*Xeyla Kanai sat at the head of a crowded table for of yelling and cursing sea beasts. On the table were large platters of seabird, fish, and skilly n’ duff. Looking distastefully at the sloppiness of her crews, the admiral wildcat, spat in disgust. This will have to change, she thought to herself, Just because they’re evil beasts doesn’t mean they have to be sloppy beasts! “That’s it!” Xeyla finally yelled out angrily, “Every beast up on his or her paws and stand attention immediately!” The crews hastened to do her bidding. One, however, did not. The sitter was a large stoat, with coarse brown hair, deep yellow eyes, and an attitude the size of Southsward. He stayed sitting at his plate, looking content with his disobeying. Xeyla walked over to the stoat. “I said get up!” she demanded aggressively. The stoat did not listen, so the Xeyla tried a different approach, “What’s your name,” she asked calmly. Looking up at his admiral the stoat sneered, “Biro, but I don’t know what it matters to you.” “Okay Biro,” the wildcat replied, “Are you good at hand to hand combat?” Biro grinned evilly at Xeyla. “The best you’ll ever see,” he answered proudly. “Alright then,” Xeyla stated, “I challenge you to a match- to the death!” Biro stood up and stared into the admiral’s eyes, while clasping her paw stiffly, “You have just made the worst mistake of your life, cat. The next you’re going to see your beloved Storm Chaser is when you casket is being pushed into the sea!” The crew around Xeyla and Biro formed into a large but tight circle and they pushed away the tables and chairs to give extra room. Biro walked around the edge of the circle looking at Xeyla with full confidence that he would win. Xeyla on the other hand, stayed in the center of the circle, turning slowly to keep her back away from Biro’s range. The wildcat faked a stumble, and Biro lunged at her as she supposedly went down. He was caught unaware as Xeyla leaped high in the air, grabbing the low-handing chandelier, and the large stoat went sailing into the crowd of seabeasts. The admiral dropped to the ground and waited for Biro to rise. He spun around ferociously and ran again at Xeyla, but went into the crowd just as before. The stoat stood up, now totally infuriated at the wildcat admiral’s sudden movements. “All right, cat, I’m gonna show you who the next leader around here’s gonna be!” he growled. Leaping a gain at Xeyla, he misstepped, and gave the wildcat the break she needed. She flipped over him, landing behind the stoat as he halted, and as he was turning around she pinned him to the ground. Biro breathed heavily in short, labored gasps. “Stupid fool!” she snarled, “You should have kept that mouth of yours shut! I’ll give you a second chance, only if you swear on you honor as a sea stoat that you’ll give me no more trouble.” Biro’s answer came quickly. “Never,” he replied, “Never will I serve under a cat who worked her way up in the ranks of the army, filling the places of slain leaders. The last Admiral was my brother- and best friend. You will never take his place!” The stoat suddenly jumped up, pushing Xeyla’s left footpaw upwards, but he had forgotten the other foot. Xeyla’s right paw shot down onto Biro’s open neck, and a loud crack was heard as the body of the slain stoat thudded back onto the floor, his head laying at a distorted angle. “Does anybody else want to try,” Xeyla asked her crews- knowing the answer, “That’s what I thought. Everybody set on the floor and start cleaning up this mess! Kleyyer, take this piece of rubbish and dump him in the sea,” the wildcat motioned to a group of rats hastily gathering food up to be thrown away, “You four, get over here and start putting these tables and chairs back where they should be, hurry!” Xeyla smiled. She was now in total control! *