the anthem of success

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"And you thought I was one of them." The thought seemed entertaining to the she-cat. She smirked; whiskers twitching with the slightest sign of pleasure. It wasn't as though she was truly taking glee from this sickness she did not understand, just so much as she saw it as a compliment to herself. Her vanity was too strong to see it as anything else. Plus, well, it was quite funny.

She was only flesh and bone, like the rest of the creatures bound to this mortal world - but compared to this belly crawling flea-bags, she might have been a goddess. She could scale up mountain peaks, leap canyons of fifty feet in a single flight, drag an adult buck up a tree, and beyond that, her lifspan was twice that of an average wild dog. They were lucky if they hit eight or nine, she had the chance to live to to see twenty. Though she was four now, this was still considered the youthful stage of her life. She'd only been away from her mother's side for about two years now - the old cat having died and left her the family mountain range.

That was her inheritance from her mother.

"Well darling," she murmured, "The whole da-- world is unstable. But at least your kind is thriving amdist the chaos." Like rats in a garbage bin. "