Foreword

I have a personal loathing for such things as this, as I believe forewords are pages that delay the reader from beginning their journey of the story by detailing thoughts the author has that no one else cares about, benefits from, or even deigns to read. In fact, I wasn't planning on writing this entry at all until my tiny voice of reason in the back of my head convinced me that while it was certainly not appealing, it was all too necessary. So, if you have absolutely no qualms about what lies before you, I welcome you with open arms and a plate of imaginary chocolate cake to skip this annoying babble and go ahead to the first book. If not, please bear with me as I write this.

The first thing you will notice is what you will not notice: throughout the story words such as "hand" and "arm" are absent. This is because those two body parts are exceptionally reserved for humans, and although this is a fanfiction based on a story about humans (though technically Hylians, Zoras, and the like are nothing of the sort, having not evolved on Earth from Homo Australopithecus) the characters are not depicted as humans. They are cats. Or, specifically, cat-like humanoids.

It does not matter if you are a college student looking for something to procrastinate to, or my sister trying to discover what exactly I'm up to this late at night, I will not begrudge you for heading for the search bar. I cannot please everyone, nor do I want to. My goal is to please those who have chosen to give me and my writing a chance. It is what little I can give in return for your tolerance of me.

I will not tell you why they are written as cats, because I don't know myself. Maybe it is because when I started writing this nut-job of a book back in 2011, I did not know how to express my feelings through the likeness of people (as well as the fact that I never planned on finishing it in the first place). Perhaps it is because it is the way it started and has melded into the words over time, so that tearing it out would be like dropping the thing in a dishwasher and setting on extra-rinse. Perhaps, although I greatly doubt this one as there is very little evidence to support it, my brain is simply so scrambled by my developmental delays that I find myself better able to document my thoughts, feelings, and sensations as feline. The most likely theory I've been able to come up with is that I have an unhealthy obsession with the animals and should probably seek professional help for my zealot-like actions, but I digress.

Again, these are not simply cats in the place of people, they are people-cats…like furries, but without all the porn or club dedicated to wondering why they exist… well, that last one may not be true. The characters may have paws in place of hands and bodies covered in fibrous hair, but they walk on two legs and typically refer to themselves as "people" (for what do they have to compare themselves with?). Females and males are oftentimes called "man" and "woman" although they are also occasionally titled "toms", the common name for a male cat, and "mollies", the less known but still commercial name for a female cat. Likewise for children with "kittens", albeit only the infants are called kittens for the most part.

Despite what you may think of such an oddity, if that is what this will be called, I promise you to make it as entertaining and spirited as possible. This may mean I may deviate from the game's original plot, and sometimes, much so. Remember, this is an adaptation from game to book. Due to format, some things will have to be changed. However, I have made it a priority that the story is the story of Ocarina of Time. It will not become something else because I felt like it, like the Eragon movie (my soul still cries for what 21st Century Fox has done to Saphira. The horror!).

They may be cat-people, a fact I was not easy with admitting, but they embrace what they are, not shun it, as I have learned to do for myself… and, according to this foreword, am still working on doing. You may choose to laugh at this work. You may simply ignore it or talk about it in whispers, like "weird side of YouTube" nobody wants to acknowledge. But I refuse to be ashamed of what I am and what I have accomplished. So no, I will not write them as people. I will not take this story down just because it's not the way you want it. That is all I have to say. Teeta out. Peace.