[beau]

Iceblood stretched, her pale pinkish gaze focused staying focused on Beetle. She wrinkled her nose at his starting statement. She wasn't sure how many cats would take kindly to the implication that they were only her to serve some fanciful army he had conjured, but there didn't seem to be much disagreement. The pristine white molly stood, her regal head held high as she listened to the chatter that bounced around her. She wondered how many were here for ulterior motives, and how many were simply manipulated into coming. She glanced around the large crowd of cats, not recognizing too many. To be fair, she hadn't really made a point of socializing, so it wasn't a big surprise she knew few, and besides, most cats here were probably young. Felines who were new to the Dark Forest, who had enemies who still lived and whom they wanted revenge on. Foolish, they were. At least, that's what Iceblood thought.

She was here for nothing but sheer fun, and had no high expectations for this so-called army. They may cause some distress in the living world, but she didn't imagine anything major would happen. Her face took on a look of disdain, so many here would be disappointed. From her experience, the best form of revenge was memory. Those enemies she had in the living world, now all dead at this point, were still haunted by her long after her death. She believed they still might think of her to this day, worrying over events that had passed seasons ago, events she had caused. What better way to torment someone than to forever stay with them, even if it was all only in their head?