I remember a time where there were no... odd cats. We were plain, we were normal. We were clans that didn't live in harmony but mutual respect; these clans, founded by four ancient cats, fought tooth and claw for prey, territory - honor. We were proud. We were warriors.
It started slowly. One day a leader's kits were born with fins. Weeks later, more kits were born - horns, wings. Some could walk on water; disappear at will. The new generation was lost, hopeless, without a guide. They couldn't control it. Many succumbed to their ethereal powers.
Moons later, normal cats were a rarity. They slowly learned how to control their powers - in the second generation, it seemed to become instinct. I got to watch them grow and develop - future leaders and deputies, medicine cats and warriors. Strange... it didn't seem to affect kittypets...
The mutations and magic began to spread. Soon loners were popping up with the same unique traits. Kittypets, however, seemed immune - perhaps it had to do with their being influenced by twolegs? No matter what it seemed that they couldn't show the strange traits.
It was probably better that way.
Many moons have passed since then. In that time a dog pack has moved into the area by Highstones. They are... unpredictable, but have posed no problems, so far.
I hope it stays that way.
Shallow.
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