Kita, in her housecat form, felt the warm sunlight upon her face.  She woke up and did a kitty stretch before sitting up and licking herself clean.  She quietly sat on the window sill, watching the world outside and batting at the occasional bug.  From here, the land was vast and everything looked so pristine, but she deep down, many of her kind as well as fellow creatures were being hunted relentlessly for sport.  The heroes call it 'gaining experience'.  The Felinians called it target practice and torture.  What made it worse was that the heroes would not stop with their crusades.  There were seemingly endless waves of them

That is, until the Evil Overlord came to reign.  The number of heroes started to fall and for once the Heroes' future looked glum.  But recently, there was another surge and this time there were few places for her kind to hide.  The Felinians lacked in numbers and habitual land.  They hid in the forests and navigated the mountains, but the time had come to put an end to the heroes.  And what better way than to join the forces of evil?

It wasn't long before Kita had finished her breakfast consisting of a fresh catch of fish.  She changed into her catgirl form (opposable thumbs are important), and went on to check yesterday's traps for caught heroes (they didn't finish before the timer ended).  A 100% capture rate.  Their mutilated bodies lay strewn across the spikes, male and female, young and old.  After sifting through the mess, Kita pulled a lever on the wall and everything was exhumed.  The machines began to churn and roar, hissing and grinding.  The meat turned to ashes and any metal left was melted down.  After going through the rest of the traps.  Kita scribbled down today's harvest of humans and made a note to ask the Evil Overlord what he wanted to do with the melted metal this time.  Should it be turned into spikes?   Cursed with demons?  Or simply vanished?  

With today's report recorded, Kita went into a quieter room so that she could work on designing a new trap.  A ball of yarn lay on her desk as she started to sketch.  Some mini-models were on a shelf in the back of the room.  For each trap Kita would imagine what it was like, but of course a few heroes would need to be to be thrown in as a test.  It was always funny when a hero gets half embedded into a wall.  Their painful looks of struggle and fear was priceless...

*blinks*

Oh... Yarn!