1 Catching up
Six years ago, we discovered we are not alone. A race of aliens, we classify as "Cynaclons," arrived looking to invade our planet. After two years or so, the (environmentally friendly) struggle ended and peace was made between our races. But as the days grew long, our friendship sagging like a tight rope being hung far too long, many rogue cynaclons slowly made their way to earth and began slowly shaving away our trust. Pai, Kisshu, and Taruto have yet to come back and visit us, leaving our impressions of friendship, (worth more to Pudding) to erode into the present state of disrepair. They attacked our people and kept our mew-genes active during their chimera conquest. The occurrence of these attacks, which were becoming more frequent as more and more cynaclons were arriving with the intent to invade, we had to keep strengthening ourselves to keep up with all the attacks.
These constant attacks never gave our mew genes a rest; therefore, we were unable to ever stop fighting. Having our genes for so long we have to be careful so that we don't suffer Ryou's fate and "get stuck" in whatever form we take on for too long. Even our human forms aren't our most stable forms, but our special transformations are. Now all of us can take on a pure animal form like Ichigo. Our powers have grown so much so, but we can't even use them at full strength too often for fear of over-using them.
Ryou and Keichiro have been working on a way to try and keep us stable, ever since we almost lost Mint, but none of their methods were anything but futile or damaging. With all these limits, our social lives are basically nonexistent except for work and people in the mew group. Even our lifespans are becoming shorter as we will start to burn out soon, they tell us. How could we? The fate of our planet is in our hands!