A familiar scent fills the area, the leader of the felines, Leonus, staring upwards into the sky, shocked at what this flaw could mean for them. Turns out it may be even worst than the wolves, the scent flowing all over the area becoming obvious to the tiny citizens of the town. "MICE!" Someone shouts and as if on que a large voice booms over the area. "It seems you were trying to attack our allies. Did you forget that we were the ones that were forced to provide you with this technology? Did you really think we would not sabotage it?" Leonus looks at his head engineer with a snare, the panther backing away slowly unsure of whether he should fear the mice or his leader.
"You will now be directed towards your containment jars where you will await your fate. Anyone who argues or tries to escape will be terminated." The mice are serious and the populace knows it. Still, there are those who run and end up a little red stain on the ground, these littered throughout the city as the felines are grouped on in jars by the mice surrounding the now tiny village grins on their previously little rodent faces showing maliciousness and even perhaps thoughts of revenge.
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