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──am-uh-ran-thin──
unfading, everlasting, immortal
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Since the dawn of time we have existed, clawing our way into myths and legends of far meeker cats. The Glaring of Starfall is our
name and we are cats of the ancients. We are built stronger, taught to be smarter and experienced beyond the average feral. Our
story is a long and enchanting but you will never hear it. A wise cat once said, "you either die a hero, or you live long enough to s
ee yourself become the villain," and we have finally fallen from that high pedestal we once acclaimed ourselves to have won. I st
and before a glaring of cats who's birth right is that of blood shed. How many must die before the Ancients intervene?.. xxxxxxxxc
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxixxxxxx...These words escaped the maw of an elder, his pelt rippling with disdain as he spat out the final words.
Chaos erupted from the clearing, cats yelling insults and others readying for a fight. All the while few remained silent, for they h
ad seen what the elder spoke of and were in silent agreement with what was spoken. "Silence!" spoke the queen, her tail flicking
to the beat of an unheard song. Silence fell upon the clearing at the leader's request and the alpha took upon this submission to a
ir her opinion. She spoke with pride- the glaring had done nothing wrong but no harm was to come to the elder- he had simply go
ne senile with age. This didn't stop the pawns of the queen going to work and the next morning, in the center of camp the body o
f the elder was found. The ancients have lost control of the living, how much innocent blood will be spilled?..xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
