Of the entirety of his reign of the Dark Dynasty, and of the entirety of his previous reign of the Tribe of Rushing Water, this week was one of the most challenging that Glitteringgold had ever had to deal with as a leader. He had made an eerily relevant warning a mere few days prior to the tragedy, during their last meeting, that peace was not infinite, and unfortunately he had turned out to be right far sooner than even he could have anticipated. It was almost as if the universe itself had heard his words and decided to toy with him in a twisted way.
The unmistakable, pale frame of the ambiguous domestic feline could be observed on route to the Throne. His dainty paws touched the ground with more hesitance than unusual, an indication of their tender and sore state following his recent visit to Wind Haven. As much as he wanted to rest, he did not want to delay this meeting any longer. "All members of the Dark Dynasty gather in the Throne Room for a meeting!" He would call as he hopped onto his seat, smooth voice echoing through the corridors. There was a lot to announce.