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The forest path lives with the chatter of birds and other creatures, with sunbeams breaking through the greenery, making the dark passage an ethereal beauty that anyone would love to enjoy. Unfortunately for any weary traveler, this is catboy country, and no one would be foolish enough to travel among the warring tribes.

A rustle through the bushes signals the end of the prey animals' chatter, as soon emerges a beautiful and well-sculpted member of the first of the two tribes, with long flowing hair and smooth skin. His ears poke up from his locks, twitching and tilting gently to catch any other sounds.

Stalking from the branches, another figure sits equally as beautiful but in his own right. He crouches upon a sturdy branch, his tail swishing and a purr rising up from his chest. He hops down, right in front of the first male, matching him in height and physique.

"Well, well, well... look who dragged himself out of his soft bed... I didn't think you'd actually show up, Nan."

"Ah, Mao..." Nan says, his tail swishing, his eyes getting wide, a smirk quirking on his lips. "I'm surprised you were chosen."

Mao rolls his shoulders, stretching on his tip-toes and yawning. "What, were you expecting someone else to be chosen? Nah, I've been training for this day, and you know it."

"I'm glad," Nan says, loosening up himself. "It's been a long time coming, and our kittenhood dream is about to come true."

The two saunter through the quieted path, their hands finding themselves close to one another. Soon, fingers lace as two beautiful cats walk through the sacred way and into the holy plains.

"Hunting's been pretty scarce," Mao says. "In fact, I feel a little bad taking in all that meat to bulk myself up."

"Same back at my home," Nan says. "But that'll change once I win the hunting rights."

Mao squeezes his hand. "You mean once I win the hunting rights, right?"

They stop just as their feet make it to the swaying grasses, turning to face one another, their eyes looking deep into each other.

"Is that the only reason you're here?" Nan asks.

Maybe it was, once upon a time," Mao responds, taking his first tentative steps into the sacred field.

Nan follows him, chuckling and running hands through his long, luscious locks. "Same for you, too, huh? Starting as young boys, eager for the approval of the tribes and the gods, but then realizing something you couldn't stop about yourself."

Mao smirks, stopping in the swaying waves of grain, looking up to their destination. Sitting in the middle of the sacred grove, surrounded by the holy hunting grounds teeming with prey, is the statue of the beautiful feline god. His arms are outstretched, the sculptor's skill showing off the definition of his smooth skin and the flowing beauty of his mane.

"He's beautiful," Nan says, stepping up beside Mao.

"And you've done a good job trying to imitate his look," Nan says.

"And you have his skill," Mao winks.

Nan chuckles, "Yeah, well, that's got to happen when the ritual is to be done."

"The test to see which tribe is the strongest."

"To see which of us are worthy of having the plentiful lands to ourselves."

"It's all silly,"

"Yeah, it is."

They turn toward one another. Their piercing eyes lock, and they reach over their own immodest and practical clothing, shedding one article at a time as they watch each other disrobe and prepare. The two purr at the sight of the beautiful bodies between them.

"Are you as excited as I am?" Mao asks, stepping out of his leggings.

"I've been excited ever since puberty," Nan chuckles. "I can't wait to have you for all eternity."

"Sorry, I have way too much planned in this life to make way for you in paradise. You'll have to make do with our contest today, at least until I finish my time here.

Nan shakes his head, taking steps up towards his opponent, rolling his shoulders back, puffing out his chest. "Sorry, but you're too beautiful to allow to grow old."

Mao reciprocates the gesture, their chests nearly touching each other. "Well, I'm going to have fun today, regardless. How I've longed to have you, to feel you, and to completely dominate you."

Nan growls. "The feeling's mutual, and in a few moments, under the gaze of our god, we shall begin this ritual combat. How do you feel about it?"

'I can't wait."

"Me neither."

The two turn from each other, their tails swishing the opposite direction of their hips. They look over each other's shoulders, sneaking peeks of their toned bodies, flexing their sharp-nailed hands, and stretching with long, extended nods.

"By the sight of the god," Begins Nan,

"By the right of the tribes," continues Mao,

"By our commitment to each other," Nan turns around, holding out his hand.

"I swear on this day," Mao does the same.

"By the end of this day, one of us shall belong to the other!" They both say in perfect unison.

With that affirmation, the stage is set. The calmness of the plains gives way to the flowing of wind, which blows their hair and ears. They stare each other down. The two hunch their shoulders and step with careful tip-toed steps as they look for an opening. With any match like this, one misstep, one wrong move, and the beautiful kitty boy who makes it will find himself on the receiving end of his opponent's desires. Indeed, they shall be the one who will enter paradise at the hands of their lover.

For that is the way of these tribes. One way or another that is the way these two will see the end of their love story.

The two beautiful feline fellas lunge at each other, sensing weakness in each other. However, how can that be? In the eyes of the other, the one is perfection, sculpted by generations of good breeding and years of healthy living and bodily care. The two have become the epitome of beauty and of power.