#catlition

[espaceanimal]

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[cozmicshredder]

Just for people wanting to upgrade their Tidy Cat Breeze box. I got ride of the original two boxes because my cats outgrew them and now using just one BreezeXL no issues and yes it’s massive! I originally bought two will store the second box to change out in a year. Anyways it’s an amazing system but unfortunately some cats hate it but mine never had an issue other than the original boxes got to be too small. #cats #cat #catsofinstagram @purina #catlife #catliter #furbabies #pet #petsofinstagram #pets (at Westland, Michigan) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce9C6IBLMiL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[mozart-the-meerkitten]

This is a masterlist of all my writing projects, both original and fanfic, so that they’re easier to find.

Original Works- The Restoration Saga:

The Tale of Mozarita the Meerkitten (published) - Mozarita, a kitten, and her siblings, find themselves fighting in a war against the terrible Wolfking, Cogg, who wishes to rule the Forest.

The Fire Kitten (written, unedited, unpublished) - Firesong and her brother Jakito are kittennapped and taken on a great journey before finally being made slaves in the dark, terrible city of Ventargo.

Catlition (2nd draft done needs rewritten again) - After losing their mother, Ribbony and his siblings find themselves in a series of wild adventures that take them from their home in Ventargo through frozen mountains, dark tunnels, snowy countries, and burning deserts as they strive to protect their friend Kristoren from assassins.

The Wolfprince’s Revenge (1st draft only) - I cannot say anything about the plot that won’t have spoilers for the other books, but it is a story about courage, redemption, and hope in the face of despair and terrible darkness, just like my other books.

Original Works- The SOS Chronicles:

Mayday (first draft in progress)- An escaped slave boy named Oliver finds refuge on the spaceship Catacrome, which has just been called off on a mission to investigate the mysterious disappearance of another ship. When the Catacrome comes under attack from an unknown species, Oliver- and the mysterious entity talking to him from the walls- must find a way to help the crew and save the ship if he ever wants to return to his home planet and rescue his best friend Silas.

Fanfiction:

Hope will (Estel and Maglor stories) - Stories about young Aragorn and Maglor (series, finished)

Wingfeather Madrigal Falls - Crossover stories between Gravity Falls and The Wingfeather Saga, now also includes Encanto (series, in progress)

The Throne Warden’s Redemption - Artham tells his family what happened to him and Esben in the Deeps of Throg (finished)

The Misadventures of Artham Peet Wingfeather - Stories about Artham Wingfeather/Peet the Sock Man that sometimes include the Wingfeather children. Formerly “A Birdman and the Jewels of Anniera” (series, in progress)

Anniera Falls - A retelling of The Wingfeather Saga with Gravity Falls characters, or Gravity Falls AU in the fantasy world of Aerwiar (in progress)

Stranger Falls - The Gravity Falls/Stranger Things crossover where the Mystery Trio adopt Eleven that nobody asked for but I wrote anyway. (finished)

The Sons of the Dark One - Harry Potter/Once Upon a Time crossover where Baelfire and Sirius meet as children and cause massive changes to both their stories. (in progress)

The Chronicles of Undertale - Narnia/Undertale crossover no one asked for but I decided to write anyway. (in progress)

#the restoration saga #lord of the rings #stranger things #gravity falls #the wingfeather saga #the tale of mozarita the meerkitten #the fire kitten #catlition #the wolfprince's revenge #my books #my fanfics #estel (young aragorn) #maglor #wingfeather falls #anniera falls #stranger falls #original stories #fanfic #crossovers #writing #the sos chronicles #mayday #undertale #Narnia #harry potter #once upon a time #updated in february 2023

[astasiototal]

+++Reposting this, for some reason it was not showing up on anybody's feed. Gotta love the metaversal algorithms+++ No matter how hard I try, I always end up eating way too much in Thanksgiving 🥧🥧🥧🥧🥧🥧🥧🥧🥧🥧🥧🥧💀 Happy Caturday! . . . #caturday #cartoon #cartoons #cat #cats #catsofinstagram #catlife🐾 #catlite #humor #fun #dog #pet #thanksgiving #dinner #eating #eat #astasiototal #shittyforever https://www.instagram.com/p/CWy1JFUP6DC/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[addison1992]

My weird ass cat is napping on the mat meant to catch his cat litter 😂😂😂 @tidycats #cute #cat #funny #fyp #longhairedcat #catliter #weird #cutecat #napping #chill #catdad (at Broken Arrow, Oklahoma) https://www.instagram.com/p/CULPeQrFGSa/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[cinderella1181]

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[darrintuten1]

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[mozart-the-meerkitten]

I jumped on the quiz making bandwagon. It’s what 13-year-old me would have wanted. xD Click to find out 

Which main character from my book Catlition are you?

https://uquiz.com/2yj4X6

#quiz #writers #my books #catlition #my characters #gosh I made so many quizzes like this when I was a kid #it was fun I have to admit #very nostalgic #don't take this too seriously it's just for funsies #but let me know if your result is accurate #xD

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Would anyone like a list and brief descriptions of the main characters from my books?

If you said yes then this is for you! As far as I know these are spoiler free.

Mozarita: a young black and white striped she-cat with blue eyes who stays no bigger than a two-month old kitten. Warrior of Rendalawo. Siblings: Dorthy, Crispen, Tristan. Parents: Rita and Jako. Personality: quiet and thoughtful, but determined and can be argumentative; fierce in battle and full of courage. Appears in: The Tale of Mozarita the Meerkitten, The Fire Kitten, and The Wolfprince’s Revenge. Age when story begins: 3 moons.

Dorthy: a young golden-brown furred she-cat with green eyes. Warrior of Rendalawo. Siblings: Mozarita, Crispen, Tristan. Parents: Rita and Jako. Personality: sassy and talkative, always speaks her mind; always ready for a fight, won’t show fear if she can help it. Appears in: The Tale of Mozarita the Meerkitten, The Fire Kitten, and The Wolfprince’s Revenge.  Age when story begins: 3 moons.

Crispen: young black and white striped tomcat with brown eyes that turn red when he’s angry or in the midst of battle. Warrior of Rendalawo. Siblings: Mozarita, Dorthy, Tristan. Parents: Rita, Jako. Personality: inventive and passionate, but easy to anger; will leap into a fight without thinking and fight until his last breath to defend those he cares for. Appears in: The Tale of Mozarita the Meerkitten, The Fire Kitten, and The Wolfprince’s Revenge.  Age when story begins: 3 moons.

Tristan: young golden furred and black striped tomcat with brown eyes. Warrior of Rendalawo. Siblings: Mozarita, Dorthy, Crispen. Parents: Rita and Jako. Personality: reserved and analytical, an excellent planner and strategist, but slow to make decisions; chooses his battles, but is not afraid to fight to the death for what he deems a worthy cause. Appears in: The Tale of Mozarita the Meerkitten, The Fire Kitten, and The Wolfprince’s Revenge. Age when story begins: 3 moons.

Firesong: an orange she-kitten with white paws and amber eyes. Siblings: Jakito, Tansy, Pumpkin, Creamie, Frankie, Shadow, Smokey. Parents: Tori. Personality: excitable and eager, full of life and a desire to look on the bright side, but naïve and inexperienced; doesn’t think before leaping into potentially dangerous situations, but can be clever and thoughtful. Appears in: The Fire Kitten, and The Wolfprince’s Revenge. Age when story begins: 2 moons.

Jakito: an orange tomkitten with white paws and nose and amber eyes. Siblings: Firesong, Tansy, Pumpkin, Creamie, Frankie, Shadow, Smokey. Parents: Tori. Personality: patient and thoughtful, will follow someone he cares for wherever they go, even if it leads him into danger; clever and brave, but hesitant and easily worried. Appears in: The Fire Kitten, and The Wolfprince’s Revenge.  Age when story begins: 2 moons.

Ribbony: big light gray tomcat with white stripes on his sides and green eyes. Leader of Catlition and Warrior of Rendalawo. Siblings: Dora, Explorer, Creamy. Mother: Cherry. Personality: boisterous and confident, kind and courageous; a terrifying warrior who does not get carried away with bloodlust. Appears in: The Tale of Mozarita the Meerkitten, The Fire Kitten, Catlition, and The Wolfprince’s Revenge.

Dora: Fluffy brown she-cat with green eyes. Senior member of Catlition and Warrior of Rendalawo. Siblings: Ribbony, Explorer, Creamy. Mother: Cherry. Personality: full of sass and sarcasm, but not without kindness and softness, starts arguments as much as she stops them; not afraid to fight and speak her mind, a fierce warrior. Appears in: The Tale of Mozarita the Meerkitten, The Fire Kitten, Catlition, and The Wolfprince’s Revenge.

Explorer: big black and white tomcat with brown eyes. Senior member of Catlition and Warrior of Rendalawo. Siblings: Ribbony, Dora, Creamy. Mother: Cherry. Personality: Slightly jaded, very sarcastic, but committed and never fails to help those in need; fights without remorse and with utter confidence. Appears in: The Tale of Mozarita the Meerkitten, The Fire Kitten, Catlition, and The Wolfprince’s Revenge.

Creamy: big cream-colored tomcat with brown eyes. Senior member of Catlition and Warrior of Rendalawo. Siblings: Ribbony, Dora, Explorer. Mother: Cherry. Personality: Laid back, thoughtful and quiet, rarely speaks his mind, but when he does everyone listens; his joviality and kindness hide a capable and frighteningly strong warrior. Appears in: The Tale of Mozarita the Meerkitten, The Fire Kitten, Catlition, and The Wolfprince’s Revenge.

@ash-grimmy and @masterfuldoodler (If anyone wants to be added to my little tag list for stuff about my books let me know.)

#writers #writing #characters #the restoration saga #my charies #my books #the tale of mozarita the meerkitten #the fire kitten #catlition #I just remembered I did this #hopefully I'll be able to put it in the beginning of my books #I was inspired by the character lists in the Narnia and warrior cat books #I always loved to read those #also I have a lot of characters #and I thought it would help people keep them straight

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Another excerpt from Catlition for you, this time featuring part of a battle scene. Warning for peril, scary images and blood (it’s not graphic, my books are rated PG, but have a warning anyway. Mostly I just wanted to use ‘scary images’)

           Finally, night fell, and the fortress grew still.            Ribbony, his siblings, and Kit, waited on the wall, watching the woods for any sign of the wolf army. All around the fortress Rendalawo’s army stood, waiting, a ring protecting those inside.            Then, movement.            There, in the shadows along the edge of the woods, Ribbony could see shapes slinking. They flowed, smooth as a river, across the fields before Rendalawo and formed a long line to the door of the fortress.            It was too dark to properly count them, but Ribbony saw the line stretch from a few tail lengths in front of Rendalawo’s gate all the way back to the edge of the Forest. His heart pounded so hard that it throbbed down into his paws and rose up into his throat as a low growl. He was afraid, and itching for a fight. He hated this. Hated the waiting. He wanted to use his nervous energy for something useful- and killing wolves would certainly be useful.            Then, as one he saw the wolves lift their heads towards the starless sky. They let out one, long howl; an eerie, chilling sound, amplified by the hundreds. Ribbony heard creatures start to mutter and whimper around him.            Anger rose up inside him, drowning out his own fear. The wolves were trying to scare them, demoralize them before the attack even started.            Well, he wasn’t going to let them.            Even as he thought this one of the wolves stepped forward. He was bigger than the others, and even blacker than the night around him.            “Rendalawo,” called the wolf, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “I am Cogg, the Wolfking, and I have come to make you mine. Surrender now and I will spare your creatures from a bloody end.”            “We will never surrender to you,” Koja’s voice rang out loud and clear. “The wolves will never be the masters of Rendalawo, or the Forest. Go back to your mountains where you belong.”            Koja’s words seemed to give the creatures around him courage. A muffled cheer rang out that Ribbony and his Catlition quickly took up. Soon the whole fortress seemed to be roaring its defiance of the Wolfking’s demand.            The cheer faded, and in its place came a coarse, mocking laughter. The Wolfking had thrown back his head, howling in amusement. His army followed suit, and Ribbony suppressed a shudder at the terrible sound.            “Your arrogance will be your undoing,” said Cogg. “If this is your choice then you will all die, slaughtered in defense of your foolish hopes.”            “Our arrogance,” hissed Dora. “He’s one to talk.”            Ribbony muttered his agreement but didn’t take his eyes off the Wolfking. Cogg turned and walked back into the sea of his army, until Ribbony couldn’t see him in the dark anymore.            The wolves began to howl and chant, the cacophony of noise reawakening Ribbony’s anger. Suddenly, torches sprang to life in the army below them, and Rendalawo could see its foes. There were hundreds of them, stretching out like a blight in all directions. In their midst Ribbony saw war machines rumbling along. Worried whispers and whimpers increased around him and Ribbony could take it no longer.            “Catlition song on three,” he said. He looked at the others and they nodded, eyes wide. “One, two…”

           “OH WE ARE THE BRAVE!

           OH WE ARE THE FEARLESS!

           WE STAND TRUE

           FOR ALL THAT IS GOOD!

           WE FEAR NONE

           FOR NONE EVER CHALLENGE US!

           ONCE THEY SEE OUR BRAVERY

           THEY ALL FLEE IN FEAR

           CATLITION! CATLITION!

           WHAT A WONDERFUL CALL!

           CATLITION! CATLITION!

           IT IS OUR BATTLE CRYYYYYYY!”

            When the song ended they sang it again, and this time the creatures around them joined in. By the fourth time the song was being shouted from all the walls of Rendalawo. Their song drowned out the wolves’ howls and chants, and Ribbony even saw a few of the ones nearby looking confused.            ‘Did they think we would just give up?’ he wondered.            And then-            Fire flew over Ribbony’s head. He ducked, yowling on instinct. Whipping around he saw a fireball land on the midst of the defenders on the lawn. There were shouts, and within moments the fire was out.            Before they had time to congratulate themselves half a dozen more of the flaming balls were launched over the walls. The fire-fighters rushed to put them out and-            “Ribbony!”            Ribbony was shoved to the side as a grappling hook landed where he had been standing a second before. Dora stood half on top of him, fur fluffed up and eyes wide.            “Pay attention you idiot!” she said, and he heard the panic in her voice.            “Sorry!” Ribbony scrambled to his paws and looked over the wall. Several wolves scrambled up the rope attached to the grappling hook. Ribbony glanced at Dora and grinned, then pulled the hook off the wall and tossed it over. He was rewarded with the sound of furious howling from below.            He turned and looked along the wall, seeing several more hooks lodged at the base of the crenelations. Explorer and Creamy were dislodging them almost as soon as they appeared. Kit had vanished, but when Ribbony risked another look down at the lawn he saw his friend’s white fur dashing around with the fire brigades.            Ribbony turned back just in time to see the first wolf come over the wall. It was massive- bigger than Bee had been- and black, like their leader, but with gray paws. It oozed over the wall like a shadow and stood, fur fluffed up, yellow eyes glowing like a creature from a nightmare.              Ribbony drew his sword. The wolf turned its glimmering gaze on him and grinned, teeth glinting in the torchlight. It drew no sword, but simply charged him head on, jaws aiming for his throat.            Ribbony stepped out of the way at the last second, swinging his sword at the wolf’s throat. Its last howl turned into a gurgle, and it collapsed to the ground, blood pooling beneath it.            Ribbony didn’t waste time thinking about what he had done. He had grown beyond that in the past year, out of necessity. Some creatures were simply cruel, and some had embraced the darkness slowly and unwillingly, but all those he had killed had chosen their paths, and they would have killed him and those he loved if he did not kill them. The only remorse he had for his actions was that he wished there was no need for them at all; that no creatures ever fell into darkness.            Wolves lay dead by Explorer and Creamy as well. Not far from him, Dora stood, breathing hard and staring at a dead wolf with one of her knives buried in its chest. More inky black shadows slipped over the walls and attacked, and as Ribbony swung his sword at another wolf he knew they were in for a long night of fighting.

@ash-grimmy @masterfuldoodler @waterglider0

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[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Another bit from my third book, Catlition. This one features the meeting of two of my main villains (of the third and first books).

           Tiggy found himself in a hall much like the one Ventargo’s castle. Except instead of being in a state of disrepair, with mildewed tapestries and moss growing in the cracks between the stones, this place was well kept. The room was lit by three great chandeliers hanging from the ceiling that did nothing to banish the gloom and chill from the corners of the room. Wolves sat at tables on both sides of the hall, facing him with curious and disdainful expressions.            At the end of the hall stood a throne upon a dais, covered in blood red furs. Sitting there was a pitch-black wolf with burning yellow eyes tinged with red.            “Bow before the Wolfking, filthy cat!” snapped one of the wolves who had brought him.            Tiggy bowed so low to the ground that his nose nearly touched it, just as his uncle had showed him long ago. Then he stood up straight, lifting his head to meet the eyes of the Wolfking. The other wolves muttered amongst themselves, no doubt wondering at his arrogance.            He was not going to be some sniveling noble. His uncle had been fierce and cutthroat and risen up through the ranks and this was the only time Tiggy planned to follow in his uncle’s pawsteps.            Finally the Wolfking addressed him. “What business,” he said, in a low, rumbling voice. “Does a cat have with the Wolfking of the mountains?”            “Great Wolfking,” said Tiggy, glad his voice had grown out of its squeaking. “I have heard that you are planning a war.”            The muttering in the hall increased. The Wolfking growled and immediately all was silent. He turned back to Tiggy. “What of it?”            “If you will have me,” said Tiggy carefully. “I believe I could be of use to you as an adviser in this war. You will encounter many different creatures during your conquest, and they will each fight you in different ways. Up in your mountains you have, I am sure, grown isolated from the rest of the world, whereas I have been travelling it for many long moons. I can help you find the best ways to not only conquer your enemies, but demoralize and scatter them as well.”            “Hmm,” the Wolfking tilted his head. Tiggy forced himself not to twitch or look away from those piercing eyes. “Do you not think that an army of wolves, a sight that has not been seen in decades, will not demoralize the creatures in the rest of the world enough?”            “Initially it may,” Tiggy acknowledged. “But creatures will always resist, and since your primary target is the Forest,” he watched the Wolfking closely. “You will need all the help you can get. I have seen the great fortresses there and they are well defended.”            There was silence for a few moments in the wake of his words. Then the muttering resumed. Tiggy focused on breathing evenly and staring into the Wolfking’s thoughtful eyes.            Then the Wolfking began to laugh.            Tiggy’s ears twitched involuntarily, but he refused to let his surprise show on his face. The wolves in the hall, however, gaped openly.            The Wolfking leaned forward, grinning. “I like you, cat. You stride into my halls as if you own them, you look me in the eye- something even my own wolves hesitate to do- and you hold a fiercer presence than half my soldiers. But you are a cat, and there is no precedence for such insolence as yours, believing that we, the wolves of the mountains, need your aid. I ought to kill you here and now.”            “Then do it,” said Tiggy. “I’m not afraid of death.”            There was a pause, then, the Wolfking smiled darkly.            “What is your name, cat?” he asked.            Tiggy took a deep breath. ‘Don’t mess this up.’            He had known that he would need a good name to present to the Wolfking; Tiberius or Tiggy would never do. So, for the past moon or so he had worked to come up with a new name for himself. Something bold and fierce, something that would strike fear into the hearts of those who heard it.            He smiled back.            “My name,” he said, clearly and quietly. “Is Flametalon.”            The Wolfking’s smile widened.            “Then welcome, Flametalon,” he said. “To the service of Cogg the Wolfking.”

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And with that the second part of the book is finished! :D I’ve been really looking forward to writing the third part so I’m excited!

@ash-grimmy @masterfuldoodler @waterglider0

#catlition #my books #my writing #the restoration saga #writing #writers #flametalon #cogg the wolfking #wolves of the wofel mountains #the more you know about my books the more weight this scene holds #also the chapter this is in I named 'in the hall of the mountain king' #because I think I'm clever #and so before I did that I had to look up if it was in public domain #(it is) #and I thought that was funny because most people would be looking it up to play the song #whereas I wanna use it as a chapter title in my book xD

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

My third book has reached

SIXTY THOUSAND WORDS. 60,000 WORDS.

Take that, writer’s block.

#catlition #the restoration saga #writers #writing #my books #I WILL finish this book #and it WILL be good #that is a threat #a threat to myself

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

I've seen brief mentions of your OC writing, but have only joined your blog recently so I haven't seen a lot. So I was curious: what is your story about? Which character is your favorite and why?

Okay, so, back when I was a teenager (13-16) I wrote four books. They’re a series that has now officially been named “The Restoration Saga” and they follow the adventures of various cats and kittens in a medieval fantasy world similar to that of Redwall or Narnia. There are castles and swordfights and all that good stuff. I am in the process of re-writing and editing the 2nd and 3rd books currently and the first one is published.

The first book, “The Tale of Mozarita the Meerkitten”, is about a kitten named Mozarita and her three siblings, Dorthy, Crispen and Tristan as they try and figure out where they belong in the war-torn world of the Forest. They end up in the fortress of Rendalawo, which is the last safe-haven of the forest against Cogg the Wolfking.

The second book, “The Fire Kitten”, follows the adventures of Firesong and her brother Jakito after they are kittennapped and taken as slaves to the city of Ventargo, far away from their home.

The third book, “Catlition” is the one I’m working on now that you’ve probably heard me mention the most. It chronicles the story of Catlition, a band of young cats from Ventargo who become some of the greatest warriors in the world.

The fourth book I can’t talk about it without giving spoilers for the other three, but it is my favorite of the four, and I’m still very proud of it despite not having done a thing to edit it since I was probably 17. 

It’s hard for me to pick a favorite character because I based them off my cats and therefore love them all very dearly. Mozarita is definitely a favorite, because she got the entire series started in real life (that’s another story) and because she’s turned out a lot like me with her reactions to things and her anxiety. She’s also tiny and fierce and I couldn’t not love her.

Firesong is another favorite because she turned out very innocent and trusting, but in a way that causes her to jump into battles or sandstorms to help her friends for no other reason but that they’re her friends- even if she hasn’t known them long or they’ve wronged her. 

And Dora. I talk a lot about Dora. She is fiesty and brave and loud and nervous and she has a good heart and loves her family so dang much. She would face down a dragon if that’s what she had to do to protect them.

But honestly I love them all and I could list five or six others who are also favorites. xD

Thanks for the ask!

#writers #writing #my books #the tale of mozarita the meerkitten #the fire kitten #catlition #my charies #I love talking about my books #if you have more questions about them feel free to ask! #I wish I could talk about the fourth one it's so good #but spoilers #I love the first three too tho #I especially love how they're turning out in rewrites #anyway #have a brief overview of my books #firefletch

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

I did it. I started working on my third book again. It’s not great, or long, but I did it.

           They stayed in Windenthorn for a moon. During that time, Arlen taught them how to fight snakes, Cloudfeather started to recover from her imprisonment, and Ribbony tried to come to grips with the battle and his part in it.            He had killed creatures. So had Explorer and Creamy and Missy. It felt deeply wrong to him, but at the same time he wasn’t sure what else he could have done. At first he had felt guilty for killing creatures who were probably just fighting out of fear or misguided loyalty, but then…            They had attacked him. They had meant to kill him. They had tried to kill him. And they would have killed him and all his friends and family if he hadn’t fought back. It had been a fair fight. He had simply emerged the victor.            After that he didn’t feel guilty. He had defended himself and his family. There was no shame in that.            But he still wished it hadn’t had to happen.

@ash-grimmy and @masterfuldoodler and I can’t remember if anyone else wanted to be tagged when I posted an excerpt from my books so if you do let me know.

#catlition #my books #my writing #the restoration saga #ribbony #I wrote 165 words but you know what #this section has had me blocked for a long time #and I broke it #take that stupid brain xD #*<me trying to be proud of myself*

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

An excerpt from Catlition I’ve been looking forward to writing; the history and Fall of my book world. For context, my six main characters plus one young eagle are traveling through the great Desert in the center of my book world. I think this is the longest excerpt I’ve posted.

Or: why my series is called the Restoration Saga.

             It was evening and the sands were cooling. Ribbony was relieved that his paws no longer burned when he walked and that the suffocating heat had dissipated from the air. He lifted his head-            -And stopped in his tracks.            There, rising out of the ground before them like they had grown from the sand itself, were two great pillars. They were as tall as trees, and beside them, stretching as far as Ribbony could see on either side, were broken stones- all that remained of a once great wall.            “Look!” he called out.            The others lifted their heads and froze. Kit, walking ahead of them, looked back and smiled. Ribbony hesitantly smiled back, still nervous after his chastisement earlier.            “What are those?” Dora asked.            “They are the ancient doorposts of what was once the greatest kingdom in the whole world,” said Kit. He sat down on a sand dune overlooking the ruined city and waited for the others to join him. When they had he started walking again.            “Long ago, when the world was young,” said Kit as they walked towards the ruins. “All creatures got along with one another. There was no resentment, grudges or spite betwixt them, so they worked together the way the White Creature always intended. And they built a kingdom,” Kit’s eyes grew distant and sad. “A beautiful kingdom. It stretched far across the lands, over the Forest and the Swamp, through Snow Country, past the plateau, into the Wofel mountains, all the way to the Valley of Ventargo. Peace reigned. Much that is now lost was learned and loved. Music rang through the streets, scholars learned about the land and wrote all they discovered. Stones, herbs and metals were discovered and catalogued, and all were happy in their work. But they didn’t just work.”            They passed under the great doorposts. Ribbony gazed up at them in wonder and sadness. The stone was old and weathered, worn smooth by years of wind and sand.            They found themselves in a courtyard full of rubble. Smaller pillars stood here, and in the center was an old well, long dry. Little shoots of tan grass grew between the stones, stubbornly clinging to life. Along the edges of the courtyard were piles of stone and glass and metal where houses and workshops had once stood.            “They played,” said Kit, quietly, stopping next to a roundish stone that looked almost like a ball. “Such wonderful games. They wrestled and played with balls, they played games of strategy and games of silliness. The laughter of all creatures rose into the sky and pleased the White Creature- and he laughed with them.”            Kit sat in the center of the courtyard and bowed his head. When Ribbony crept up beside him he saw Kit’s tears falling into the sand.            “It was beautiful,” said Kit in a whisper that was somehow loud enough for all of them to hear. “It was perfect.”            “What happened?” Dora asked, after a long silence.            Kit squeezed his eyes shut. “The War of Cats and Dogs. The cats and dogs wanted to see who was more powerful, so they played their games more fiercely and began to make their discoveries about the world in secret. They grew envious of each other’s ideas and gifts and inventions. So one day,” Kit took a shaky breath. “One day, during a game, a cat and a dog fought and each drew blood on the other. As soon as their blood stained the dirt beneath them the ground began to shake. The White Creature’s roar echoed through the world and shook it to its very foundations. His anger caused all creatures to flee in fear and hide. And so the world was cursed to fade and die, because blood had been shed with evil intent. The trees fell, and the grass and flowers withered and died. Dirt became sand, and the sun dried up the ground so nothing could grow. The mountain rivers overflowed their banks and created the Swamp. The most vicious dogs became wolves and fought with the cats and other creatures until blood stained the ground from one end of the world to the other. And then the White Creature cursed the wolves to live in the mountains and set the eagles to keep watch on them.”            Ribbony glanced at Cloudfeather, whose head was tilted curiously as she listened. He didn’t dare look at Explorer.            “The mountains around Ventargo became cold and desolate and Snow Country grew harsh and hard,” Kit continued. The coast became rife with pirates who served no one but themselves and captured innocent creatures to be slaves. But where those faithful to the White Creature gathered life bloomed, and the curse slowed. The Forest is one such place, and even now it is filled with more life and scattered creatures than anywhere else in the world. But such havens are few and far between.” Kit looked up at the stars that had begun to sparkle in the night sky. “All creatures diminished as well, their lifespans lessened, and their natural talents dulled. Even the dragons grew less powerful and were able to be hunted and killed. The world has grown very dark and very bleak in the centuries since the first blood was spilled.”            “You talk about it like you were there,” said Missy, quietly.            Kit gazed at her. “I was. I am the son of the White Creature. I was there when the world was formed, and I have seen every moment since.”            They were quiet for a long time after that.            “But there is hope,” said Kit. Every eye focused on him, all five young cats and one young eagle holding their breaths.            “It is said that one day the White Creature will send someone to be a sacrifice, whose blood will spill on ground and restore it, just as blood once cursed it. Then the world will roll towards its end, and when it reaches that end,” Kit gazed out at the ruined courtyard. “The great kingdom will be restored, and all the world with it.”            As Ribbony gazed at Kit glowing softly like a star among the ruins he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.            Because even though Kit hadn’t said it, Ribbony knew that when Kit spoke of a sacrifice, he meant himself.

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