Post by Captian on Jun 10, 2008 15:51:59 GMT -5
Pampered city cats, loved house cats, sweet farm cats, all things we are not. Wild, blood hungery, meat tearing, clan familied feral felines are what we are. Come with us, race under the stars, free of human bonds, and feel the true being of yourself.
Become an Other,
Come to the Otherside.
I am an Ancestor. Hear my story..
You.. Don't... Remember my name.
I.. don't.. really care.
Long ago, we were once farm cats, strays that gathered around the kind farmer who fed us cow milk and dog food. His wife petted us, played with us, saved our kittens from flooded barns and foul tempered dogs. She left the farm, taking with her the love she gave us. The man became crippled, hobbling from the house to the barn. We loved him, slept with him when he was too weak to go to the house and jsut stayed in the barn. The cows kept us all warm, kept the barn smelling like a barn and giving us a soft harmony. The cows left, sent to other farms or were slaughtered. The farmer raised calves and fed us milk still, but we had to share with a grumpy fat dog who didn't like us. Chickens clucked around the barn, adding eggs and unsuspecting chicks to our diet. All was well. Then, the pigs came.
Can we play the game your way? Can I really lose control? [/i]
They ate everything from kittens who strayed in their pen, to the milk that was meant for us, to our hay and straw homes. They destroyed chicken nests and forced the chickens to hide their eggs, leaving us without even more food. Their stench fouled the barn and alded the man's bran, causing him to be weaker and sicker. The Elders gathered and debated. Many wanted to leave, others wanted to take back the farm. Those who voted to leave left. Those of us who stayed should have left. Men with guns, evil dogs, and poisen came to get us. Our clans were shattered, kittens were killed, and prey and food were taken and destroyed. That was the day we changed to fit our lives.
Just once in my life, I think it'd be nice,
Just to lose control, just once..[/i]
Feral, untrusting of strangers, just as ready to kill one of ourselves as to kill a rat or mouse scurrying by. The Elders turned into Ancestors, leaving behind their desendants that have changed to become a wild beast, like our larger cousins the lions, tiger, cougars, and leaporards. Our world has changed and so have we. Can you turn into an Other?
With all the pretty flowers turning in the dust.
The farm cats have turned feral, forming Clans, or gangs as we'd say, and are staking out territory. Hatred is reining unchecked between the different clans and causing a bit of trouble for some. What will we do? Who knows...
If I cut you down to a thing I can use,
I fear there will be nothing good left of you..
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