou wot this would befall?" MottlePaw asked.

Ghostly shrugged. "We expected the worst, yet none of us knew it would befall. Hence, 'i a way, I suppose I didst wot it would befall." He responded.

MottlePaw scowled at his response yet nodded. She didn't want to think about it too long, as by now she had caught her breath, and they were already leaving the burning town. She wondered if the folks there would be alright, or if they'd be upset.