With the war in a stalemate, it was clear Abraham was wondering who would be his opponent in the election. Abraham looked out wondering who his democratic opponent would be in the election. Abraham looked out as he saw that his worst fears were true as the very cat he swore to fire for his lack of confidence to defeat the Confederacy was here. The white tom came striding out happily as he spoke.

"Guess what baby? I'm back!" George mewed. That's right. George McClellan was running for president against Abraham. "If you elect me, I, the great general George McClellan will fearlessly and valiantly win the war, unlike this douchebag!" George mewed before pointing to Abraham who was clearly dragging the war out longer than it needs to be. Many of the democrats included McClellan's running mate, wanted to end the war. So the cats were wondering if McClellan was fearlessly and valiantly signing peace with the confederates. Abraham soon withdrew as he knew that McClellan might have a chance at winning.

Abraham's POV

Abraham knew the situation was grim. How did the former timid and cautious General McClellan get the balls to run for president? Abraham and the others were looking on as they knew the situation looked grim for them.

"Come on Abraham why you feel so down? Is there a reason why you don't seem yourself?" Frederick asked as he was still in contact with the president. He soon sat himself down as Abraham continued to fiddle away with his paws. He soon turned his head to Frederick as he began to speak. His voice was full of concern.

"It appears that McClellan has a chance at winning and without some kind of victory first, it seems that this administration will not be reelected and the confederacy would have a chance at surviving. I need that victory first especially now in these times. I have big plans to help the country along." Abraham knew a victory was right there in their paws but seeing how his former timid general, suddenly get the urge to run. Abraham was praying to Starclan that this wasn't true.

Johnston Joseph's POV

It was clear the siege of Atlanta had lasted for over a month a number of battles were fought to keep the city at bay but they were ultimately repelled back to the city. The black tom walked about as he knew that they were still being supplied but the supplies were beginning to dwindle.

"Sir it's clear that we cannot hold Atlanta forever, we just simply cannot grow enough wheat to make bread for the city. We might need to abandon the city sometime soon." One of them mewed as the general was looking around to all the holdouts. He looked onward as he knew how the situation was laying itself out.

"Those pesky Northerners have pushed me back to the city, many cats on my side have deserted some even joined the enemy. We might need to continue holding out wherever possible so we don't lose the city." Joseph mewed. The general knew of the situation and he didn't want to risk losing the city. But the enemy was preparing an assault and was getting ready to bust through their lines. "Tell General Hood to take charge while I go gather reinforcements." With that he left as he wanted to gather more cats to help him defend the city. At this point they were conscripting toms as young as 8 into the forces to have a seemingly infinite supply but even with that, it can't help with the shortages. Sherman was getting ready for the attack.

Sherman, William's POV

August 31st, 1864, Sherman's camp, ½ mile from Atlanta

Patch was riding along with a horse as he and several others were scouting along the lines. He dismounted his horse as he went to Sherman's tent upon which he was finalizing everything for the attack. He soon turned his head seeing Patch had just arrived back.

"Back I see, so what are their positions I might be asking?" William asked as he was wondering how well they were dug in as Patch soon cleared his voice and spoke.

"They are thinly spread out. If we can attack the southern end of the city where their supply lines are, we have a good chance of starving the residents out and then we can move in on the city and occupy it." Patch explained the enemy's positions. Sherman nodded as he was going to get ready to move everyone out.

"I like the way you think. So I'll let you lead the charge. If you succeed, I might tell Grant to promote you since you are getting better riding your horse. Well we should get ready to move." William responded as he got up and began to lead Patch to the horse, it was clear they were getting close. They both mounted the horse as Sherman handed Patch a revolver as he had a Henry repeating rifle. Sherman soon looked as he began to speak "Troops of the Sherman corps, we are on the verge of victory, all we need to do is cut the supply lines to Atlanta and force the general to abandon it. When we do, we can begin the march to the sea as I planned on doing. We shall do this with your help and your help only after this, Atlanta shall be ours." Sherman soon began to lead off as the forces were heading off with him. The others followed him as they were getting ready to attack.

They soon returned to the spot where Patch was earlier as the Confederates were exchanging positions as they were still thinly spread along the front, Sherman and William looked at each other as they began to wander down the hill. He soon raised his revolver as a signal to move. The troops began to move out as they were beginning to make consolidations on their positions.

"Ready?" William asked wondering if Patch was completely ready for this. Patch nodded as Sherman raised his cavalry saber signaling the charge. Patch aimed down his rifle as he fired it at the confederates, the first shot struck the cat in the skull as he cocked the lever getting another shot ready. He fired another one off taking out another one as the cats continued to charge out against the railway they were hiding. The troops were beginning to charge over as Patch and Sherman were leading the charge. Patch raised the rifle again and fired off another shot before cocking it striking down a third cat. Soon the infantry decided to hit the thin lines as the confederates were firing back with their muskets. But seeing how spread out they were, they weren't able to hold their lines as they were beginning to melt away. They were beginning to peel away one by one as Patch watched them. He aimed his lever action rifle as he aimed then fired. The shot struck down another cat as he cocked the rifle. He soon aimed and fired again striking down another cat within a few seconds, he cocked the rifle again. They knew the situation was unattainable.

After Patch and William's actions in the area, they had cut the supply lines and General Hood was forced to abandon Atlanta. Atlanta, one of the most important cities to the confederates had fallen into the paws of the union paws.

Patch's POV

Patch was wandering through the city as he was looking out for the town and the residents were understandably confused. He soon reached his home as he was leading a small union patrol through the town. Lark and Petal saw that he was home as they ran out to him.

"Patch you're home!" They shouted. Lark shook his paw but Petal tackled him as she kissed him on his cheek.

"Did you win?" Petal asked wondering why he was back. Patch felt awkward about this but he had to be truthful to his sister.

"Well yes, but actually no." Patch responded. He soon showed them the patrol of union soldiers upon which he joined as they were busy distributing food to the very hungry population of Atlanta. Patch's friend ran over as she gave him a hug grateful that he was still alive. He soon released her as he got out some bread for the starving family of his. "Here, eat up, they must have been starving you out." They soon grabbed the rolls of bread as they began to eagerly eat them up as they were glad to have something to eat for once. Soon Sherman rode up to Patch as he was wondering what the commotion was about.

"Hey Patch, I see you're socializing with some of the residents, can you introduce them to me?" William asked as he was wondering who these strangers were. Patch soon turned to Sherman as he began to introduce them to him.

"The dark brown one is my younger brother Lark and the fluffy light brown one is my youngest sister Petal. I also have a girl that came along to help take care of the family whom I've fallen in love with." Patch introduced the rest of the family to Sherman. The general nodded as he spoke.

"What a lovely little family you got there. For now we should focus on feeding the hungry population of Atlanta. We'll be resting here for a while, come on let's continue feeding them." William responded as he rode off. Patch turned to his family as he wanted to follow Sherman.

"I promise I'll be back in the morning." He responded as he soon rode off with his friend. They all waved goodbye as they knew help was here.

As time went, on, the population of Atlanta began to recover; troops of the union were there to protect the supply lines as more food was coming in for the residents of the starving city. With Atlanta in their paws, the confederacy's defeat was now inevitable. Election Day was finally here and the troops were going to be there to vote.

"Hey no one vote for McClellan, he doesn't know how to run an army, just vote for Abraham again." Sherman made the announcement. Patch soon grabbed a ballot despite being 2 years younger than normal. He wanted to get his vote casted out as he too, decided to vote for Abraham. Soon Sherman came around collecting the ballots from the cats as they were wondering what the results were going to come. Patch was praying that Abraham was going to get reelected. Those prayers were going to be answered.

A few days later the results were back. Patch was busy spending some time with Sherman as he was still learning his Lever action rifle. He soon shot down another bottle before heading to reload.

"You're becoming an expert sharpshooter with that. I sense you want this to be your weapon of choice?" William gave him the compliment. Patch nodded as he finished reloading all of his shots. Soon one of the voters came to him as he was excited.

"Mister Sherman, the results of the election are back. Abraham won the election with more than 90% of the votes!" The cat shouted as they were stunned. A president that won more than 90% of the votes was a blue moon scenario but seeing how the troops overwhelmingly voted for Abraham, was something that was touching for their president.

"That's great now we should go ahead and finish this bloody war already. No cat can lead us better than Abraham. Now we have to make plans to march to the sea if we are willing to strike a major blow to their effort." William was grateful for the fact that the war was turning as he wanted to see a conclusion to the fighting.

"What do you mean by march to the sea?" Patch asked as he was curious about the plan Sherman had in mind. Sherman turned to Patch as he began to explain.

"I want to march through the confederate heartland and cause as much damage to it as possible and we won't stop until we reach the coast, from there we will burn everything down in our path and liberate the slaves that they held. Hopefully they will be able to join us. Once we reach the coast. I want to reunite with General Grant as we continue the march to destroying the confederates. Once that is done, they will have no choice to surrender. I would like to spend one more week in Atlanta before putting the plan in action and I want you to help me carry the torch." William explained to Patch his plans for destruction. Patch nodded as he needed to say goodbye to his family again but he knew that it wasn't going to be easy.

Abraham's POV

Abraham was busy enjoying some time with Frederick as McClellan walked in as he was droopy with his defeat at the election. Abraham was nice to him as he paused his conversation with Frederick as he soon spoke to McClellan.

"Hey man, looks like you lost. No hard feelings?" Abraham asked as he was wondering if McClellan was okay with losing the election. McClellan was pretty angry about all of this as he spoke.

"I didn't lose, I merely failed to win!" George shouted as he left the white house. It was clear he wasn't going to be heard for the rest of the war.

Patch's POV

Patch wandered to his homestead as he wanted to break the news to his family as he was ready to make his big plan come true but he was going to be away for when it happened. He soon approached the three of them as he had to break the news.

"Well I got some news, I'm going away again. I need to be with the union as we're heading to the beach. I want you to get yourselves to safety, Head up through Tennessee by train and into Kentucky. You'll be safe up there I promise. Get yourselves to D.C. if possible. I'll be there when the war is finished." Patch promised laying out his plan for them as he wanted to make sure they were safe as he was going to complete his plan. Lark looked at him.

"Stay safe big brother." Lark responded. Patch nodded as he turned and left. His plan was just about to go into action.

The destructive march to the sea was about to begin.

[A/N]: We hit the 2 year milestone with my account. 2 years I am telling you. I felt like I was writing for fun but now I have a group of friends to cater to who like my work and since we managed to hit 240 views and a favorite from a fellow fan. I find it touching.

Also two things happened on the 14th of April, my sister turned 22 and I decided to watch the play Our American Cousin in honor of Abraham which I will make a reference to at the end so like always, keep a look out for the next chapter.