Humanity...
Truly a nostalgic word.
The orange cat gracefully strolled through the forest, paying no heed to the fearful eyes hiding in the shadows.
Unlike the other three Beast Kings, it had no tribe, no family.
It was always a lone cat, unrestrained and carefree, wandering through the mountains all day.
Its fame was also accumulated in this manner.
*Was it lonely? Indeed, a bit.*
*Otherwise, it wouldn't have a friend like the monkey.*
*Even after all these years, it occasionally still thought of its former owner.*
*A surge of regret rose in its heart.*
*If it hadn't left home in a fit of pique back then...*
*If it hadn't taken that nap and returned earlier...*
*She might not have died, wouldn't have been taken by those people...*
*She was already struggling with mobility, even her parents abandoned her, leaving her with nothing but it...*
*In the past, when it first opened its eyes, it was abandoned and wandered the streets.*
It was her who protected it.
