A single feline stood in his chamber, his face twisted into a mask of anger. As he looked outside he sneered at the enviroment, so weak and feeble it seemed, so easy to destroy. He walked over to the armor stand that stood in the west side of the chamber. He smiled a little and quickly donned the armor, his face now hidden by a kabuto and his body by more then one layer of armor. He took the scabbard that hung near it, and quickly donned that too. He walked over to the door and opened it, feeling the cool breeze hitting his face. he strode into the hallways and quietly walked to the exit, his eyes, the only thing visible, where narrowed to slits, as if in purebred anger......