"Kraagh...so many dead. Only one child was spared."
"That makes no sense pa', the Seer lady told us- 'member the prawfeshy!"
"Kraaagh...yeah, but can we believe that quack?"
A visit to a famous Mystic Seer led a family of Orc farmers to breed some cats. They begged to receive guidance over what they must do in order to live a better life, and were graced with a prophecy...of sorts. The first since the seer predicted the Hero's birth.
"...*COUGH* *COUGH* *HACK!!!!* Ahem...I-I see it.
Breed ye felines of two, survivors beware, only two.
One dances dawn's light, with fortune's fickle grace,
the other cloaks the night, with secrets none can face.
Bound by claw an' kin, their fates intertwine-
in jest or judgment, who shall cross the line~?"
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Twelve weeks later, the "litter" came. 7 kittens total, an abnormal number. All but one were dead.
Or so it seemed.
"Ma, Pa, Cheeko! There's a breather! See?! Buried under the dead ones, its cute, widdle tummy JUS' moved! Jus' like the prawfeshy...there's two!!"
"Kraaagh...could be post-mortem."
"CHEEKO! Don't say that! Kraaagh...don't mind yer brother, Chaka dear. He got his grumpiness from yer Pa."
"Kraaghahahak. Cheeko could be right, Y'never know. Could be dead already. It ain't even as cute, like its brother. Ugly fella."
Four hulking farmers carefully pry dead kittens away from the mountain they'd been left, discarded. Momma cat opened her eyes towards the mountain of corpses nearby, her expression unreadable. The family of orcs no longer mistreated her deceased young. They carefully laid each aside and felt for life. Chaka stared at the one whose belly moved, however it was hard to discern such a tiny life's breath with her untrained, thick-skinned fingers.
"It's this one, I'm sure of it!"
"Chaka...that one looks dead."
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"Kraagh, I checked all of the ones in that pile. None were breathing."
Four hulking figures huddle close over a single newborn kitten. Unamused, Cheeko readies his huge index finger to tap its belly. Being a newbie adventurer, he's trained in handling smaller creatures. If he feels it moving, that would make it the second survivor. They could raise them well until it's clear which was the kitten of prophecy. Just as he moved in...closing the distance between his giant hand and its tummy tufts...the very instant his index finger made gentle contact with the grey and white kitten's belly fur-
-it's huge eyes shot open. It stared straight into their eyes, as if peering into the depths of their collective souls with an ominous gaze.
"YAAAAAAGHK!"
"MRAAAAAAA"
The family of orcs screamed like they'd witnessed a zombie arise from its grave. Why did it open its eyes?! Kittens CAN'T open their eyes! Not for at least a week! So what is this terrifying creature! And why did it scream at them?! Since when can Kittens do anything but mewl?!
"HYAAAAAKK! PA! Th-That thing must be angry at yuh! Y-Yuh called it ugly! Quick, apologize!!"
For the kitten, being surrounded by Mountainous green faces with scary-looking scars and twin teeth shooting out of their lower jaws as he lay trapped within their encirclement almost gave him a heart attack. One second he's sleeping in his family's car, next he awakens in some demonic ritual surrounded by Green giants.
"MRAAAAAA!!!!"
"NOOO!! STAY AWAY!! MA, MAKE PA SAY HE'S SORRY!"
"I...I-I ain't apologizin' to no demon-spawn...! KRAAGH, that thing musta' drained the life-fluid of its siblings in order to grow its power!"
"...Pa...you can't be serious..."
"*GASP* Pa's right Cheeko! That's how it opened its eyes so fast! It-It killed 'em!"
"...Not you too, Chaka. It's clearly jus' a weird kitten born from a bad batch. 'Member, we got the malnourished mother cheap?"
The kitten screamed with wide, terrifying eyes until the orcs moved back, as if the little feline had gone crazy. Terror filled its eyes like it was ready to kill, or so the orcs suspected.
"F-Fine, KRAAGH...I-I-I'm sorry! Yer...o-only a little ugly!"
"MRAAAAGHH! MRAAA MRAAA!!!"
"OKAY!!! Yer a...good-lookin, gray kitten...! Best I never seen!"
"Will you...Stop TALKIN' to it and get RID of the damn thing! Clearly, that whacko lied to us about this...prophecy bringing us money! Are we supposed to sell this rabid monster-spawn to the Demon Lord?! Get it out of my barn!"
"Maybe the other kitty..."
Four gazes turned, looking at the heavenly white kitten slumbering peacefully with closed eyes, not ready for the world. As it should be. It radiated a special white aura and mewled with pure innocence. Completely opposite to its' wide-eyed sibling, who's screams of terror completely masked the invisible aura leaking out of his mostly gray fur.
Just as his parents began mustering the courage to kill the 'threat', Cheeko sighed and cautiously picked it up. His family praised him for being braver than his Pa, while he brought it out back.
"Sorry fella. I know you were only born a moment ago, but you'll be killed if you stay here. Le's drop you near those strays. May you live well under their care. Le'sse. About your name. I read a book about two brothers once. You both remind me of 'em. Your name is..."
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...Nyan~ What a scary dream. Was that the day I was born, but from God's point of view? How funny. *Yawn* Nyabel was sleeping so innocently.
Humph, weakling. They have the audacity to be scared of me... How am "I" scary?? I was the victim! They probably wanted to eat me!!
Pfft, I dunno why I dreamt of that. As if there's some prophecy involving Nyabel. He isn't special.
...he didn't open his eyes the day he was born. I did.
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I scratch one of my claws against a piece of fallen bark.
Day 4. I hunger. That lousy goblin followed me so far that I'm lost now. I'm afraid to trace my footsteps back and see his friends waiting for me on the dirt road!
Ah- I'm hiding in a hole under a tree. I really tried my best to survive! Really! But there's no more fruit to eat! The 2 small berry bushes are empty! I finished them all!
Hm? Don't I need milk? What nonsense!! I'm already 9 weeks old!
Why don't I hunt small animals? Pfft, you're silly. Tell me something that's smaller than a baby kitten, because I haven't seen anything like that. Even if I managed to catch a baby squirrel or something, how do I eat it? RAW?!?! That's gross! Even If I have a fire, how do I cook it? How do I remove the fur and organs and stuff?
Haah. I'm hungry. Is there water nearby? Maybe I can catch fishes or someth-
*CRACK*
"Kiee...? Keeheehee."
...MRAAA!! STOP FOLLOWING ME ALREADY, YOU DUMB GOBLIN! Leave me alone! I came to recognize that specific goblin because one of his eyes are closed. He has three scars where my claws must've damaged the eyeball. What a stalk-...hold on. If...If I have to nom on something raw in order to keep on living...
...Are-are goblins tasty?
