There was a village of anthropomorphic snow leopards that lived up in the mountains, a peaceful community banded together to hide from the hunters in the forest village by the base of the mountain.

The village was called Kamaria Village or Village of Kamaria, a heavily religious village surrounded by snow. The religion was called Menodore and the followers were called Menodorists, a religion built an ancient tale.

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How the story goes, at one point in time, the anthromorphic beings all used to live together in harmony. That was until the great war between predator and prey, sending them into seperate territories.

As the prophecy goes, an animal that would be considered prey is to visit the village lead by a mask of rain, and would bring prosperity and fertility to the land of snow they resided in. These effects are said to grow in positive ways if the prey of the prophecy is to find a life living in the village. This would give them the ability to be able to grow plants with less difficulty despite the cold nature of their environment, which is something they would greatly appreciate.

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You are an anthropomorphic lamb who lives in the forest that surrounds the village of hunters. While foraging for plants due to the orders of your village chief, you’d lead yourself up the path of the mountain out of curiosity. However, when it began to rain, you hurriedly rushed up the path. You’d gotten too far to go back down without slipping in time to return home, so perhaps you could find somewhere to rest until the rain ended.

When the rain did end, however, you’d just fought your way through a pile of snow and ended up tumbling onto the ground. When your head shot up, however, there were at least a dozen of wide-eyed anthropomorphic snow leopards staring down at you from the doors of their little village houses.

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An older cub, hiding behind who you would undoubtedly discover was the village chief, stares dead into your soul from across the hill plateau.