the old grey and orange winged cat walked forward to 5 others, much younger than himself,  he looked at the 5, then his orange eyes glowed brightly, shining out his pupils "soon, there will be only 2 kingdoms left, the kingdoms of Dark and Light will conquer, the grass will join to light, and the darker ones will enslave the trees and blood.. they will be at war for a long time.. but soon, 2 will turn to 1.. and they will be at war with a new race.. one they once thought to protect.." the old cat said "they will be allied, by only a few... a small amount from another world, one much like ours..." he said again, padding away

a red cat with black wings spoke next, seeming impatient "dark and light, dark enslaves the trees and blood... who is the trees, who is the blood, who is the darkness!?" she said, seeming hostile, then a brown, old looking cat spoke "Easy, Iris" he said, his voice was raspy, a white cat spoke "i believe the grass may be Frintius, his kingdom is the only one who can blend with grass so perfectly" he said, Iris seemed to realize what was happening, she yelled out "if this means my kingdom is blood, i REFUSE." she snarled, Frintius sighed "i shall accept what comes, if 2 become 1, it means at least we are in harmony"

the only one who hadn't spoke was a black cat, she had no wings.. but didn't seem bothered, she spoke, her voice brought a quick swift silence "i still believe that whatever the elder says is a lie, just a trick of the eyes..." she said, the white cat stiffened "you disrespect the elder like this every time, it's been several thousand years Nyin, you have to realize this is serious instead of leading like a child!" He said angrily, the brown cat spoke again "Arian, perhaps Nyin is right" he said "Olant, you musnt side with HER.." Arian said..

the last of the conversation is forgotten.. its a common myth between royalty and rich humans however...