The Storm Gathers
The sky above Cosium had been shadowed by dense cloudcover that promised rain but had delivered none in the past two days. Though it was the middle of the day and all the villagers in Ruatha ought to have been busy working in the fields to get the crops planted before the shower began, every single person had crowded the square instead. A raised platform with three whipping posts stood at the center, weakening and splitting as fire ate away at its supports. The flames were not nearly as hot as the anger of those looking on and the black smoke swept up to join the dark, boiling clouds above.
“They forced us into hard labor, starved our families, and tried to break us with beatings!” a yellow cat cried to the crowd, one hand gesturing to the blackening whipping posts in needless emphasis. “We won’t sit back and let them keep doing it now that they no longer have any authority over us!”
The response was deafening as fury