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His tail flicked in a slow back and forth. The Lord of All Cats sniffed the air, taking in unfamiliar scents. His gleaming eyes then surveyed the area before him. In the din of the hollow tree, the Lord could see a great deal. Much prey was abundant, hopping, slithering, crawling and walking in all shapes and forms. Yet there were also greater foes. Such things lumbered, stalked and flew. Many times he crouched, out of anticipation, out of reflex but none dared approach him on his perch. And what a perch it was. His own patch of the night, glowing and shimmering. The Lord had been so enthralled, so captivated, he could not help but grab a closer look. The climb was long and had many struggles but the Lord could not resist. Thus, he now sat upon the very tip that jutted out from the mass, like a giant snout of the greater foes he saw. 

The Lord was content to rest there for a time. As the day had been taxing, full of much excitement and stress. There had been many smells and many sounds, not all were pleasant. Eventually he wandered into the forest and came upon this patch of night amidst the hollow tree. He had been there ever since. 

A sudden sound piqued his interest. The Lord scanned the entrance and saw the strangest foe yet. Pale of fur and standing upon two legs. He could not make sense of it. Another joined it and they stared into that hollow tree. The Lord looked away from them as a bolt of movement caught his attention. A fat flying prey with molted coloring landed just inside the tree. It pecked at the ground before ruffling its feathers. Before the Lord could ponder this strange thing, one of the pale giants, because they were giants to the Lord, grabbed the prey with its strong paws. The prey squawked and kicked but could not escape the grasp of the pale giant. The two then exchanged looks before they set off at a rush. 

To the Lord, this did not bode well. The scent of the pale giants was the least pleasant he had encountered so far. And they had grabbed the flying prey with such ease. Could they do the same to him? The Lord did not wish to find out and he was growing hungry.

So it was decided, reluctant as he was to leave such a fine perch, the Lord made his way to the soft earthen floor and with great caution, he made his way through a small gap of bark next to the entrance of the hollow tree. He poked his head out to make sure the way was clear and, satisfied, bolted into some leaf litter and began his grand trek into the unknown. 

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The Lord of All Cats finds a nice perch on the tip of Saries sleeping nose. He sees some human grab a proto chicken and decides that isn’t the life for him, so he bolts off into the forest.
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