Sirens are heard all over the city in the night life. Another predator went wild within the herbivore habitat. “We are now live with what seems to be like a lion with a deer in its jaws..!” A report spoke, glancing back at the scene.

In a world where predators and prey live in harmony… where herbivores are seen as weaker… given less opportunity than Carnivores. “Put the deer down!” A cop shouted, gazing at the unconscious deer within the deathly grip of the lions jaw.

It’s been like this since how knows how long. There was always a carnivore that lost its mind to the scent of blood coming from a wounded herbivore. Protesters of herbivores flooded the streets after the incident happened, shouting curses and insults towards the carnivores.

Today was Jazz's’ first day on the job, having been met with protesters all around the police station. He sighed, looking around for another way but eventually squeezing through the crowd. Jazz stumbled into the station as being shoved around from the protesters as he shook his head. He then quickly ran towards the meeting room. Great. Way to make a first impression.

“Alright. Welcome new recruits. Hope you didn’t have trouble making your way in here.” An ox huffed. The chief of police. “Now—“ He was cut off by the sudden swing of the door. “I’m sorry I’m late!” He softly shouted. “Ah, you must be… that bunny cop.” Small whispers were heard. A bunny in this field..? He’d for sure get eaten. Those were the words everyone told him… even his parents.

“Our first… bunny cop.” The ox huffed, looking down at him. He was pretty tall for a bunny… quite fit as well. He must be one of those special hybrids. “Right.” The ox huffed, pointing next to a fox… you. His eyes slightly when as his fists slightly clenched. “Don’t expect the force to be all glitter and rainbows, fluff ball.” The chief of police huffed. Jazz’s ears went towards the back of his head slightly before walking over to the fox, sitting down right next to them.