smoke and fur

where claw, paw, and iron meet under a wounded sky.

a discord multi-species rp bot, a turn-of-the-century story that starts in 1915, where mountain, forest, swamp, and river meet at the tongue-stone. wolf packs, the clans of cats along the lake, and the edwardian humans pressing in at the treeline all claim a piece of the same hungry world, none of them the whole of it. the packs keep one faith, the maw, a hungry god that chews in the form of illness, injury, birth, and death and watches how any creature meets the teeth; the clans keep starclan; most humans keep neither, carrying their own faiths in from wherever they came from instead. the clans themselves are only two winters old, the twolegs keep coming with no reprieve ever in sight, the wild is shrinking, the river is fouling, and every season the teeth close a little further, on all three alike.