Story

There once was a white cat that grew up in a family of white cats. But this white cat, he was different, because he had a black stripe right down his back, kind of like an inverted skunk. He was cunning, lazy and aloof, plus he always enjoyed a good fight. These traits were like no one else in his family, and eventually he struck out on his own.

At first, he found a group of black cats who accepted him as one of their own. They too enjoyed a good fight, and though they lacked the white cat's cunning, they appreciated it all the same. But these black cats, they were vicious cats and lived a hard life. Slowly, the white cat extricated himself from their lives, feeling as if that was not the life he wanted, and the black cats one day disappeared.

So this white cat with the black stripe, looked for another group of cats to hang out with. He found another group of white cats led by several larger cats, and at first, this cat thought he had found a place. However, these cats began abusing him, and he fought back with an unexpected ferocity. The larger cats, interested in maintaining the status quo, informed this newcomer that if he continued to fight, he would be turned away. Not knowing any better, he bowed his head submissively and accepted the punishment until the day he became free.

Several years later, this white cat with the black stripe still can't find a place to call home or a group to call his own. In that time, he tried being alone, but realized he needed other cats. He tried hundreds of different things, but none worked. He still wanders, seeking a place to belong.

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I hate that story.