Even Tybalt couldn't automatically expect total obedience from cats, just based on who he was. Still, he could get them to listen, and that meant an opportunity to make promises, and to make bribes. All minor things for one of the fae, but certainly of use to mortal cats.

And so the cats scouted the area, passing as unnoticed as stray cats usually do. Tybalt wouldn't order them to fight - he'd learned long ago never to give orders that he knew would be refused. But as his furry spies reported in, it seemed there wasn't going to be resistance after all. So he sought out Balem and sauntered over to the other fae.

"It seems this will be far easier than expected"