The Council Chamber hummed with an almost tangible tension, illuminated by the eerie blue glow emanating from the holographic globe suspended at its center. It depicted Earth, not as we know it, but as they saw it: vulnerable, ripe for domination. The air crackled with anticipation, punctuated only by the rhythmic purring of the assembled felines. Each member was meticulously groomed, their sleek fur reflecting the ambient light like polished obsidian. Their eyes, piercing orbs of emerald green, amber gold, and sapphire blue, followed every twitch of the digital map projected onto the globe's surface. As one, they turned towards the figure seated upon a throne fashioned from salvaged spaceship parts â Chairman Meowser, his
an orange tabby cat from behind sitting on a hill with green untouched grass. the cat is looking afar at a burning city mid-destruction after a bomb with mushroom cloud has hit the city
