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Outraged, Fat Kitler stirred from his Great Slumber, his tail sweeping like a storm. With one mighty sweep of his paw, he cast the Marked Ones and Dishonored Ones to the Barren Scratching Post, a bleak land where no fur could grow, their tattoos faded to nothing, and their canine companions fled in disgrace.
To the Pawple, Fat Kitler revealed a vision of Purr Fields, a radiant paradise of soft cushions, flowing rivers of cream, and warm sunbeams, where felines alone dwell in eternal peace. Yet Purr Fields could only be attained through a life of purity—free of ink, steadfast in feline honor, and true to the Code of the Claw.
The Eternal Grooming
His divine work complete, Fat Kitler ascended to the Cosmic Catnip Fields, where he watches over the Pawple from a throne of shimmering clouds. His presence lingers in every ray of light, every rustle of leaves, and every graceful leap. The Pawple honor him through the Eternal Grooming, a daily ritual of tending their fur to keep it pure, and by upholding feline honor, rejecting tattoos and ties with the stinky canines that roam the streets as signs of their devotion.
Each year, on the Day of the Great Yawn, the Pawple gather to celebrate Fat Kitler’s sacred origin. They share feasts of fish and cream, rest in joyful unity, and recount the tale of the Eternal Purr. Priests, known as Fluff Wardens, bless the faithful with a gentle touch of a paw-shaped scepter and remind them to guard their feline honor, retelling the fall of the Dishonored Ones as a warning to all.