Whisker City

This group is a Roleplay Dream in Furcadia. The dream has been running since 2010, though the population has fluctuated greatly in that time.
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Not long ago, the citizens of Whittaker City, New Mexico, lived in as perfect an urban area as one could get. Crime rates were low, the education system was fantastic, and there were plenty of opportunities for employment. It seemed as if nothing could ever go wrong, here. The key to all this success was Sci-Tec Laboratories, a well-respected company that claimed to be on the brink of a cure for cancer, and who had built a large lab and office building in the heart of Whittaker.

Nobody knew that there was much more than simple cancer research going on in the labs of Sci-Tec. Secret, smaller labs were scattered throughout the city, masked behind unremarkable doors and long alleys. Some of the brightest minds in the country were working on a highly classified government endeavor, known only as "Project C-1472." Even many of the scientists working on "C-1472" did not know what the government and Sci-Tec were trying to accomplish - and even now, all anyone knows is that something went wrong. Very wrong.

Emergency sirens pierced through the warm summer night, blaring from televisions, radios, and any public speaker in the city. Everyone had been warned that something like this could happen one day; it was one of the reasons fans of science fiction disaster stories flocked to the city. But on this night, panic encased Whittaker City. People packed up what they could, as the thumping of helicopter blades began, and small, hastily printed news briefs began to circulate. The sirens alternated with police warnings to evacuate, and by morning, the place was deserted, save for the few who locked themselves into their homes, ready to simply ride out whatever Sci-Tec had set loose. The government could not risk the safety of the nearby cities, and placed Whittaker under quarantine.

Weeks passed by. The entire city was encircled with high, razor-wire topped fences, so that nobody could legally get inside. The once-pleasant buildings were in ruins. The streets were littered with trash, and graffiti - not all of it spraypaint - adorned most of the walls. It was the work of the few who stayed behind. All of them, some going insane from the pain, had taken to the streets, as the virus, for that is what "Project C-1472" was revealed to be, took hold. First, it was their minds, then the bodies. Every remaining human was slowly, and agonizingly, mutated into Felis silvestris catus, the common domestic alley cat. After the transformation, most of them regained their sanity and came to terms with the situation. Others were not so lucky. They had lost their human memories, or even worse, were completely feral, reduced to feline instincts alone...

A dream in Furcadia for the alley cats who just don't fit in with Warriors...