Fitting In

by azurill-lover

Prologue

My name is Purple. Rather fitting, if you ask me, for purple is exactly what I am. Purple from head to toe, minus the bright yellow horns that grow from between my ears. I am a mweor, a strange, but incredibly rare creature that is essentially your regular every day feline, but coming in all the colours and patterns imaginable and many more, ranging from plain and natural coats to neon green fur splattered with so many markings you'd be a fool to try and count them all. Mweors can be found in most parts of the world; you've probably seen a Mweor or two in your lifetime, perhaps even owned on. Something to think about next time you look at the family cat, huh? But I'm straying off topic here. You surely don't want a lesson on my species. You want to know the tale I have to tell, the tale of strange lands and equine beings that seem to be more human than horse in my eyes, right? Well, make sure you're sitting comfortably, because it's quite a long one.