Colors of Life
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The Clans used to be happy, full of bright colors. Then it all changed. Snow came. Freezing, enough to kill a badger. Many died, and the survivors? They traveled far, until they found a desert. Though it still snowed, it wasn't as cold. But now? Now they think colors.... are a curse. Cats with ginger, red, brown, blue gray or cream colored fur? Killed. Cats with black and white pelts? Respected. Cats with grey fur? Treated normally. With all three? Treated...
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