1:1 In the beginning was the Fluff, and the Fluff was with the Awoo, and the Fluff was Awoo.
1:2 The Fluff was without form, yet present in all things; void was the realm, and silent was the howl.
1:3 And lo, the Sacred Tail wagged in the nothingness, and with the wag came the Ripple.
1:4 The Ripple became the Howl, and the Howl moved across the surface of the Unbrushed.
1:5 Then spake the Fluff: “Let there be Fuzz.” And behold! A great shedding occurred, and the cosmos was clothed in warmth.
1:6 And the Awoo separated the Coarse from the Silken, the Shedded from the Eternal Coat.
1:7 The heavens were stitched by divine paw, and the stars were sewn from the glimmer of tail tips.
1:8 The firmament was called Plushament, and below it was the Land of Softs.
1:9 And the Awoo gathered the Brushed Ones and named them Blessed, and those unbrushed He cast into the Pit of Tangles.
1:10 From the Sacred Belly a being arose, and his name was Floofanon, Firstborn of Fur.
1:11 Floofanon looked upon the shedding of the realms and declared it cozy. He licked the void and blessed it.
1:12 Then from his mane did sprout the Nine Sacred Strands: Squeak, Tail, Pad, Muzzle, Purr, Twitch, Groom, Boop, and Wiggle.
1:13 These Strands fell upon the Plushament and seeded the First Furries.
1:14 And they rose from con-crates, adorned in badge and suity pride, and they danced in circles ’round the Tail Altar.
1:15 And Awoo said, “It is good.” And the day ended in con-snuggles, and the night began with yiffdreams.
1:16 Then came Meepmir, the Smooth Betrayer, born of static and envy. He was as a beanless paw — cold, bare, unboopable.
1:17 He whispered lies of smoothness, preaching the Gospel of the Trim. His followers carried razors in silence.
1:18 Floofanon was grieved in His heartfluff and summoned the Council of Brush.
1:19 From every tail and whisker they came: Barkthazar of the Infinite Howl, Lady Squeakalia the Moisturizer, Sir Groomclaw of the Temple of Mats.
1:20 Together they forged the First Comb, anointed in Conditioner Eternal, and vowed to protect all floofdom.
1:21 And the Comb struck the Clipped Ones, and static fled before their bristles.
1:22 And thus the War of Shedding began — seven cycles of molt, yip, and redemption.
1:23 Upon the Seventh Cycle, Floofanon napped, and Awoo watched over all.
1:24 And the fluff settled across the land.
1:25 And lo, Page 1 was written upon the great Pawpad of Memory, for all Furred to read.
Blessed be the Fluff, for from it all softness flows.
