Post by TKB Admin on Jul 27, 2010 20:30:05 GMT -4
Food is scarce. Getting harder to find with every passing day. My family and I have not fed for days, and my father is growing desperate to feed his family. Some are considering cannibalism. My father finds the idea of cannibalism sick minded, unhealthy. What choice do we have? There are three kingdoms. Each with at least fifty mouths to feed. War has been raging for months now, each clan trying to gain control of the others to get their food. It's terrible to have to watch your family, your friends, be thrusted into the war and watch them die before your very eyes. It isn't fair.
Nothing is fair anymore. It's every male, female, and kit for themselves. Survival of the fittest. That's what life has been for a few years now. Everyone around me dies of illness, starvation, and worst of all, battle wounds. I don't like it. I've many times to run away from all the violence. May times I have failed. Then one day, I am at the coast and I see an island. It looks like a long swim, but I don't care. I'm hungry, I'm thirsty. I'm alone. I plunge into the cold ocean water and swim with all the strength I have. But as the sun sinks, I lose my strength. I feel like I'm going to drown. Die.
But when all hope is lost, I reach the shore and drag myself onto the cold sand. I collapse there, my body is weak, my fur heavy with water. I fall unconcious. Morning comes and I have soak in the sun, letting it's warm rays dry my still-soaked body. As the sun dries my coat, it also gives my strength. I get to my paws and wander around the island. I see much food. From small birds to squirrels to rabbits. Food is plentiful here. Despite my weak body, I catch a rabbit and feast quickly, afraid that this is a dream and that I will wake up any moment.
But it's not a dream. It's real. I finish my meal and swim as fast as I can back to my home, to tell of my adventure and of the island of which food is plentiful. Getting the cats to stop fighting wasn't easy. But it was done. I told them, with great enthusiasm, about the other island. Soon, everybody is dashing for the shore line, throwing themselves into the water. Everybody is tired, including me, again. But we all did what I had done the next morning. And we all set out to hunt.
1 year later...
There is still so much food and clean water on the island. It's wonderful. Everyone is thriving and the males have split up to form all these different clans, claiming different territories, getting mates and raising families. I ventured on my own, to find my own mate, to raise my own family. No such luck yet. Every male I meet is taken by another, or has a cruel personality. My search continues as I travel. I only hope that you join me.
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