New Landsby Charles Fort
There are many books that tell of sightings of ghosts, aliens, and strange animals. But Charles Fort's "New Lands" is perhaps the only book in which whole continents, geographies, and, indeed, planetary systems themselves are seen in the same uncertain twilight of perception.
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Prologue <p> On one side of the fence, an unaware shecat bathed her four kits. The runt, a beautiful female with black and white spotted hind quarters which slowly grew to a light grey when it reached her ears where as her head was a shade of orange which turned white at the bottom and she head a bright orange spot in her forehead, had been pushed away. She was very small and had been born nearly five hours after the other three. The other three were a tuxedo tom, a white shekit, and a black tabby tom with a red tail tip. <p> But on the other side, a group of five cats and two kits sat taking turns peeking through a small hole. <br> "We need to take the runt. The mother won't do anything about it." Said a scarred, black tom. <br> "I say we take the tabby. He is the strongest." Said a sleek, red shecat with a white underbelly. <br> "I agree with Shado. We need to take the runt." Said another tom, a light grey tabby with a white underbelly. <br> The two kits, a black shecat with green eyes and a brown tabby tom with yellow eyes, spoke up. "Lets take the white shekit." <br> "Nobody asked you two." Snapped the red shecat. <br> "I say we take the tuxedo tom." Said a ginger colored shecat with a white underbelly. <br> "We'll take the runt." Said a large, orange tabby tom with blue eyes and black rings around his eyes. "She would do just fine." <br> "It is decided," said Shado, the black one. "But who will retreive her?" He asked. <br> "I will," the red shecat spoke up. <p> She climbed the fence and lept down, circling the shecat. The shecat made a surprised squeak sound and ran to a bush, leaving all of the kits. <br> "Just as I expected," the red shecat said. She snatched up the kit. "You look like a setting sun." She said. After a moment, she had come up with a name. "I will call you Dusk." <p> (What do you think? It's a bit short, but prolouges are never a kabajilion (is that even a real number? Lol) pages long. It will be very different from what you usually see.)
The young ocelot announces,"I have to go. I'll be back tomorrow."
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A small exhale comes from result 15.