Elder Shadow lowered his head, sighing heavily and trying to regain the tribes' attention. "My people.. the ritual is lost, we cannot continue. The words of these humans should be heeded however, for the--"
There was a loud smack of wood against skull as Cracked Claw brought his staff against the back of Elder Shadow's head, the older male staggering to the ground.
Cracked Claw sneered as he grabbed Chris by the arm, lifting it over her head, while she was still weak from the energies being channeled through her. "Look at this! Look at her frail disgusting form! Her humanity is proof of her impurity! There can be no transformation through her! We must cleanse the humans from our mother!"
He pushes Chris down and waves a hand, the clouds and light swirling overhead, showing images of wars, pollution, and destruction of nature. "The humans are savages who can only burn and tear at the world! And now there are those amongst them with powers to destroy on their own!" He points at the X-Men.
"Elder Shadow has proven himself unfit to lead! As high invoker of the honor guard, I will now lead our people! My first act will be to claim this world for our own! No more retreating underground! No more controlling the number of our litters and our hunting! We can live freely!"
The cat people are scared. Many of them were uncertain about the transformation, and the words of the outsiders confused many of them further. Now Cracked Claw is speaking of a way for them to be safe. Who knows how many more humans there are like these ones? Their powers are terrifying. Cracked Claw is beginning to sway their will, or at least stop their resistance, if not garner their favor.
The sky begins to darken, and he turns on Chris, drawing a ceremonial dagger.
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