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“This is the story of the small fishing village of Meownmar…”
The feline’s eyes opened, accompanied by a yawn. She stretched out, her powerful muscles flexing and uncoiling, her back arched and tail held high. The sun was erasing the fog of the tiny town that was built upon the docks. She loved the feeling of it warming her fur, as she finally cracked her eyes open. The town was perfection for her, there was always plenty of extra fish to eat, no predators, and everyone was forced to tolerate her kind. It was the religious law.
The small, grey tabby hopped down from the barrel that was her latest bed, thumping lightly against the dock below. Looking around, she wondered what she’d do today. Perhaps she’d visiting the Floating Sanctum, or go flying with her Soarca friend Fellywhal. It didn’t matter, every day gave her the ability to do as she saw fit.
Walking over the boards, carved from the trees of the massive forest that was inland, she peered out over the crystal blue waters. She saw a school of her favorite fish, the Topaz Darts, flying about lazily through the air. A satisfied mew escaped her maw, and a gleam could be seen in her eyes. The mighty huntress leapt down from the dock, and landed upon the surface of the waters in complete silence, not sending out even the tiniest of ripples.
And she watched the school, and waited for the bright yellow fish to turn across her path. And when they did, she sprinted at them, jumped up through the middle of their numbers, snagging a fat one right out of the middle in her razor sharp teeth. She landed with ease on the slow surf, holding the wriggling fish as she enjoyed the bob and flow of the water beneath her paws.
Victorious the proud tabby returned to the docks, looking for her favorite place to eat her catch. She mosied along, unable to decide which of her many favorite spots to go with. She was about to pass the door of a hut, when she realized that she’d not visited a friend of hers in a while. She snuck through the open door, hopping up on her old friend’s table, dropping the fish, looking around the multi-roomed structure.
She meowed loudly. That was quickly followed, “Hello? Anyone home?”
Xanthean Text
Kashehino Text
Cylus 5th, 718
“This is the story of the small fishing village of Meownmar…”
The feline’s eyes opened, accompanied by a yawn. She stretched out, her powerful muscles flexing and uncoiling, her back arched and tail held high. The sun was erasing the fog of the tiny town that was built upon the docks. She loved the feeling of it warming her fur, as she finally cracked her eyes open. The town was perfection for her, there was always plenty of extra fish to eat, no predators, and everyone was forced to tolerate her kind. It was the religious law.
The small, grey tabby hopped down from the barrel that was her latest bed, thumping lightly against the dock below. Looking around, she wondered what she’d do today. Perhaps she’d visiting the Floating Sanctum, or go flying with her Soarca friend Fellywhal. It didn’t matter, every day gave her the ability to do as she saw fit.
Walking over the boards, carved from the trees of the massive forest that was inland, she peered out over the crystal blue waters. She saw a school of her favorite fish, the Topaz Darts, flying about lazily through the air. A satisfied mew escaped her maw, and a gleam could be seen in her eyes. The mighty huntress leapt down from the dock, and landed upon the surface of the waters in complete silence, not sending out even the tiniest of ripples.
And she watched the school, and waited for the bright yellow fish to turn across her path. And when they did, she sprinted at them, jumped up through the middle of their numbers, snagging a fat one right out of the middle in her razor sharp teeth. She landed with ease on the slow surf, holding the wriggling fish as she enjoyed the bob and flow of the water beneath her paws.
Victorious the proud tabby returned to the docks, looking for her favorite place to eat her catch. She mosied along, unable to decide which of her many favorite spots to go with. She was about to pass the door of a hut, when she realized that she’d not visited a friend of hers in a while. She snuck through the open door, hopping up on her old friend’s table, dropping the fish, looking around the multi-roomed structure.
She meowed loudly. That was quickly followed, “Hello? Anyone home?”

