A small blur of black shot through the open doorway of the humble building that was the Stone's Head Architect's home and office.The blur of black shot through the area at almost invisible speeds, reaching the locked room at the held the scrolls with ease. Slowing to a stop, the small cat, hardly older than a kitten, sat and stared up at the doorknob. If a ninja were to assess the cat, it would have no higher a chakra output than a normal street cat. The kitten seemed to think for a long period of time, then it jumped up onto the door knob. With a small needle, possibly a senbon, in it's mouth, it picked the lock. Dropping the senbon silently, it pushed its way into the room. The architect was out on an important meeting dinner, and no one was there to stop the kitten. It hopped lithely up onto the shelves, and took a single scroll in it's mouth. Jumping toward an open window, it began to flee through the village, masked by the dark of night, with the blueprints in it's mouth.