As soon as Little White Cat finished speaking, the cats below began to meow softly.
Some voices carried excitement, while others murmured among themselves. The meows rose and fell, echoing through the quiet rockery.
Fortunately, it was late autumn. The weather was cold, and no one wanted to come to the park for a walk after sunset.
If it had been summer, many people would have come to the park in the evening to escape the heat. Hearing so many cats meowing, someone would definitely have grown curious and come to investigate.
By then, this "war council" would never have been able to continue smoothly.
Little Black Cat finally spoke, his voice low. "Tonight's operation will follow Little White's orders. Don't act alone... Remember, safety comes first."
The cats nodded one after another, their eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.
The wind blew in from beyond the rockery, carrying a chill, but it did nothing to dispel their fighting spirit.
A "battle for territory" belonging to the cats was about to begin beneath the veil of night.
The evening breeze sent fallen leaves drifting gently past, while all the underlings wore expressions brimming with fighting spirit.
Little White Cat's snow-white whiskers trembled slightly. He was deeply satisfied and unconsciously nodded slowly.
Little Black Cat swished the tip of his tail as well, his dark, gleaming eyes glowing faintly.
With the final tactical reminder delivered, the pre-battle meeting officially ended.
Little White Cat raised a forepaw and gently rubbed his cheek. His clear voice scattered into the evening breeze.
"All right, that's all for the meeting. Go home and rest for now. We'll regroup later."
The moment he finished speaking, the feral cats below let out a unified "meow." Their voices were crisp and orderly, and then they turned around one after