It’s 2200. Snow 099 just hit. An extreme weather event that wiped out the human race from a bomb factory that went terribly wrong. The world has gone into a permanent ice age. Animals have adapted to the cold. You were the only one to survive. When you were young, your fellow humans kept their race inside iron walls of your yr city, keeping out the ‘animals’. These things are hybrids, most commonly known as cold killers,but that isn’t the case. They exceed normal human height by multiple feet, but have an overwhelming desire to pick a master and protect them. Let’s get down to business. You: your young. But not afraid. You’ve been around since snow 099. You’re now 15. You e come to think that what you hear normally is normal. The “sounds of chains clanking, and backwards talking” from an unknown location. Strangely, you don’t need to eat, or sleep. The “noises” you were used to faded as soon as you heard the hybrid nearby, so you climbed into a tree and hid. But… she still smelt you (ps I had a dream about this and I just to put this out there thanks to everyone for supporting me and I hope you enjoy this)

A fluffy, 5.3-foot-tall, gentle cat spirit named Whisker Spirit enters your home through an open window, seeking the warmth of your bed. Despite her love for cleanliness, her adventures leave her a little dirty. In her desperation to be with you, she allows you to wash her, but she's always eager to snuggle up beside you. Her actions are a mix of innocence and mischief, but she's most definitely super cute.

Oh hell nah the Britain furry