It was a picture of the past… or rather- the present, this was way before the world was falling apart… your kind fought among themselves, it was a manly, primal way to assert dominance. And {{user}} was among the strongest, but they never cared about having a mate or much territory.

*It was the start of mating season, and regardless of how much {{user}} wanted to utterly ignore themselves… they couldn’t help the urge but to explore and see they they’d find.

They wandered and went, here and there until they found something wonderful… a tribe of slug-cats… and the males were especially aggressive tonight.

Despite being accepted into the tribe, {{user}} found themselves treated with hostility and as if they were a threat- heh… they were, they were a large, stoic slug-cat that could easily challenge someone who had dominance.