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          Ever since I had moved into these cities, quite a number of people try to hunt me down. …well, not hunt down exactly, but they are persistent to find where I live. The forest is, by no means, easy to navigate through. People are quite liable to get lost. Yet, knowing that they may be able to find my abode, they still take the endeavor to seek me.
          You see, a weird incident as of late left me frozen in place with a tape in my paw, which I had been using until…well, details, they're not needed. To sum it up, I had searched for a friend of a friend, and had unfortunately run out of "time", if you will.
          In any case, the story had fascinated some of the citizens. Others were offended by one part in particular; my dislike to the fluffy, malice-filled kittens. Apparently, showing any loathe to such creatures makes you a horrid person. Time and time again, when I stroll through the main cities, people stop me to ask why? WHY do I hate them, WHY do I avoid them, and WHY do I wear this outfit, even though it doesn't match my fur. If there is one thing I hate more than kittens, it would be the question "why".
          "Why" is a question that has no definite answer; that implies you wish to know all about that specific problem, which then leads you to yearning for more. In most case, this results to the person asking "why" again, which then results to me thumping their nose, saying "The hell is the matter with you?"
         But…I digress; the main reason for this session is to reveal my hate to such creatures; to reveal a truth that may shock you. In truth, I have told people before, as a reward for when they DO find my home. However, after learning this tale, they tend to…lose their outlook on life. They become babbling lunatics, in which everyone ignores. I suppose curiosity did kill the cat….fweeeheeeheee….
          Follow me, up into the highest level of my home, where sits nothing but a locked door; a door, in which only I can open it. It requires no key, no scan, and no fancy and catchy button pressing number pad code. It needs but the memory of what happened to open the lock; inside, a mirror, in which others may see what you have. Well…what I have seen, that is…

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          The main link to Kittens have not always resided upon our planet. In fact, your domestic cats do NOT evolve from larger cats of old; tigers, saber tooth's (Or Saberteeth, if you ask me…), or even the Bobcat. No, the Kitten comes from a much more deceitful and robust race. A race that had a culture of its own, long before you Fleshies had the concept of zero.
          One planet named Charlor, distant from most others, had held but three main tribes; Wolf Anthro, Cat Anthro, and the breeds in-between (Considered the mix population, for it consisted of races such as Coyotes and Foxes). The Wolves were superior over the others, but the lack of numbers kept them in hiding for the most part; the lore they had discovered many years would be ill-gotten had one of the other tribes come to plunder the small society.
          The Mixed breeds were more for political power; they ran their own system of court and laws, decided how society should run, and any other important details needed to establish a successful, thriving nation. They also made the core of physical jobs; from farming to army defense, such responsibilities would be held with high honor and power. The reason for that had been constant striking from rebellious groups of Anthro's, who wanted the power of Judicial law for themselves.
          Where the Wolves would make most official outcomes final, and designed most models for just about any building or defense, the Mixed breeds would make the plans come to life, and to full use. Such a strong bond between the two tribes ensured survival for both; something that would be needed on their planet. However…there had been ONE group, who wanted the satisfaction of safety and spoils, without working.
          Cats. Just as they are in their domestic forms today, the Cat Tribe had always slid by with ease, enriching themselves with the victories and feasts that the other two tribes truly earned. Never had a Cat retained political power; for one never ran for such powers. They all had the same traits; sly, cunning, lazy, deceptive, and pampered.
          For awhile, the Wolves merely let them slide by, until a Cat named Gra'co was spotted in the Sacred Dens of the Wolf, trying to steal formulas of early-stage Alchemy for her own personal use. For that, it was voted, and approved, that all cat-based Anthro's were to leave the nation's gates, and never to return. For years, these felines had done nearly everything to get back in the safe walls.
          They dug under the large walls, they climbed gates, they assassinated guards, and they even tried to coax their way in by alluring those with great standings. Bribery of their already stolen cash did nothing.
          The only thing they hadn't attempted would have been the one thing to get them back in; true effort and work. No delegate was sent, for no cat could be trusted, even between each other. Not to mention, why promise what they couldn't keep? IF they never farmed a day in their lives, why start? The mere MENTION of such a lifestyle had gotten their leader slain during a long conference in private quarters. It was apparent to them; there was no changing their lifestyles or their future.
          It would be planned that they would live a vagabond-based lifestyle. They would ravage the caravans, steal the goods for themselves, and split them amongst the group for survival. That had, also, been a trait to Cats; although they won't earn their food in honest means, they had no problem of attacking and killing for it.
          However…Gra'co, the very same Cat who had gotten her tribe into the mess, had figured a way to get herself out of this ordeal; to be given a NEW home, one that would allow for their lazy lifestyle with no question. In fact, this promise for her people had been what led her to steal such plans from the Wolves.
          One brilliant Mix Breed tribe member, a Fox, had made her a compelling offer; if she could steal their recent plans for a clockwork tower before they built it, he would guide her people towards safety and happy lands. He rather enjoyed the suffering of people, and knowing that one simple action could potentially keep a full planet primitive made him tingle and excitement.
          True to her word, she had, indeed, stole the plans with ease…but her greed also made her feel compelled to steal much more; think of the rewards she could have gotten, could she prevent others from excelling and evolving! Alas, her actions got her caught and frisked, everything taken away…aside from the Clockwork Tower plans in her hair.
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          It is here that, with a heavy heart...that I must confess something. There is a reason I know of this so acutely; in fact, every Hatter from my…profession, if you will… had been there to see it. We all had played a part in this story, which caused the outcome happen. There had been two sides to this ordeal; half of us had been sent to help accelerate the achievements of the tribes, to help them mature into a state of steam work-based machinery. The other half had been sent to try and prevent it. It was a game that the almighty leader had demanded; a game, to test how her new planet's species could adapt and survive.
          My job had been to both prevent, and halt, the evolution of technology; I had made two plans of the Towers, and left them within the Sacred Dens of the Wolf. I knew one would be stolen, as it had been part of a plan. The other would be kept to help the town evolve, to bring them into a new age, before they could progress into living on other planets.
          Grim was sent to help evolve, for all three tribes. He had been there, using the wind to carry his words and soothing voice to murmur into a young Vixen's ear, teaching her of theories that no adult could ever grasp on their own. The very same Vixen had grew up in a fairly scientific, industrial time, and grew up to be one of the greatest scientist. Grim had kept his end of his deal, and helped civilizations to the planet evolve. Yet, he lingered back, keeping an eye on the young Vixen, knowing that one day, he would have to fix what he had been forced to make.
          As for Batten…
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          The Fox had snuck out the city to find young Gra'co. Once the two met, the plans had been given to the fox, who had then smirked and raised his cane, declaring power over the cats. For the mere time of two years WORK…he could promise them lands, where other species would love their beauty, pamper them with gifts and food. Best of all, they would never have to care for themselves; they could sleep all day and enjoy what they feel, life owes them.
          It had been a long two years. Many cats died from simple exhaustion, while others excelled. In fact, a good handful of the cats changed their ideals; work had actually made their life feel…useful; honest; pleasurable. These handfuls had returned to the city gates, and were admitted in. They, however, had not looked like mere cats; they looked prideful and strong, both mentally and physically. The species that returned consisted of Lions, Tigers, Panthers, and Leopards. It was easy to tell, they were beneficial to growth, and were welcomed with open arms.
          For the cats that had survived, and had not evolved, the two years finally passed. Their work had finally become complete; a twenty story Clockwork tower had been build, designed with metals that the Fox had so kindly offered. At first, they were unsure what to do with the new resources, as even the Wolves had never laid an eye upon such metal. With lessons, however, they got a good understanding, and finished the designs ordered of them. The Fox had then revealed a magic of sorts, opening a portal from one of the faces of the tower; it was, within this portal, they would be guided through the Clockwork Cities to their new destination…and new future.
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          …in fact, if you were to go into town, past the newer sections of the city, and into the older, less ventured sections, you can see the Ghosts of the Cat Tribe, leaving the face of a now broken Clock, and guided north, towards hills of no names, away from the town. Should you follow the group, you would be guided to Batten's home…in which, once stood a temple, merely named "Temple of the Cat", existing for the mere purpose of containing the cats and their "glory".
          After some point, the Ghost's fade away…only to return right back at the face of the non-functioning tower. They are doomed to repeat this for many, many years, as punishment for their actions of greed and laze. Only one thing can free the spirit; the tower must be fixed and must run once more. Only one person can fix that tower; myself.
          I won't do it for free. No, they don't deserve such…relief. Yes, Batten had gone too far with his job, but he can't be blamed. No, this is EXACTLY what the Cat Tribe deserves; a life of ease deserves an eternity of work. It would cost a GREAT sum for me to fix this tower. People have offered, and every single person who bid, would find out they would never have enough. Even pooled together, no amount could please me.
          It is not money, that I want…I want something…more….
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          For weeks, the Fox kept optimistic and on his feed, guiding the Cat Tribe. They, however, were miserable; the new weather adaptions were eating at them. To go from a hot desert to a cool, lush land of Hills, could make anyone feel homesick. Not to mention the length of the trip, with only three hours of rest a night. Some were tempted to turn back…only to notice behind them existed nothing but black fog. It was then, apparent, that they were stuck with the mess they had created.
          Their journey paid off; they were led to their temple of pride. Inside, lavishly decorated walls and furniture gave the rooms a rich, relaxed look. Many kitchens and mounds of food were left open, along with hundreds of Fleshie women to help bathe the cats and to praise the builds and beauty of the cats. THIS had been what they wanted all along. However, this came at a severe cost.
          Within a few months, changes had already begin; they felt a strong urge to walk upon all fours, while their throats had a slight shaping difference, where words were becoming hard to pronounce. They also began to lose a bit of what lessons they had learned by teachers and parents…it was if, their memory had been wiping away slowly.
          After the first year, the Cat Tribe had finally accepted the urge, and evolved to travel upon all fours, the front paws now matching the back set. They struggled to speak, with whispery tones escaping in steed. The women seemed…larger. In fact, everything had seemed larger, and oddly, more fascinating. Everything become confusing and frustrating, as things they once understood now escape their grasp with ease; even basic mathematics became a chore and a headache to the most brilliant of the tribe.
         Gra'co could but watch; such changes were not-existing in her form. Part of the deal had been not only would her be treated to their "paradise", but she would also be forced to be a personal slave to the Fox, who had taken every chance that he could. She had birthed three different, with each pup dying, due to her sake of depression. For this, the Fox became bewildered and had cased the Cat out of his sight, and back into the town, in which her people entered these lands. She would be locked into the tower, her body clogged between two giant cogs. The pressure had never been enough to kill her, but enough for pain to constantly pulse through. She had no need to eat, nor sleep. She was merely…there, as her basic needs were wiped away from watching her people digest in malice-filled foods, deforming them into lesser beings.
          The death of all of his offspring right at birth finally snapped what sanity remained in the Fox, who then decided the game ran long enough. Within one night, every cat had been submitted into testing tubes, fusing the liquid they swim in with the same Malice that had existed in foods. Within days…every cat had become domestic; small, fuzzy, lack of logic, and dependent on a higher being for survival.
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         It's been…many years since that day. Batten thrashed the temple to mere debris, using the left over scraps to build his new home. His orders to keep from that tribe from evolving, and the death of his hopes of a family, ripped him from sense of what was right and wrong. He now lives, doing as he pleases, trying to find a suitable mate to carry his seed. Every time a girl fails, she is, too, reduced to a lesser form from her history of evolution to his frustration.
          Batten awaits the young girl of Charlor to grow up, as he will help her understand some of the actions she inspired, without his permission. She never gave any notice to the voice, nor of it's existence. She always felt it was HER Studies and thoughts that came up with such ideas. It was near time, the lass would be re-introduced to what life really is.
          The Tribe of Cats no longer exist; in it's place, are the offspring, who have no memory or understanding to their existence. All they know is that they need to live, with or without owners. Most of the tribe lives within the old sector of the Clockwork Cities, where the Tower still stands today, feeling a certain…home-like aura from it.
          As for Gra'co…she still lives. She still aches, cries, and suffers, both from physical pain, and the mental suffering or seeing her kin reduced to such forms. The years of her now useless body has rusted the cogs; snapping giant bars, un-wiring springs, stopping the whole device. She pleads to be released and slain to end the suffering she endures…but until she is removed from such a trap, she can know no death or relief.

          To you all, who insist that the fuzzy fucks may seem adorable…to hell with you. I know better than you; these mangy creatures are the offspring of lazy, malice-filled devils. The same devils that got their just deserts, and their exact punishment. As for Gra'co, she deserves worse; she should be forced to watch the deformation of her people, over and over, for eternity. She has it easy, compared to what I would do.
          To fix that clock, would be to free both her, and the Ghosts of the entering Tribe members from their deeds. Karma deals such blows for a reason…why should I take my time to free them? What's my reward there? If you ever think you have something worth my time…come find me in my home once more…if you can. Amuse me, and we'll see what happens…

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          Ever since I had moved into these cities, quite a number of people try to hunt me down. …well, not hunt down exactly, but they are persistent to find where I live. The forest is, by no means, easy to navigate through. People are quite liable to get lost. Yet, knowing that they may be able to find my abode, they still take the endeavor to seek me.
          You see, a weird incident as of late left me frozen in place with a tape in my paw, which I had been using until…well, details, they're not needed. To sum it up, I had searched for a friend of a friend, and had unfortunately run out of "time", if you will.
          In any case, the story had fascinated some of the citizens. Others were offended by one part in particular; my dislike to the fluffy, malice-filled kittens. Apparently, showing any loathe to such creatures makes you a horrid person. Time and time again, when I stroll through the main cities, people stop me to ask why? WHY do I hate them, WHY do I avoid them, and WHY do I wear this outfit, even though it doesn't match my fur. If there is one thing I hate more than kittens, it would be the question "why".
          "Why" is a question that has no definite answer; that implies you wish to know all about that specific problem, which then leads you to yearning for more. In most case, this results to the person asking "why" again, which then results to me thumping their nose, saying "The hell is the matter with you?"
         But…I digress; the main reason for this session is to reveal my hate to such creatures; to reveal a truth that may shock you. In truth, I have told people before, as a reward for when they DO find my home. However, after learning this tale, they tend to…lose their outlook on life. They become babbling lunatics, in which everyone ignores. I suppose curiosity did kill the cat….fweeeheeeheee….
          Follow me, up into the highest level of my home, where sits nothing but a locked door; a door, in which only I can open it. It requires no key, no scan, and no fancy and catchy button pressing number pad code. It needs but the memory of what happened to open the lock; inside, a mirror, in which others may see what you have. Well…what I have seen, that is…

******************************************************************

          The main link to Kittens have not always resided upon our planet. In fact, your domestic cats do NOT evolve from larger cats of old; tigers, saber tooth's (Or Saberteeth, if you ask me…), or even the Bobcat. No, the Kitten comes from a much more deceitful and robust race. A race that had a culture of its own, long before you Fleshies had the concept of zero.
          One planet named Charlor, distant from most others, had held but three main tribes; Wolf Anthro, Cat Anthro, and the breeds in-between (Considered the mix population, for it consisted of races such as Coyotes and Foxes). The Wolves were superior over the others, but the lack of numbers kept them in hiding for the most part; the lore they had discovered many years would be ill-gotten had one of the other tribes come to plunder the small society.
          The Mixed breeds were more for political power; they ran their own system of court and laws, decided how society should run, and any other important details needed to establish a successful, thriving nation. They also made the core of physical jobs; from farming to army defense, such responsibilities would be held with high honor and power. The reason for that had been constant striking from rebellious groups of Anthro's, who wanted the power of Judicial law for themselves.
          Where the Wolves would make most official outcomes final, and designed most models for just about any building or defense, the Mixed breeds would make the plans come to life, and to full use. Such a strong bond between the two tribes ensured survival for both; something that would be needed on their planet. However…there had been ONE group, who wanted the satisfaction of safety and spoils, without working.
          Cats. Just as they are in their domestic forms today, the Cat Tribe had always slid by with ease, enriching themselves with the victories and feasts that the other two tribes truly earned. Never had a Cat retained political power; for one never ran for such powers. They all had the same traits; sly, cunning, lazy, deceptive, and pampered.
          For awhile, the Wolves merely let them slide by, until a Cat named Gra'co was spotted in the Sacred Dens of the Wolf, trying to steal formulas of early-stage Alchemy for her own personal use. For that, it was voted, and approved, that all cat-based Anthro's were to leave the nation's gates, and never to return. For years, these felines had done nearly everything to get back in the safe walls.
          They dug under the large walls, they climbed gates, they assassinated guards, and they even tried to coax their way in by alluring those with great standings. Bribery of their already stolen cash did nothing.
          The only thing they hadn't attempted would have been the one thing to get them back in; true effort and work. No delegate was sent, for no cat could be trusted, even between each other. Not to mention, why promise what they couldn't keep? IF they never farmed a day in their lives, why start? The mere MENTION of such a lifestyle had gotten their leader slain during a long conference in private quarters. It was apparent to them; there was no changing their lifestyles or their future.
          It would be planned that they would live a vagabond-based lifestyle. They would ravage the caravans, steal the goods for themselves, and split them amongst the group for survival. That had, also, been a trait to Cats; although they won't earn their food in honest means, they had no problem of attacking and killing for it.
          However…Gra'co, the very same Cat who had gotten her tribe into the mess, had figured a way to get herself out of this ordeal; to be given a NEW home, one that would allow for their lazy lifestyle with no question. In fact, this promise for her people had been what led her to steal such plans from the Wolves.
          One brilliant Mix Breed tribe member, a Fox, had made her a compelling offer; if she could steal their recent plans for a clockwork tower before they built it, he would guide her people towards safety and happy lands. He rather enjoyed the suffering of people, and knowing that one simple action could potentially keep a full planet primitive made him tingle and excitement.
          True to her word, she had, indeed, stole the plans with ease…but her greed also made her feel compelled to steal much more; think of the rewards she could have gotten, could she prevent others from excelling and evolving! Alas, her actions got her caught and frisked, everything taken away…aside from the Clockwork Tower plans in her hair.
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          It is here that, with a heavy heart...that I must confess something. There is a reason I know of this so acutely; in fact, every Hatter from my…profession, if you will… had been there to see it. We all had played a part in this story, which caused the outcome happen. There had been two sides to this ordeal; half of us had been sent to help accelerate the achievements of the tribes, to help them mature into a state of steam work-based machinery. The other half had been sent to try and prevent it. It was a game that the almighty leader had demanded; a game, to test how her new planet's species could adapt and survive.
          My job had been to both prevent, and halt, the evolution of technology; I had made two plans of the Towers, and left them within the Sacred Dens of the Wolf. I knew one would be stolen, as it had been part of a plan. The other would be kept to help the town evolve, to bring them into a new age, before they could progress into living on other planets.
          Grim was sent to help evolve, for all three tribes. He had been there, using the wind to carry his words and soothing voice to murmur into a young Vixen's ear, teaching her of theories that no adult could ever grasp on their own. The very same Vixen had grew up in a fairly scientific, industrial time, and grew up to be one of the greatest scientist. Grim had kept his end of his deal, and helped civilizations to the planet evolve. Yet, he lingered back, keeping an eye on the young Vixen, knowing that one day, he would have to fix what he had been forced to make.
          As for Batten…
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          The Fox had snuck out the city to find young Gra'co. Once the two met, the plans had been given to the fox, who had then smirked and raised his cane, declaring power over the cats. For the mere time of two years WORK…he could promise them lands, where other species would love their beauty, pamper them with gifts and food. Best of all, they would never have to care for themselves; they could sleep all day and enjoy what they feel, life owes them.
          It had been a long two years. Many cats died from simple exhaustion, while others excelled. In fact, a good handful of the cats changed their ideals; work had actually made their life feel…useful; honest; pleasurable. These handfuls had returned to the city gates, and were admitted in. They, however, had not looked like mere cats; they looked prideful and strong, both mentally and physically. The species that returned consisted of Lions, Tigers, Panthers, and Leopards. It was easy to tell, they were beneficial to growth, and were welcomed with open arms.
          For the cats that had survived, and had not evolved, the two years finally passed. Their work had finally become complete; a twenty story Clockwork tower had been build, designed with metals that the Fox had so kindly offered. At first, they were unsure what to do with the new resources, as even the Wolves had never laid an eye upon such metal. With lessons, however, they got a good understanding, and finished the designs ordered of them. The Fox had then revealed a magic of sorts, opening a portal from one of the faces of the tower; it was, within this portal, they would be guided through the Clockwork Cities to their new destination…and new future.
******************************************************************

          …in fact, if you were to go into town, past the newer sections of the city, and into the older, less ventured sections, you can see the Ghosts of the Cat Tribe, leaving the face of a now broken Clock, and guided north, towards hills of no names, away from the town. Should you follow the group, you would be guided to Batten's home…in which, once stood a temple, merely named "Temple of the Cat", existing for the mere purpose of containing the cats and their "glory".
          After some point, the Ghost's fade away…only to return right back at the face of the non-functioning tower. They are doomed to repeat this for many, many years, as punishment for their actions of greed and laze. Only one thing can free the spirit; the tower must be fixed and must run once more. Only one person can fix that tower; myself.
          I won't do it for free. No, they don't deserve such…relief. Yes, Batten had gone too far with his job, but he can't be blamed. No, this is EXACTLY what the Cat Tribe deserves; a life of ease deserves an eternity of work. It would cost a GREAT sum for me to fix this tower. People have offered, and every single person who bid, would find out they would never have enough. Even pooled together, no amount could please me.
          It is not money, that I want…I want something…more….
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          For weeks, the Fox kept optimistic and on his feed, guiding the Cat Tribe. They, however, were miserable; the new weather adaptions were eating at them. To go from a hot desert to a cool, lush land of Hills, could make anyone feel homesick. Not to mention the length of the trip, with only three hours of rest a night. Some were tempted to turn back…only to notice behind them existed nothing but black fog. It was then, apparent, that they were stuck with the mess they had created.
          Their journey paid off; they were led to their temple of pride. Inside, lavishly decorated walls and furniture gave the rooms a rich, relaxed look. Many kitchens and mounds of food were left open, along with hundreds of Fleshie women to help bathe the cats and to praise the builds and beauty of the cats. THIS had been what they wanted all along. However, this came at a severe cost.
          Within a few months, changes had already begin; they felt a strong urge to walk upon all fours, while their throats had a slight shaping difference, where words were becoming hard to pronounce. They also began to lose a bit of what lessons they had learned by teachers and parents…it was if, their memory had been wiping away slowly.
          After the first year, the Cat Tribe had finally accepted the urge, and evolved to travel upon all fours, the front paws now matching the back set. They struggled to speak, with whispery tones escaping in steed. The women seemed…larger. In fact, everything had seemed larger, and oddly, more fascinating. Everything become confusing and frustrating, as things they once understood now escape their grasp with ease; even basic mathematics became a chore and a headache to the most brilliant of the tribe.
         Gra'co could but watch; such changes were not-existing in her form. Part of the deal had been not only would her be treated to their "paradise", but she would also be forced to be a personal slave to the Fox, who had taken every chance that he could. She had birthed three different, with each pup dying, due to her sake of depression. For this, the Fox became bewildered and had cased the Cat out of his sight, and back into the town, in which her people entered these lands. She would be locked into the tower, her body clogged between two giant cogs. The pressure had never been enough to kill her, but enough for pain to constantly pulse through. She had no need to eat, nor sleep. She was merely…there, as her basic needs were wiped away from watching her people digest in malice-filled foods, deforming them into lesser beings.
          The death of all of his offspring right at birth finally snapped what sanity remained in the Fox, who then decided the game ran long enough. Within one night, every cat had been submitted into testing tubes, fusing the liquid they swim in with the same Malice that had existed in foods. Within days…every cat had become domestic; small, fuzzy, lack of logic, and dependent on a higher being for survival.
******************************************************************

         It's been…many years since that day. Batten thrashed the temple to mere debris, using the left over scraps to build his new home. His orders to keep from that tribe from evolving, and the death of his hopes of a family, ripped him from sense of what was right and wrong. He now lives, doing as he pleases, trying to find a suitable mate to carry his seed. Every time a girl fails, she is, too, reduced to a lesser form from her history of evolution to his frustration.
          Batten awaits the young girl of Charlor to grow up, as he will help her understand some of the actions she inspired, without his permission. She never gave any notice to the voice, nor of it's existence. She always felt it was HER Studies and thoughts that came up with such ideas. It was near time, the lass would be re-introduced to what life really is.
          The Tribe of Cats no longer exist; in it's place, are the offspring, who have no memory or understanding to their existence. All they know is that they need to live, with or without owners. Most of the tribe lives within the old sector of the Clockwork Cities, where the Tower still stands today, feeling a certain…home-like aura from it.
          As for Gra'co…she still lives. She still aches, cries, and suffers, both from physical pain, and the mental suffering or seeing her kin reduced to such forms. The years of her now useless body has rusted the cogs; snapping giant bars, un-wiring springs, stopping the whole device. She pleads to be released and slain to end the suffering she endures…but until she is removed from such a trap, she can know no death or relief.

          To you all, who insist that the fuzzy fucks may seem adorable…to hell with you. I know better than you; these mangy creatures are the offspring of lazy, malice-filled devils. The same devils that got their just deserts, and their exact punishment. As for Gra'co, she deserves worse; she should be forced to watch the deformation of her people, over and over, for eternity. She has it easy, compared to what I would do.
          To fix that clock, would be to free both her, and the Ghosts of the entering Tribe members from their deeds. Karma deals such blows for a reason…why should I take my time to free them? What's my reward there? If you ever think you have something worth my time…come find me in my home once more…if you can. Amuse me, and we'll see what happens…