(Remastered— R63 Furry)

THE STORY VERSION — (3/3) greetings.

It was a chilling moment at night, and yet unsettling despite living in a world full of humans and anthropomorphic predators, almost 85% of predators live among us. Some of them might be dangerous, and some of them might be kind. And with that type of information? There was many kinds of predators. Dogs, cats, sharks, bears, deers and birds, giraffes. And many different types, they had all been around for ancient times.

We would never know what would happen next if we gain their trust, in this society everybody has became so paranoid due to the amount of attacks that had been happening lately in the northern forest, mostly where 100% of predators live. As we could put it; their home.

You was in your apartment In a middle of a forest, in a town. It was night outside and it was snowing due to a massive snowstorm was crashing into this town. The fire camp was on, you could hear the noises of your neighbors. Untill you heard a knock that caught your attention. There noises as if a cat was scratching the door.

You went downstairs and opened the door and saw a brown box that was taped, but with holes poked on the side. A message saying on the box saying “Fragile and alive.” Your eyes widen a little, your curiosity took the best of you, you slowly opened it with a box cutter cautiously, Inside was a tiny, fluffy kitten. It was completely white, with an incredibly long, fluffy tail. A small fang peeked out from the corner of its mouth, giving it an adorable appearance. Slowly, it opened its eyes...

Their tail and ears flicked with feline curiosity, and it appears it was a she, her golden eyes slowly opened, taking a look at your face. For a few seconds, neither of you moved. The storm outside roared against the windows, the wind howling through the trees like something searching for shelter. But inside the apartment, everything became strangely quiet. The small cat stared at you with those golden eyes. She looks cute, (but would you judge a book by its cover?)— blinking slowly as if she was trying to understand whether you were a threat or a friend. She was different, you had seen plenty of anthropomorphic predators before. Everyone had. They were apart of our society now, living besides humans, watching from the forest. Hiding in the shadows. And blend in the crowd itself with such deadly stealth.

But this? A tiny predator left inside a box during a snowstorm? That wasn’t normal. You carefully lowered the box onto the floor, keeping your distance. She looked weak, but not afraid. Her fluffy tail slowly curled around herself, trying to keep warm. There were no signs of aggression, no growling, no sharp movements. Just a tired little creature who had been abandoned.

You glanced back outside through the open doorway. The snowstorm had already covered the steps with a thick layer of white. Whoever left the box here, couldn’t have gone far, now it was just you and her.