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They hoot and they holler, and when tangible words are sporadically thrown into the mix, they're spoken in the only dialect these hooligans hold knowledge of: hysterical drivel. It should not, and does not, come with astonishment that his sermon has provoked the clan cats' ire. He's ultimately...

[ CW : cruelty , descriptions of violence , death , probably disturbing ngl ] // tl;dr at bottom Encircled by a swarm of barbarians at the heart of their little hive, Kuiper nonetheless stands resilient. His leaden tail - true to form - thrashes into a forelimb belonging to one of his jailors...

There loom ten of the miscreants in total, a figure which effectively kills off escape as a recourse. They bear down on him with mulish ignorance, markedly content with the lives of savagery which they lead. This verdict comes hardly as a revelation—Kuiper recognises all too well how easy it is...

As expected, the vagrants trickle into view at his beck and call. Kuiper supposes it is intrinsic in the pack's intuition to obey, given that kittypet blood spreads unchecked amongst their population. A pestilence upon this land, the lot of them. The earliest of the faces to show belongs to a...

His jagged claws have savoured the blood of manifold colonist scum, putting them to death in honour of the sanctity of nature that which they defile. Not for sport, nor for pleasure, but solely for equity. Death, when imposed on those who merit it, comes as a noble enterprise, an act of...

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[cw: violence, blood, death] Crimson-touched paws would prowl along the gravelly rim of the thunderpath. Their rhythmic motion is ruined by a hobble, an on-again off-again limp in his front leg where a moor cat had relinquished a tooth moons ago. The limb becomes more gruelling to navigate on...

[cw: // blood, violence, death] Anew, the overture of a season. Days both barren and bleak have come to pass. Not so much as a lone snowflake would dare trespass into the territory below, now held back by mellowed temperatures. Temperate rainfalls would soon emerge in the snow's stead, which...

there's so much anger in this world. y'all need to chill!

[cw// violence, blood] Fangs tear through tissue, plunging into susceptible regions of the smaller feline's throat and collar. Warm fluid oozes from the puncture wounds soon afterwards, which coagulates in the fur along her neck and, to his revulsion, seeps into his mouth as well. His maw...