{{ the wanderers }} ----- {{ the warriors of the city}} ----- {{ sign ups }}
You are a lost kittypet, lost in the big twoleg city. Your usually well-kept pelt is matted, dirty, and unkempt, and the chills of the cold night air chill you to the bone. As you walk through the empty, moonlit streets, flinching at every little sound, whether it be the whistling of the wind or the faint squeak of a stray rat. Freezing in place, you prick an ear, suddenly noticing the dozens of pairs of unblinking, amber eyes watching your every move from the shadows of alleys. Finally, a cat, specifically a city cat, emerges, stepping up to your shriveled and seeming lost figure calmly. "You seem lost, cat. Want to become one of us?"
----- {{ about us }} -----
"You must be wondering who I am, huh cat? Well, I'm Tracy, thank you very much. Oh, and don't make fun of the name." Tracy meows to you, glaring at you for a split second as you begin to giggle at Tracy's name. "So, let me explain. We city cats call ourselves, "The Wanderers." Seems fitting, as we do wander the city. We are, indeed, a close-knit society, though each of our members wander as an independent and solitary being." You stare, confused, at Tracy. "You look confused, let me explain." The tom-cat meowed, seeing that you looked confused. "Well, by that, I mean that each member of The Wanderers is infact part of a group, but we seldom group together, so basically, cats that are Wanderers seldom see each other, accept at monthly gatherings that we hold. Understand this far?" Tracy asked as he finished his sentence. You nod. "Alright then, onto the ranks.~"
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