The shrill call of a passing warm wind shuffled the wood shingles on the shack. A sweet scent drifted through holes in the shoddy roof. Home of Ritu and Kink, Shamans of the Deep Slough. Though it's best we call them Shamans.
"Ouch! Stupid jetta root. Burned myself on the edge of the pot. It smells stinky! Oh, alright." the loud complaining of Kink, a gray female with a sparkly green eye, the right eye was completely white, rolled back in a birth defect. Most cats born with defects were cast out from the cat pods, the large groups of cats in the highlands. There was the Pod of White Marble, Black Root Pod and Volcano Claws Pod. Kink used to belong to Volcano Claws.
"Cut the piper leaf, quick. The stems ooze sticky juice, and it's hard to get out of cat fur." Ritu was Kink's mentor, a chocolate pelted female with a sleek body, yellow eyes, a tail that dragged on the ground and ripped up ears. "Kink, put the piper leaf juice in this barrel here. Add a little vulcasberry seed if you picked some when you went to the Claska River. I doubt you did. You're so irresponsible."
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Cats of the Highland
FantasyThe Shamans of the Deep Slough, Ritu and Kink, must care for the cats of the three pods. But the demand for health care from two of the pods is so overwhelming, the last pod might just disappear.
