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Finally, we are strong enough. We will attack. We will prove to be victorious. There’s no reason to hold back any longer.
The Dusk Syndicate, after all, was a powerful group. Their numbers had been growing for moons. Not as much as Halite had hoped, unfortunately... the light gray-furred tom envisioned massive floods of felines joining, doubling their population and making it greater in comparison to the clans... but it’d have to do. There was a sizable number of fighters at his control, ready to follow Halite’s orders with the flick of his tail. Leading was stressful, but at the same time, it was satisfying to order the lesser cats around.
For the past couple of moons, the Commander laid in his den at night, pondering on ways to seize revenge. The source of his aggravation were the clans- and specifically, among them,
SkyClan. Halite was one to hold a grudge, and although it had been a while since the last battle between the Dusk Syndicate and SkyClan, he hadn’t forgotten a thing. Every cat fallen, the blood that spilled among the grass and soil, the humidity and tension of the air... it all was stuck to him, interwoven with his distaste.
Grousestar. he thought next, biting his lip at the mere recollection of the clan leader’s face.
I’ll meet him again tonight. I hope you’ll be surprised.
After all, what was a better strategy than attacking when the enemy was at their weakest point? Tonight was the gathering, a supposed time of peace. Nobody would suspect such an ambush like this; all warriors and queens were brought up with the naive assumption that they were protected by... what was it? Oh, yes, their deceased ancestors. What a ridiculous thought.
The full moon hung in the air, radiating a creamy white against the dark hue of nighttime. As Halite and the rest of his followers edged close towards the gathering mound, he noticed the bickering of two clan leaders.
Ah, it seems that there’s already drama, he mused.
And heightened tension. So much for ‘peace’.
There reached a point where Halite was close enough to hear the individual words, but he didn’t comprehend any of them. The rush of adrenaline soared throughout his body.
Okay, don’t think too much- if you think you’ll get nervous; just get out there and do what you’re planned out for these past days. he demanded himself.
With as menacing of a posture the undersized tom could achieve, the Commander hopped into the mound. He raced forwards, intruding the meeting. The cats below were a blur of gray and brown- a greater amount then he’d imagined.
All eyes were upon him, probably, but Halite only rested his gaze onto all five of the clan leaders. His eyes were narrowed and startlingly cold, like shards of the stone he was named after. “
Oh, hello.” the tom stated first, as if he had a right to interrupt all of this.
Following that, quickly, Halite’s voice raised, so that even apprentices in the very back of the gathering could hear: “
The Dusk Syndicate has arrived, and we take no mercy. Attack!” he mewed, flicking his tail, directing his fellow soldier-like fighters to swarm the gathering.