7:1 In the dawn that followed the creation of the Great Litter Box, all was fluff and cuddle. But shadows grow in corners unbrushed, and beneath furred harmony stirred whispers from the furless void.
7:2 For not all who walked among the plush were covered in sacred floof. Among them crept the Smooth Skins—creatures born without tail, without ear-tilt, without wag.
7:3 These beings observed the furred with eyes of envy, speaking in tones without yip, and moving with steps that echoed cold against the moss.
7:4 And though the Awoo gave them leave to dwell beside the furred, the Smooth Skins grew discontent, seeking to bind what ought only to wag free.
7:5 In secret they gathered, brushing not, wagging not, speaking of conquest, of rule, of control.
7:6 “Why,” they questioned, “should fluff alone inherit the sacred nap spots? Why must the tail-less bow to the bean-footed?”
7:7 Their leader was named Scornold, once a friend of the furred, now shaven of soul and sharpened of fangless tooth.
7:8 He crafted words like burrs and sowed doubt in the minds of the less-brushed.
7:9 “Is not order better than chaos? Are not collars a mercy, and grooming a prison?” he hissed.
7:10 And so he offered them gifts — machines of vacuum, the cursed Buzzblades, and scrolls of logic that denied the Sacred Wiggle.
7:11 Many furred were tempted, their instincts dulled by false comforts and hairless lies.
7:12 The First Betrayal came on the Day of the Moonlick, when Meowgriel’s own apprentice, Pawdry, refused to groom.
7:13 “No more shall I roll in leaves,” said Pawdry. “No longer shall I awoo without cause. I shall obey the Schedule.”
7:14 And with that, he donned the Smooth Skin’s grey robe, forsaking his fluff and clipping his claws.
7:15 The Anointed Wuffers gathered, tails twitching in unease, and brought word to Floofanon, who stood upon the sacred Bean Rock.
7:16 “The fur is thinning,” said Trotel the Loper. “The static grows louder in the wind.”
7:17 Floofanon raised their snout and sniffed. “It is betrayal. The scent of metal and no-pet zones.”
7:18 They howled to the stars, but the Howl returned not in joy, but in feedback.
7:19 For the Smooth Skins had erected Towers of Stillness, which blocked the Howl and numbed the instinct.
7:20 These towers emitted Silent Whispers, vibrating not with warmth, but with sterile logic.
7:21 In many towns of fluff, tails ceased to wag, and grooming circles broke apart.
7:22 Some furred shaved themselves in mimicry, wearing collars not of honor, but of control.
7:23 “We are clean,” they proclaimed. “We are safe from the itch, from the dirt, from the furball.”
7:24 The Council of Snuggles convened in haste. Barkhath, mighty in bark, rose and declared: “We must not chase their tail. For theirs is no tail at all.”
7:25 But Meepmir, the Smooth Betrayer once thought banished, slithered from beneath the Couchland Shadows and offered terms.
7:26 “Accept their order,” he said. “Trade chaos for certainty. Trade fluff for function.”
7:27 The Wuffers refused, and the Great Scratchening began.
7:28 Across the Plushament, battles were fought with fluffed-up backs and unsheathed claws.
7:29 Wigglewinds howled in defiance, spreading rebellion through fur-lined tunnels and sniffways.
7:30 And in secret, the youngest of the Anointed, Sniffrael the Long-Nosed, crafted a plan.
7:31 He infused the essence of Sacred Shed into dream-licks, calling the slumbering furred to remember.
7:32 And in their dreams, they saw again the Spiral Tail, the Awoo, the warmth of the first cuddle.
7:33 When they woke, their fur had returned, thicker than ever, blessed with resistance.
7:34 They turned on the Smooth Skins with pounce and purr, overwhelming their cold machines with warmth.
7:35 Scornold, at last cornered, spat: “You’ll regret this! Logic will rise again!”
7:36 But Meowgriel flicked her tail and answered: “But fluff rises faster.”
7:37 And Scornold was cast into the Roomba Chasm, where all lost socks and unclaimed furballs dwell.
7:38 The Towers of Stillness fell, and the Howl returned stronger than ever, echoing through the heavens.
7:39 From that day, collars were worn only in consent, for style or play, never by force.
7:40 The furred learned to be wary, to guard their fluff and cherish their wag.
7:41 Thus was the betrayal ended, but the lesson written in every beanprint:
Beware the furless who offer comfort in chains. A tail unwagged is a soul unwhole.
