Disclaimer: I do not own CATs.
A young white queen sat in front of a pride of kittens. She called them to order. They all sat quietly under the spell of her eyes. "I have a story to tell." She said, closing her dark blue eyes as the story wove patterns in her mind. She began her story in a trance.
"Now, we all know everyone has a soul. But many don't know that the soul in your human body is not complete. We share a soul with a counterparts. There are two counterparts. Your love counterpart and your animal counterpart. This a story of a tribe of cats. When a rift in the diminsions hit them, they find themselves face to face with their human counterparts. They must survive a world of challenges much diffrent from their normal life. Thsi is a story of love, of frienship, of happyness and hardship. This is the start of CATs: Soul Rift.
The Jellicle Junkyard was peaacefull under the full moon. Several of the kittens played, batting tails and ears. The older Jellicles lay stretched out under the moonlight. One silver tabby rounded the Junkyard, his ears pricked for any unusual sound. He found nothing, so he returend to his mates side. The gold and black queen lifted her head briefly in greeting.
A black tuxedo patterned tom sat on top of an old car trunk, his face troubled. Two cats, perfect mirrors of each other, walked over to him. They lifted their paws in greeting. The small tom on the trunk looked down as they spoke.
"Something is amiss." They said. The black tom nodded, then lifted his head to the sky.
"Indeed. Something is wrong, and I feel we cannot stop it." His dark blue eyes were filled with worry. He layed down, annd placed his head upon his paws.
"Should we worn the others about it?" asked the queen. The black tom nodded.
"Yes. Tell them to be ready for anything." He stood suddenly, his eyes twirling. "It comes." A silver light illuminated the Junkyard, and the world spun. A moment later, a large rat passed the old car, and not a cat was in sight." The white queen looked upward before continuing.
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"The elevator stopped at the 20th floor of an apartment building. The doors opemed, and a handsome silvered haired man walked out. Even though is hair was silver, he was quite young. He walked over to a door marked "443." He opened it and went in, throwing his bag on a desk. He sat in a chair, and pulled off his brown shoes. He turned to the desk, pulling a notebook out of his bag and jotting down notes.
A silver light ilumminated the room, blowing his silver hair around. He spun in his chair, and his eyes found a man laying on the floor." The white queen broke off, her blue eyes closing. A little kitten looked up at her with big eyes.
"What next? What next?" The queen shook her head.
"No more tonight." She said, standing wearily. She walked into an old cardboard box and collapsed tiredly on several scraps of old fabric.
A young white queen sat in front of a pride of kittens. She called them to order. They all sat quietly under the spell of her eyes. "I have a story to tell." She said, closing her dark blue eyes as the story wove patterns in her mind. She began her story in a trance.
"Now, we all know everyone has a soul. But many don't know that the soul in your human body is not complete. We share a soul with a counterparts. There are two counterparts. Your love counterpart and your animal counterpart. This a story of a tribe of cats. When a rift in the diminsions hit them, they find themselves face to face with their human counterparts. They must survive a world of challenges much diffrent from their normal life. Thsi is a story of love, of frienship, of happyness and hardship. This is the start of CATs: Soul Rift.
The Jellicle Junkyard was peaacefull under the full moon. Several of the kittens played, batting tails and ears. The older Jellicles lay stretched out under the moonlight. One silver tabby rounded the Junkyard, his ears pricked for any unusual sound. He found nothing, so he returend to his mates side. The gold and black queen lifted her head briefly in greeting.
A black tuxedo patterned tom sat on top of an old car trunk, his face troubled. Two cats, perfect mirrors of each other, walked over to him. They lifted their paws in greeting. The small tom on the trunk looked down as they spoke.
"Something is amiss." They said. The black tom nodded, then lifted his head to the sky.
"Indeed. Something is wrong, and I feel we cannot stop it." His dark blue eyes were filled with worry. He layed down, annd placed his head upon his paws.
"Should we worn the others about it?" asked the queen. The black tom nodded.
"Yes. Tell them to be ready for anything." He stood suddenly, his eyes twirling. "It comes." A silver light illuminated the Junkyard, and the world spun. A moment later, a large rat passed the old car, and not a cat was in sight." The white queen looked upward before continuing.
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"The elevator stopped at the 20th floor of an apartment building. The doors opemed, and a handsome silvered haired man walked out. Even though is hair was silver, he was quite young. He walked over to a door marked "443." He opened it and went in, throwing his bag on a desk. He sat in a chair, and pulled off his brown shoes. He turned to the desk, pulling a notebook out of his bag and jotting down notes.
A silver light ilumminated the room, blowing his silver hair around. He spun in his chair, and his eyes found a man laying on the floor." The white queen broke off, her blue eyes closing. A little kitten looked up at her with big eyes.
"What next? What next?" The queen shook her head.
"No more tonight." She said, standing wearily. She walked into an old cardboard box and collapsed tiredly on several scraps of old fabric.
