|OOC: This thread is open to everyone. There's only one rule: no kittens or cats may be injured!|
~*~ Prologue: The Kittening ~*~
The Grey Tower, nestled in the Mountains of Mist for generations upon generations, stood as a bastion of the Light. It had withstood countless trials and attempts by their enemies, minions of the Dark One and regular human beings alike, and it would withstand countless more. The Tower, ensconced by the still-growing city of Hama Valon, stood for equality, it stood for righteousness, and it stood for honor and glory and those who would stand before the encroaching end-times like stanchions of all that is good...
The Grey Tower...also a place where really weird shit happens sometimes.
This was one of those days.
What really no one had been aware of, for reasons surpassing all understanding in the middle of the yards where men and women were trained in hyper-vigilance, was a cat colony. Even after all that would shortly come to pass, no one could seem to find exactly where their stronghold was. The only thing that everyone knew was that, like all small mammals--and as some would say, a handful of two-legged mammals in the Tower walls--they had been breeding prolifically. How did this knowledge come to be discovered, when no one even knew there was this many cats hidden away in the Warder Yards or surrounding buildings?
Well, it was the kittens.
Several litters, although a proper count was impossible at first, had all come of tiny kitty age at the same time and all gained both a curious nature and the permission of their mothers to head out into the world and do...
...whatever it was that cats did.
Suddenly, it was a kittenpocalypse.
Coming from various places around the perimeter of the yards, although not near the training/sparring sands as yet, came dozens of little cats. Short-haired. Long-haired. Orange, grey, brown, black, white. Some colors that seemed like they should exist on a creature, and others seemingly without any hair. They waddled and mewed and trotted up to anyone they saw, as they apparently had no fear of humans instilled in them yet. The warder yards and Tower itself were safe, defended places after all. These cats had undoubtedly been well-fed and unbothered for all their short lives.
So began the story of the Day of Kittens.