@catfcng gets a children's rebellion.
There were few things that were inevitable, and near the top of that list was death, taxes, and the wrath of petty gods.
It was time for these humans to face the latter two. They had refused to pay tribute, gone so far as to chase him, a god, out of their store, and Usi had already withdraw his protection.
But that was not enough, he needed vengeance, to make them pay for refusing him what he was due.
It had taken weeks of careful coordination to fill the rooftop ventilation with mice, his fellow kittens were not nearly as adept at catching them as the elders. But they made do, keeping their secrets close to the chest…and today was the day.
The plan went into motion the moment the humans began unloading the newest shipment of cheeses and deli meats. The truck was open, the plastic wrap slit, and the humans focused.
The first step was from a kitten who had chosen the alias "trashboy." A pigeon, skillfully caught and kept imprisoned in the corner, was snuck past the doors and released into the store. In the chaos he managed to tear down a chain of sausages, the first of many prizes to be dragged off into alleyways.
Next Usi released the mice, magic rusting through the ventilation shaft and dropping them onto the humans below. Then, with his best leonine roar, he sprang into action, bringing with him at least a dozen of the town's most young chaotic felines.
By the time it was all said and done they had made off with cheeses and meats galore, with one of them going so far as to leave a message in the middle of the loading bay's floor. A mouse, head lying several feet away from its body, and intestines strung up like Christmas lights.
In their secret headquarters they feasted like royalty, cheese crumbs sticking to whiskers and rotisserie chicken juices making them look like lions digging fangs into a fresh kill. It was a child's bacchanal, pudgy little bodies going so far as to roll in the pilfered butter spilling out of mutilated metallic packaging. So long as a kitten had contributed a mouse they could take part, taking advantage of the spoils of war.
No one could hope to challenge them, not even the Cat King…and if he showed up Usi would definitely let him know who was in charge of this gang, and of this little abandoned warehouse that nothing on two legs dared to enter