Plot, Step 4 }{ DONE

They have fought a great war, the felines of earth. By Dio's guiding grace, no cat has gone down without a fighting chance. Many have perished, cat blood painting the teeth of those Folami monsters, but all is not lost. Ahlam, the messiah, still roams with head held high and heart holding strict determination. And her disciples, the Peace Leaders, are still awake to this day.

The great lion of Zonta, Onida, has perished before his children were born. Zonta sits with no alpha, the only capable follower having turned to the darkness of Ende. They're weak, even with their lands being the only one sustaining water. Akando and Ende still plot against them, brewing thoughts of deadly lust. And now that Onida is no longer with them, they are scattered and confused; heartbroken and lost. Even with the alliance of Eznox, good verses evil seems to have turned it's favors. For once, maybe dark will overcome the light.

How foolish it for the felines to plan war among themselves. They all have a common enemy in the Folami. Even if a rare few oppose the massacre, a great majority accept, and perhaps even take pleasure in it. Dio and Skoll look sadly upon the world, hearts holding much sorrow at the images that play before them. Unless Ahlam can help the Peace Leaders convince both light and dark feline to work together, there is no hope for the survival of the race.

But maybe there's a chance to smile. Not only are there some kinder Folami mixed into the ranks of the devils, but Ezhno and Symphony have been planning this war for a year now. Is there a chance they will not bring it to the spilling of blood? Though doubtful, that little bit of hope can make those opposing the battle have strength. But then again, it is only because those softer of the Akando ranks that so long has been put into preparation. Annora and Kaylie are placed to train the peaceful lioness' of Akando, and have had such little luck with anyone but the eager young.

The weather is not helping the tension that thickens the air. Over a year has passed with only a couple inches of rain. Even the once moist lands of Zonta, have turned dusty. A single watering hole remains, and the kind hearted Zonta has made it legal for loners and opposing prides to share in the small puddle of life. But Anna is becoming less tolerant of anyone outside her young and few numbered friends. It won't be long before she thinks about those loved ones over the rest of existence. It will be then she makes her pride put it's paw down, ending the easy water supply for all of the land. It will be then that weak Zonta will be the enemy of all races.

And so Dio and Skoll wait, speaking only to Ahlam and her disciples. Maybe, just maybe, there is hope yet...But then again, with shadowed souls and water neglected earth, maybe there isn't.