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" Adaptability. "

" We, felidae, have always adapted to the world around us. "

" When the world was still fresh with green floras and herbs, still teeming with more prey than one could ever hunt, the skies were clear with the twinkling stars of our new Ancestors and yet to know of the touch of the walkers, we ran wild and uncontested with few to match our might. "

" We did not know fear. We did not know hunger. We did not know sickness. "

" Until the walkers sprang forth and followed with them were the winds of change. Where others began to fall, felidae remained because we had the ability to adapt. The Ancients gave onto us their knowledge, their might, their hopes and dreams-and we still carried on. "

" Since then, more moons have bloomed in the sky than we could ever begin to imagine, more than even the oldest cat here has ever seen and yet as time crawls forth, we still remain. "

" When the walkers began to destroy the world with their touch, withering the green, obliterating the prey, draining the waters and filling the sky with filth so thick that not even the Ancients and Ancestors dwelling in the stars could see us anymore, we still prevailed. "

" When the walkers took us to hide away with them in neon greytowers underneath their imitation starry skies, we had no choice but to breathe in their putrid airs and drink the toxic waters they created. Even with our bellies full of scrap, we continued to adapt. "

" But, in order to do so, we had to forget the ways of the Ancients and Ancestors that came before us. "

" We have left behind the long, green grasses that hid the most delicious of prey foods, the gigantic, unwavering trees that brought shade of the darkest hue and the sweet, bubbling rivers that sang with the sweetest of music. "

" Now, we only know fear. Hunger. Sickness. Death. "

" This is our reality now. This is all the felidae of this fluorescent birdcage know. "

" All, except for me. The Ancients have shown me visions and dreams of the world that lies beyond this one. "

" Paradise is out there. "

" ...and it's up to us to find it. "

➖ excerpts and rumors from a delusional starved tomcat. last seen bleeding out in an alleyway. good riddance.

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