START A RIOT / mass raid + takeover

[hushsound.]

The Pitt. Despite having never encountered their fury firsthand before, Hush had been bombarded by stories of blood and betrayal and slavery all stemming from just one group, ever since he had joined the Typhoon. The moment Jervis's name had entered his ears, he had taken up his sword, dedicating himself to training and readying himself for battle. It had been a long wait – long enough for him to become well acquainted with his new home – but now, surely, it would finally be the end of things. Hushsound hadn't missed the faint hesitation in his clanmates eyes when the small golden male accompanied them, assuming that he was too frail or too weak to take on a group as vicious as the Pitt. However, he knew that he could prove them all wrong. Hell, he would prove them all wrong, even if it meant fighting valiantly until he collapsed. Despite appearances, he wasn't a child, and he wasn't just going to continue to let the Pitt do whatever they wanted. He had heard far too many horror stories, and now the score needed to be settled, with bloodshed or not. Clenching his blade in his jaws, the domestic feline padded up a little bit behind Goldie, settling down and digging his claws into the earth as his eyes darted around, searching for any signs of their enemies. He wouldn't rush in without Goldie's orders – after all, she was giving them a chance to surrender – but he could feel every muscle tensed and ready, ready to attack when the moment came. Silent, he hoped that the Pitt just decided to surrender, sparing them all from the bloodshed that would surely happen if not, but he didn't get his hopes up too much for Jervis – or any of his underlings – to take that option.

[glow=black,2,300]LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH[/glow]