This is an incredibly short chapter, but I need this to start up the rising climax.

It Begins

"Are you sure about this?" asked one cat with a spotted pelt and no tail asked his companion.

The companion, an unusual looking cat with pointed sideways ears, tuff fur and a spotted pelt, looked up at the full moon, her golden eyes glittering like predators.

"Oh, almost definitely," she crackled, her voice high and raspy.

The no-tailed cat looked down at his paws uncertainly. "B-but, someone could get hurt, and—"

"Enough!" the strange she-cat growled, cutting off the other. "We shall did it my way, and my way alone!"

"B-but what if Tornado or Bandit get wind of this? They could—"

"They will do nothing of the sort!" She crackled again. "With those silly Clan cats out of the way, the Lynx will take over!"

The other cat bowed his head. "Y-yes, of course."

The she-cat kicked her back leg out, knocking some dirt into the other's eyes. "Then come. We need to get the plan in motion. At their next gathering, we shall strike. . . It begins!"

Saul the fox watched the two cats interacting from the safety of a burrow under a tree. Narrowing his eyes, he growled, "Yes, it certainly begins," before disappearing into the darkness.

I apologize for how short this is. Next chapter will be longer, I promise.