It has long been known the wide expanse of ocean can be a corrupter of the mind, a 'channel-fever' of sorts. It makes sense that it would do something to the mind; looking into the infinity of the ocean sprawling like the black abyss of the nebula beneath you, sea foam like sparkling stars, like voyaging on seas of endlessness. The concept of the vastness - the nothingness and the everything all at once - is enough to drive those forced to bear witness to it mad.

Lovetta had stayed relatively quiet in the wake of the disappearance of their former Nemesis and the transition of power, but it wasn't as if the shock of everything had flown over her. Things felt shaken to their very core, and more than ever the league felt exposed. The change in territories had been upsetting, it had angered and left many cats questioning Vera's authority and power, but it couldn't be denied how terrible of a time it was to loose their former leader. As controversial as her rule was, it had brought a sense of strength and stability and fashioned a new identity for the league. They had become walking demi-gods, feared by the clans like never before. They had brought death and destruction, they were a living plague with Vera at the helm. Even at the worst times, the Pravian Empress had acted like some untouchable god, giving the illusion that, so long as their foreign and frightful monarch lead them, they were invincible.

But now Vera was gone. Far from their original home, the cracks that had been kept them glued together by the presence of a stable leader were starting to fragment. The league was built up of cats trying to claw their way to the top, fueled by ambition and hatred and jealousy. Fear, revenge, and prospects of power and victory had kept the selfish whims of the group satiated and merged into a fairly unified mass, but that factor of unity was now slowly slipping away. Now they sat on a foreign islands with foreign predators, exposed to new elements. They were surrounded by black waters, tiny specks against the might of the sea that swirled at their doorsteps.

Lovetta could taste the salt from the breeze on her tongue, soaked with prey and the other vaguely familiar scents of this still strange land which awoke her senses as she padded out of her den, preparing to go for an early morning hunt.