WIP!!! The Supremacy Struggle: The Official Cats vs. Dogs RP

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You are either a canine or a feline capable of human speech. This is normal in the world of Glixon. All animals can talk here. You're nothing special to this world, just another lowly traveller, moving away from your old sector in search of something new. You have come of the age when you are independent from your family. You want to live your own life now, away from the countless siblings you have. You may miss them, you may not, but you need to discover who you are yourself. It's time to find out what path has been laid out for you: your 'destiny'.

You've been travelling with the same old dusty 'saddlebag' for several moons now, stopping of at the occasional tavern for some respite. But you haven't seen a tavern in days and your supplies are beginning to run low. The dark clouds above you and the mist surrounding you don't help lift your spirits much either. Thinking about how much you miss home, you almost stumble over the broken sign on the ground. Standing above it and reading it carefully, it reads:

'Welcome to Hellrion.'

Hellrion? What's that? You're not sure. You read the rest of the sign:

'Tavern 3/4 click (1/2 kilometre) away.'

At last! Somewhere you can rest and gather more supplies! You scamper down the path and soon arrive at the 'Rogue's Den.' You think that it's a strange name, but think little of it. However, upon entering the tavern, you begin to notice something odd. The only animals inside are felines and canines. They look rough, rugged, tired... You feel uneasy as they turn around to look at you. Suddenly, a muscular Doberman pads over to you and demands your name, age and status. You only know two these, but it isn't enough to please the Doberman. Suddenly, as you are about to be attacked, a rugged agouti tabby takes you over to one side. You ask her what his problem was, to which she replies 'he is wondering whether you were a Skylre or a Unthiy.' You look back at her blankly. She soon realises that you must be new around here. She hesitates before saying the following:

"Alright, kid, here's the deal. For a while now, there's been a massive struggle between the felines and the canines. Turns out the leaders of each race had an argument about which race is better- feline or canine. So a civil war began, dividing the sector of Hellrion into two sides: the Skylre, the felines, and the Unthiy, the canines. Then there are people like me, the rogues. We don't believe in fightin' over such a stupid thing, but others feel differently. They can slaughter each other for all I care!"

You pause as you mull over the tabby's words. You now have a decision before you. On one hand, you could stay here and live the rough-yet-fairly-peaceful life of a loner, or you could fight for the honour and rights of your species.

What is your chosen path?

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