Haven, the Commons, the Roost. Places of joy turned to terror, screams and snarls ringing through the air. Nectar flowed over Haven's grasses, the shine of the Glorious Tyrant filled the commons, and golden buds sprouted from the Roost. Stringpaw stood on the stone wall.
A few paces away stood Trimkit, tiny ear tufts singed from the devastating attack he barely avoided. The front of the wall where he'd previously been was damaged and partially crumbling. String bounded over to it.
Claws scraping against stone, a pile of rocks quickly formed on top of the wall. Telekinetic abilities were incredible, but with stage hazard, and telekinetic blow's short range, it was limiting. String needed to go back to basics, he pressed his paw pads over a nicely shaped piece of stone. Now to find a target.
The Masked Horde needed to be finished off so the remaining vulnerable cats could climb without hinderance, but the few that remained were already subject to swipes and slashes of claws and weapons.