Silvestris

The continent of the native catfolk and dogfolk. Not big on geographical diversity or landmarks, but they call it home.

Beginnings
Arwu awoke alone on a lush green field. He asked not why, or how or when. But he knew what he wanted.

He ran. Across the plains, across the mountains, the fields and swamps and forests and... that was it really. He stopped at the edge of the landmass, seas of blue enveloping all else. As it finally dawned on him, he let out a lone cry, to any who would listen.

"Welcome, Arwu. " The cloudy skies parted to reveal the visage of Gilgeesh. At once, Arwu knew that he, like the land he stood on, was formed by His hands. Arwu looked solemnly to his creator, finding the words to posit that which burns inside of him.

"My lord."

"This place is a total snorefest, bro."

Gilgeesh pondered, and nodded. "Yes, it is about time." And with that, his spectre receded back into the heavens.

"What the hell dude, not cool! You just chuck me here on this crappy island and then leave right af-"

Arwu felt a soft tug on his hind paw. Behind him were a little of kittens, sent to be under his care. Arwu smiled, nodding to the skies.

Development
tbc

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