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For days a late winter storm has ravaged
Twoleg Territory, bringing floods and mudslides.
But on the full moon things calmed enough
for its silver light to wash over everything,
and the ancestors set paws of mist and
shadow upon the ground so that they might
deliver a message. The spirits of ancients
visited those with the strongest instincts
where they lay in Twoleg Territory and
whispered in their sleeping ears:
βRemember what you are and
what you can be,β They purred.
βAwaken your instincts and
follow your heart to your destiny!β
They urged before disappearing
as more storm clouds blew in.
On that same night a mudslide in the
previously impassable mountains
unearthed a narrow cave. Driven by
hunger, a she-cat had ranged as far as
she could in search of prey only to find
this hole in mud and stone. Desperate,
she entered the cave and did not emerge
for another three days.
When she returned to Twoleg Territory,
she was full-fed and sleek with a fierceness
in her eyes and confidence in her gait.
Now rumors have spread of a land of
plenty, of a secret forest hidden beyond
the mountains. Could it be true?
Could there be more out there than
surviving in a dirty, crowded Twoleg place?
Twoleg Territory is the only bit of world
you've ever known. But maybe you yearn
to know more. Maybe you will seek out
this she-cat to answer a few questions.
Or maybe you will discover this cave for
yourself. Wherever your paws take you,
you sense that with every step,
you are getting closer to your destiny.
Twoleg Territory, bringing floods and mudslides.
But on the full moon things calmed enough
for its silver light to wash over everything,
and the ancestors set paws of mist and
shadow upon the ground so that they might
deliver a message. The spirits of ancients
visited those with the strongest instincts
where they lay in Twoleg Territory and
whispered in their sleeping ears:
βRemember what you are and
what you can be,β They purred.
βAwaken your instincts and
follow your heart to your destiny!β
They urged before disappearing
as more storm clouds blew in.
On that same night a mudslide in the
previously impassable mountains
unearthed a narrow cave. Driven by
hunger, a she-cat had ranged as far as
she could in search of prey only to find
this hole in mud and stone. Desperate,
she entered the cave and did not emerge
for another three days.
When she returned to Twoleg Territory,
she was full-fed and sleek with a fierceness
in her eyes and confidence in her gait.
Now rumors have spread of a land of
plenty, of a secret forest hidden beyond
the mountains. Could it be true?
Could there be more out there than
surviving in a dirty, crowded Twoleg place?
Twoleg Territory is the only bit of world
you've ever known. But maybe you yearn
to know more. Maybe you will seek out
this she-cat to answer a few questions.
Or maybe you will discover this cave for
yourself. Wherever your paws take you,
you sense that with every step,
you are getting closer to your destiny.
Every cat in Twoleg Territory down to
the most sheltered kittypet knows of
the Journey Over Wind and Waves,
and of the brave half-wild cats that
spent moons in the belly of a great
wooden fish hunting the Twolegβs
unwanted rat passengers while the
fish swam the Endless Waters to a
faraway land. When the wooden fish
swam itself ashore and the Twolegs
emptied its belly on a mountain-sheltered
crescent of land, these cats set paw
on a part of the world never before seen.
Thick forests covered nearly every inch of
soil from the mountain sides and crowded
right up against the sandy shore the fish
had swam up. In the moons it took the
Twolegs to build their dens and expand
their territory, these cats explored and
learned the ways of their new home.
They became unparalleled hunters who
dared to venture where even the Twolegs didnβt.
Today, nearly every cat in Twoleg Territory
can trace its ancestry to those voyagers,
save for the exotics who allowed
themselves to be kept and bred as kittypets.
However, after countless generations and
seasons, the Twolegs have expanded their
borders to swallow up every inch of hunting
land, and the wild has gone out of the cats
forced to stalk alley ways for rats or beg
food from Twolegs.
Few true memories of the Journey still exist,
but through stories passed down from litter
to litter, a faint link still connects the strays
of today with the ancient wildcats from all
those seasons ago. No cat knows it, but their
ancestors still watch over them. And they
are angry the ways of the wild are almost
totally forgotten.
the most sheltered kittypet knows of
the Journey Over Wind and Waves,
and of the brave half-wild cats that
spent moons in the belly of a great
wooden fish hunting the Twolegβs
unwanted rat passengers while the
fish swam the Endless Waters to a
faraway land. When the wooden fish
swam itself ashore and the Twolegs
emptied its belly on a mountain-sheltered
crescent of land, these cats set paw
on a part of the world never before seen.
Thick forests covered nearly every inch of
soil from the mountain sides and crowded
right up against the sandy shore the fish
had swam up. In the moons it took the
Twolegs to build their dens and expand
their territory, these cats explored and
learned the ways of their new home.
They became unparalleled hunters who
dared to venture where even the Twolegs didnβt.
Today, nearly every cat in Twoleg Territory
can trace its ancestry to those voyagers,
save for the exotics who allowed
themselves to be kept and bred as kittypets.
However, after countless generations and
seasons, the Twolegs have expanded their
borders to swallow up every inch of hunting
land, and the wild has gone out of the cats
forced to stalk alley ways for rats or beg
food from Twolegs.
Few true memories of the Journey still exist,
but through stories passed down from litter
to litter, a faint link still connects the strays
of today with the ancient wildcats from all
those seasons ago. No cat knows it, but their
ancestors still watch over them. And they
are angry the ways of the wild are almost
totally forgotten.
