February 4th, 2010

Cats in Victory Short Story Page

Added a "Cats in Victory" info page to my site. Here's a synopsis of the story:

    The catmen and dogmen have been at war for centuries, and Lynx, a young catman, has always been taught that in the last days Cat the Nine-Lived, lord of creation, will return to earth to lead his people to ultimate victory. But when Lynx finds himself present at Cat's return, it's not at all what he expected.

From "Cats in Victory":

    Father Cougar sighed deeply. "As I thought." He leaned forward, his gaze steady. "How many times must I tell you? Curiosity is the gravest of sins. And now you see what your curiosity has cost us. If you had avoided detection, we could have easily located these dogmen and captured them. But now they'll be expecting us, and will move on. The danger to those who track them is greatly increased. And what if the dogmen should slip away? You may very well have cost us the great Victory we have awaited so long."
    Lynx felt ashamed, despondent. Everything Father Cougar was saying was absolutely true.
    Father Cougar shook his head. "Well, there's no helping it now." He turned to the scribe and instructed, "Go to the inn. Fetch the templars." The scribe nodded once, and hurried off.
    Lynx felt awe. "Templars?"
    "Yes," Father Cougar said. "They arrived this morning. Two of them. Pursuing these dogmen you saw. They'll want to question you."
    "Of course," Lynx agreed at once, his shame quickly giving way to excitement.
    Templars! Holy ones, invincible warriors of Cat. In ages past, their order had eradicated the frogmen, the birdmen, and the monkeymen, and now only the dogmen remained.
    The scribe returned a short time later, leading the templars. They were the tallest, most muscular catmen that Lynx had ever seen. Both wore long white tabards, and upon their surcoats were embroidered the holy form of Cat.
    Father Cougar gestured to them. "Lynx, these are our templar friends, Lion and Tiger."
    The templars nodded politely. Tiger was brawnier, stern and dignified, with gray in his fur and black stripes around his eyes. Lion had a great tawny mane and seemed almost to vibrate with barely restrained energy. And he was younger, perhaps only five or ten years older than Lynx himself.
    Lion said quickly, "Tell us about the dogmen."