The Floridian Offensive
It was a brutally hot summer sun that shone down upon the ruined city of Miami. It was a dove stronghold, a bustling animal city. It was here that merchants and craftsmen traded under the heavy taxes of the doves, but the fact that their goods would travel all over the world was compensation for what was taken from them. It was here that doves planned to use to make a attack up the peninsula of Florida and into the coast of eastern America. This attack would cut the otter attack in two, with their capital in the west exposed, and their armies in the east, helpless. Flocks of pigeons drilled day in and day out under the doves, and the constant clashing of practice blades made sure that merchants and thieves alike feared the dove military.
But the dove control of Miami was not perfect, there were rival gangs in the city, the Tigers from zoos and private collections that escaped, and The Swamp, a large amount of alligators that retook the city, claiming it all as theirs. These predators fought each other and the dove police, but they mainly managed to escape to underground lairs, a place where doves instinctively feared. These gangs are the only flaw on the spotless rule of doves over the human ruins of Miami.
"Venice was a crushing victory, a major turning point in the war on the Doves, soon they will make a foolish attack on the eastern coast and we will capture Miami during it!" Head General Selth yelled as he slammed his fisted paw on the stone table. The den they sat and stood in was carved from the muddy earth of the great lakes near Chicago, it was warm due to torches that provided the little light the animals needed to see. It was here that all the Mammal kingdom united, to discuss the future of their kind and aid their troubled brethren. Representatives and chieftans from all the societies were there, the big cats, the bears, the critters, the sea mammals and the canines all had a seat at the round stone table to argue with each other and try to stand listening to an otter speak for hours on end. The location where they met changed every time and was kept as secret as possible so that they remained secure, but hundreds of incognito guards protected the den from the lakes and nearby shores and human ruins, keeping an eye out for birds.
"Selth, the war on the doves is an otter's war, for the last time, you cannot expect everyone to help you just because you claim to be our far off cousins." The massive stag, Ar-maynor, leader of the deer said. He was a wise and strong king who got his position through selective combat, a sign of wisdom among deer. His words were accepted with a quiet pause, all was silent except for the heavy breathing of a raging otter.