War Born parrt 1

 In a world where humans do not exist there are the Felidae and the Canidid. They are races of cats and dogs that walk on two feet. They are unique to themselves and are at war with each other. No one remembers why the war started anymore. It had been too long ago for that to be recalled. Diplomacy was forgotten long ago and so now it is a matter of extinction. Whichever race wins this war will wipe out the other. This story though follows the helpless Felidae thief and what happens to him when war comes to his home town.

 Isil is a young and unique child. He is on his own anymore and so he learnt to steal and cheat. At only 14 he is an expert at card counting. His pointed fur and thin figure let him stand out among the more normal browns and oranges of his own kind. His face, ears, and tail a nice grey where his base fur is as white as the snow. His blue eyes looked about always checking for cops. He had to always be cautious anymore.  His thin tail swished side to side his fur was short and soft. He tended to pride himself in not fighting. He was mostly meant to talk his way out of a situation.

 Today was like any other as he walked in to the local gambling house. He sat at a table where a simple card game was going. The point of the game was to match the dealer’s card with your own. Three decks were used in this game. This was a game that he never lost at anymore. He just had to be careful not to win in large amounts. If he won small no one cared that he cheated in the game. This was his every day place of stay and he lived in the attic. Of course no one knew about that so he tended to keep that part to himself. He kept quiet as he played the game winning small amounts never going to win large. After an hour he ordered a drink for himself beer to be exact. He was technically under aged but in this time of war no one cared anymore.

 He was as calm as he could be as he sipped his beer. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a muscular male with grey fur and what looked to be a fluffy tail. When he saw the male turn to the side he noticed the long muzzle and lighter grey coloring of it. This male was a Canidid. Not many of the Candid dared to show their faces in a Felidae town. Isil got up from his seat and walked over to the Candid.

 “What brings one of your kind to this place?” Isil asked as he looked at the Candid taking in the clothes he wore and how he acted.

 “Is it a crime for me to be here?” The Candid retorted somewhat coldly. His yellow eyes bright and glaring at Isil daring him to make him leave.

 “It’s not a crime but you don’t belong here isn’t that obvious.” Isil said as he looked at him.

 The Candid chuckled at that. His underside and muzzle was all the same light grey unlike the dark grey of the rest of his fur. He wasn’t going to argue with the kid but he also wasn’t going to leave. He looked to be an adult but in truth was only around 16. He was completely relaxed and calm. He was happy to be talking with someone even if it was a more serious conversation. He didn’t mind that. He was smirking slightly as he looked down his muzzle at the smaller male.

 “You are nothing that matters at all. You are just a Felidae and one that doesn’t seem to be much of anything anyway just a kitten who lost their way.” The candid teased Isil slightly as he looked at him.