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Post by Sabre on Apr 4, 2008 15:09:33 GMT -5
*This is not a Warriors RPG
Spring: I don't ask for help anymore. It's not always so bad. Sometimes the weather is nice. Sometimes they leave me alone. But.. other times..
Summer: (Illegible)
Summer: The prey has been fat lately, almost too fat. They're slow, and they're confused. I wonder if something is wrong..
Fall: The humans, at least, keep to themselves. They look hungry in the winter, and it's best to avoid them then. But they must be very happy.. because they don't know. They can't understand. They aren't us.
Winter: The prey has gone. Pit and Rain are dead. No food.
: Help.
From the journal of Catch, a grey tabby. RIP
The little humans in their little village always left the cats alone. Perfect, silent, and shy predators, they kept the barns free of vermin without asking anything. In return, they were protected from dogs, left saucers of milk, even taken in if the weather turned perilous. There was an innate manner of things for many generations, and the cats established among themselves a system. A Way.
When the war came, the rat population exploded. Starved, the humans took things into their own hands. They poisoned with everything in their power, and the cats were quickly eliminated. They left only a culture and a history that will never be known.. and a power vacuum of untouched territory. Things among the humans calmed at least, the prey returned, and the time was ripe for a new order to be established.
Despite it all, it's still the wild. And only the strong survive.
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Post by Sabre on Apr 4, 2008 15:12:34 GMT -5
You ought to know that the image provided in your banner code does not show up..
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