Things were looking in good shape as MouseyCop walked around the newly moved Academy. She stood proudly in the center of it all, her fist on her hips as her sharp eyes glanced around the grounds like a hawk. She’d spent so much time having this place built. A place worthy of greatness, where the knowledgeable vowed to take in the younger generations and teach them everything they needed to be taught, to survive in this world. So far, she was proud of the students her Academy had produced, finding that she was often lost in thought whilst walking down the large corridors. Much like she was doing now heading down the ones that lead towards her office.

That was when she caught the flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye. With a sharp, high pitched ‘Eep’ coming from her she bolted the rest of the way to her office before slamming the doors shut and calling everyone into her office. She had time to collect herself and get serious about such an event, as it was indeed a serious one. Which was why she was calling for everyone’s help from both the Academy and even those from The Tiger’s Lair. She wanted to catch this monstrosity as quickly as possible to remove it from the campus. She knew she wouldn’t be able to relax until such was done and the beast was taken away. She sat in her chair, a cup of hot tea in her hands as she sipped at the warm liquid, simply awaiting the arrival of those she had called urgently.

Are we in some Academy thrill? I don't get it?

Sinfest being a transfer student was in awe of the new Academy built in South Side Chicago. The headquarters of The Chicago Academy clearly hadn't skimped on construction bills and was quite the eye catcher. It was one of the reasons Sinfest had even applied to become a student of mouseycop. After Sinfest got settled in his new Dorm room he received word that the Headmistress was looking for everyone. Sinfest rushed down to listen to what the headmistress had to say. After receiving instructions to hunt down a rodent Sinfest couldn't help but giggle. I mean we do have a 'Tiger's Lair' what could this rat be thinking? Sinfest thought to himself. He was new here and didn't really know much about rat hunting. His mother always had a cat and that cat was a good mouser. Sinfest also had heard that there was a SpaceKitty in Philly maybe we could get their assistance in our rat problem. After much inner dialogue Sinfest decided to let someone else maybe come up with an idea before he spoke up. He was new after all.

Oh no, Sinfest thought to himself, SpaceKitty had passed away and lived in new york. He really needed to fact check before coming up with Ideas. Glad I didn't speak out. Sinfest pumps his arm in victory before noticing people were staring at him. Sinfest waves at them hopefully giving the impression of sanity before waiting to hear other people's ideas

Caesar walked in through the gates of the Chicago Academy. He had been sent a letter by pigeon post, informing him, that he was a "Muddle" and was therefore eligible to enroll in this prestigious, and decidedly non-magical institute of higher learning. He wondered why people called him Caesar anyway. Everybody knew his REAL name was Hairy Potty. Amongst the list of books that had been sent to him, it also instructed him to bring a "a long stick made of wood". This stick was ostensibly supposed to choose him, but he figured that if he snapped off a branch from the nearest Elder tree, it would suffice. Hairy Potty could only imagine all the unmentionable things they would be taught to do with this piece of wood.

He had taken the first train from platform 69 and 3/4 and was looking forward to the classes. As he walked towards the location where the "Frisking Ceremony" would take place (some sort of weird initiation ritual that divided you into the gangs of hooligans you would wreak havoc alongside for the rest of term), he checked his time table and was horrified to see that his first lesson was "Lube Manufacturing" with Professor Swape, the kinkiest teacher in the school. 

DotBoom, having taken the precautions to shelter some 4 newborn cats at -15C outdoor, in his own little warmed house, with authorities trying to be so harsh regarding the falsely augmented heating bills, he thought he could organize them some rat hunt training. Let's see what the results would be, coz they made almost a month by themselves...

-Awaken by the clank of the academy gates, -om- looks through the glass window as he puts his shirt on sees sinfest celebrating a victory, "Hope he got the bloody rodent !" Walks out the dorm door, sees Augustus_Caesar with a tree branch. "Hope that helps" -om- said to himself

Meme_Lord, I like those stories about fallen angels too. And stories about crippled wings too. It's all musical anyway...

Caesar was astounded at the flying stick. Fuck! He and Meme_Lord had smoked too much of catnip. Grabbing his equally intoxicated friend, he leaves the academy promptly, allowing its residents to resume their business normally.................