Elemental Claws: FELIXA

PROLOGUE

A/N

Hello again, Kittens!

I'm actually hesitant to post this for lack of anyone reading it. But what the heck! I write for myself, and I enjoy what I write and whatever it is I put out there, are pieces of me, so deal.

Hokeeeey! Now that I'm done ranting (on the first chapter, no less), here is the story.

Enjoy!

pÜsa★

P.S.

Warning, grammatical errors up ahead! It didn't save the way I wrote it. I have no soft copy stash somewhere and I had a hard time reconstructing a new prologue. Sorry!

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The early bird gets the worm,
But the second mouse gets
the cheese.

~Albert Einstein

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‡ ProloguE ‡

°THE ORPHANED KITTEN°

She lives all by herself ever since she can remember.

All she has is a vague memory of her infantile years. A woman singing as she puts her to sleep. Her sweet comforting smell reminds her of roasted almonds. The gentle way she cradles her small body, wished the woman was her mother.

Living alone since she was about two years of age, no one would think she would survive, but she did.

Raised by Mother Nature herself, she never lack on food, nourishment and tender loving care. With the help from all the wild creatures living in the region and Old Nana, the oldest and wisest next to the Oracle, a Rootap, resembling a narra tree, served as her mentor, she grew up as a cheerful, energetic, and with high respects in every living and none living things.

Tortoise island has always been her home.

The island itself wasn't that big. If you walk along the beach and forest edge for less than half an hour at least, and you'll end up where you started.

But the island, is not actually an island, not really. It is what it is, a tortoise. A gigantic of a tortoise she fondly calls 'Popo', where her quaint little cottage resides, perched on a slab of land on its shell.

Located down in the south east to south west, depending on the weather, or when Popo wants to take a dip or a swim out on the salty waters of the Alpine Sea connecting to the Lufaien Ocean.

Sounds familiar? Of course not. Cause this is definitely not in Middle Earth. This, is Felinaea.

A realm where no human has gone before. A forbidden sanctuary for any form of super natural beings who wish to do evil.

The legend says, that no one whether man or beast can enter the realm if possesses a dark soul.

Home to the legendary, most vicious, dangerous and strongest werecats, the Wereclaws.

Popo was taking his nap just outside the outskirts of the south east peninsula, when she sense them. Even before she heard the flapping of wings and the loud sounds that cuts the peacefulness of the air and sea below her.