Wires

Life can be such a horror, I must say.

We were banished from Jamaa, forced to enter the dangerous outskirts. The "outside" of Jamaa was dark, and there was no sunlight. These buildings were wacky-shaped and I didn't know what they were or what they intended to be. The plants were withered, the clouds were as black as the night- everything was a disaster.

You may wonder who we are. We're sand cats, the animal that was coming to Jamaa. Well, we were SUPPOSED to enter Jamaa. Not many jammers knew that we existed, but we did. We left the deserts and decided to go to a new place. A she-cat named Sahara led us on the journey. She would've been the sand cat "alpha." Unlike the rest of us, she had red eyes. That was until Mira exiled us right when we came...

Us sand cats are smaller than the average wild cat. Some would mistake us for being kittens. We have small ears, short fur, short muzzles, few stripes... Our design was different than others. Sand cats had sandy fur, orange-gray stripes, green or yellow eyes and a pale underbelly and muzzle. We were a tad bit cuter than the other cats. Due to our looks, jammers began to get excited until we arrived. When we got there, everyone was swarming us- except for the cats.

They looked jealous in a way. They pushed us around, picked us up in their large jaws, smacked us with their big paws. They bullied us. Soon, we began to fight back. Sahara wasn't pleased with what was going on. She gathered us all up in Appondale, which was the closest to a desert, Sahara says. She announced that a war between the others would be held. We may have been smaller, but we were larger in population. The majority of the sand cats were hiding, not bothering to step out. I was one of the main fighters.

(THIS IS STILL WIP)