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the cat thought to himself my people are here he laughed softly and happily Midngiht i thought i would never find another cat again he laughed with joy and bliss. Anger slowly crept to him though and then the feds just blast the home again!

@NyantaStarhunt
 
@Coriolanus  
Amy: “well they have taken the planet from me, not from them, new scandia and the surroundings are theirs… but as i am not the ACTUAL finder it seems, they’ll have to acknowledge Nyanta’s cousins as the true first colonists, meaning that any expansion not made before we knew of their presence, now needs to be cleared with them, in addition to fees for using the planet. with the history the cats have had, the federation would not want the ensuing shitstorm if they try to take more from them. the feds have military power, but politically it would be suicide to use it here like that. however, if they are anything like nyanta, we may not need to make big promises, we can guarantee their safety, and those among them that thirst for exploring will come by themselves.”
 
she looks at the door nyanta had just vacated.
 
“i realize it has been a long time since you had to deal with people that listen more to their heart than their brain, but you should apologize to nyanta, even i could tell you were going a bit far with the implication they can’t live here. the equator is so ridiculously lush i am half tempted to call this a paradise world.”

@Coriolanus  
@NyantaStarhunt  
(Absoloot bbebies. Gonna snugg ’em all yes-yes!!!)
 
@Coriolanus  
(Where r we tho)

@Coriolanus
 
@EclecticInspiration  
(alos if i may ask when we actuaslly meet them can you leave the race building to me. I have spent literal years making my catfolk. Not that i hate your world building!

@EclecticInspiration  
(Nyanta found his ppl, they might get recruited)

(>.> i wuz gone. Whut happen)

@NyantaStarhunt @Cerebrate  
%^{“Maaaaybe shouldn’t’ve been evoking Ian McDiarmid just then…”}%  
“But, we know how the feds can be. I’ll leave on that note.” He then dissolves back into the floor.

@Coriolanus  
You are creepy and starting to get on my nerves….But i will think about what you said.
 
he turns to amy let me know when you want to leave. My people evolved growing up in the winter worlds…. And next time choose your words carefully.  
he glares before leaving

@NyantaStarhunt  
“Well, wouldn’t you like to see for yourself if your people are truly thriving here… or merely surviving? You said it yourself, your kind is fractured, in diaspora, and we haven’t seen any of them during our time here on Borea… What’s it going to be?”
 
“Adaptation, to a more thriving garden world, or struggle and slow extinction?”
 
“I’m certain they can adapt to balmier climates, and if they can’t, we’ve the means to adapt them genetically… The power is in your hands now to restore your kind back into prominence. Don’t squander it by holding firmly to tradition. Through us, can you secure the restoration of your kind, saving them, from certain death.’’ ^:3^

@Coriolanus  
BEcause they are snow leopards. They already lived in snow

@NyantaStarhunt  
“Every mammal, naturally thrives in just the right environment… Your clan had to take whatever planet their ships stumbled on. This planet’s climates are awfully harsh, too… What we can offer is giving them the option for exodus to a much better world, in exchange for them working for us.”
 
“Tell me, would they prefer living a planet dominated by vast oceans, or, perhaps one carpeted by expansive jungles?”

@Coriolanus  
he thinks it is possible that they will but the Yig Mirina and could be stubborn. This is their world now. Our planet was utterly ripped of life.

@Cerebrate  
His lower half still melted, trying to reconstitute the floor into a shark’s face and upper torso;
 
“I wanna be a part of the conversation.” ^%D:%
 
Takes a “step” out of the floor as if it were a deep puddle, forming digitigrade legs, a finned tail, then a suit covering his whole body, topping it off with a pair of black sunglasses, despite being indoors… “Barely anyone else uses the smart-materials onboard anyways, and I also wanted to meet the pathfinder ‘in person’ too, in a manner of speaking.”
 
 
@NyantaStarhunt  
“I can’t help it…” 😔
 
“So, eh, about this clan… since we’re going to be lacking crew on the next expedition, you think they might be interested in signing on? We could use a crew that’s ‘off the books’ too, as it were.”

@Cerebrate  
ignoring the floor man for a second
 
If I may say ma’am. My planet was engulfed in heavy war…a race known as the Khaz (my friends race…I have mapped out literally EVRYTHING about nyanta and his race) invaded our homeworld for resources. Most if not all cats blind jumped. I havnt seen another catfolk in years.
 
 
@Coriolanus  
You are creepy

@Coriolanus  
AMY: “OI, what are you doing with my floor?”

@Coriolanus
 
@NyantaStarhunt  
Amy: “that would mean the blind jumped to get here.”

@NyantaStarhunt  
“Scusi for a sec…”
 
Without warning, or any sound,
 
a vacant floorspace in the nav room;  

@Coriolanus  
If they sre nomads then they are the Yig mirina clan of the north…. we catfolk don’t hsve a true home….it was stolen from us

@NyantaStarhunt  
From the stationary: “Sounds like this planet’s been visited before us… my own first suspicion was pirates looking to hide out here, then that suspicion was surmounted by big game hunters, then finally perhaps a travelling clan, similar to that of your own kindred, Mr. Starhunt. Still, who they’re precisely is left for debate of course, until they’re either found, or reveal themselves.”

the cat laughs with excitment IXWAS RIGHT!
 
he find on the datapad as well a drawing of one of those squid things yes yes
 
(Close enough to what I had in mind lol

@NyantaStarhunt  
The datapad’s narrative then shifts over to one person in a large group, who seemed to’ve tracked down and killed the journal’s author at some recent point, mistaking whoever that was for a roving crustacean beast… The takeover-narrator then expounds how his clan realize what they’ve done and stumbled on, after extracting the lifelog from neural-jacks they’d noticed on the giant shrimp… these people, whoever they are, seem to fit more into Nyanta’s suspicion of hunter-gatherers.
 
Memos are found on herding routes, predator stalking habits, the flora throughout the seasons… In a few places, the narrator describes the traits of his comrades; sometimes the descriptions are heartfelt and smitten-filled for someone in the group they hold dear… other times, the descriptions come from times members of their group had been injured during a hunt.
 
All these traits put together make these hunter-gatherers fit the description of cats, specifically; snow leopards.
 
Near the end of the datapad’s logs, a photo is found of at least two of the group;  

shit this datapad might or might not be useless to me. But i am still interested in the mountain theory  
(Sorry if that came off rude. But nyanta did have a plan for that data pad excellent well written story tho)

@NyantaStarhunt  
The datapad seems to divulge a spacefaring explorer-survivalist’s lifelog on trekking across Borea…

@Coriolanus  
)he jumps at the sudden activation and meows_ hey!
 
he meows and takes teh datapad meowing happily and getting to work exploring it

%[ link ]%  

 
@Cerebrate @NyantaStarhunt  
Once messaged, then further inquired on the datapad,
 
within the Eriksson’s navigation room, a stationary next to Nyanta chimes to life by itself… An assembler built into the stationary then quickly presses out a pristine and intact facsimile of the recovered datapad with it’s original contents unencrypted, compiled, and ready for browsing.