"We Will Not Falter ... " (Open/Main Topic)

Shrouded ~ Blackthorn Legion Leader

The time had come to call upon the clan. Blackthorn survived another day of Terrainia's plot to overthrow the forest with their relentless brute strength. To the Legion's luck, their resolved in keeping the forest as their home was a success and even more so when sending Terrainia with their half-bitten off tails between their legs.

"To all that may hear me, please gather beneath the bramble rock! I have an announcement to make!" Shroud yowled off in the distance, standing atop a rock that sat in the middle of a tall and dense bramble patch, various shades of dark blue-purple colors and mixed with dirty browns. The bramble patch had several hundred if not more of thorns jutting out and the brambles even growing around the steep rock, curling around it with its thorny vines. 

Seeing that cats began to gather, and her right paw, Nightshade stood beside her, Shroud opened her maw to speak once again. 

"As you may all know, a band of rogues of the name Terrainia plotted to overthrow the forest by defeating all of us and taking our lands from us. They have failed in their attempts but that does not give us enough room to celebrate. We must toughen our defenses, as well as double patrols. Do not go alone, remain within decent numbers. We are to not falter to this pathetic excuse of rogues!" She roared, the cats rallying beneath her. 

"Are there any questions or concerns before we proceed with these advances?" The cats below murmured, Shroud and Nightshade stood tall awaiting a voice to poke through the crowd.

"Well!? Anyone want to speak their piece!? We don't have all day!" Nightshade bitterly snapped, she despised other cats making their prestigious leader waiting for trivial matters like this. Time was being wasted, and that couldn't upset anyone more than Nightshade herself.