The Hunter

You don't know where you're going, exactly. But it doesn't matter to you. All you want is to find the source of the Clean Ones scent. You cannot see them, only your growls and shrieks let you know where your going. Otherwise you'd be crashing into buildings left and right. You pass many other of your lesser cousins, a few of your brothers, and the Crying One.
The sound of ear-splitting pops excites you.

Your getting closer.
It isn't long before you can hear the noises they make to each other, loud, determined, fearful.
This only excites you more, you leap across the buildings, things with wheels, whatever you can to get to where the Clean ones are.
You pass a Big One, who must be going in the same direction.

Your pace quickens. You growls and hisses get louder. Your Blue Camouflage almost goes up from concieling the gory, bloody spots that used to be your eyes.
Finally, you have found them. Four.
One of them was already being led away by the Laughing Little One.

You choose your target.

The one with the white and red.
You crouch down, preparing to leap. They were pointing their Deadly noise-sticks in every direction, even shooting one of your Brothers.
You growl, hiss, and with a shriek you leap forward towards your doomed prey.