UNREST-of-the-Ferals

“Great Pr’rha! Great Pr’rha! Come quickly!” Mr’rhan’s head bolted upright at the frantic call of a random cat of his colony. It had been a long day of keeping the peace within his pack and the young tom was attempting to catch a short nap before finishing the evening rounds and checking on the newer members. But it did not seem to be in his future as the small cat raced up, its fur bristled with alarm and confusion. The leader turned just in time to see the massive form of his All Paws pad out from the room beside his, glowering at the young cat. “What do you think you’re doing, No Paws?”