Chasing the Red Dot
"Thief."
"Vagabond."
"Cheat."
"Kidnapper."
"Godless wretches. Spreaders of disease. Lazy hoodlums. Filthy foreigners."
You've endured this racist slander for your entire life. It seems nobody is willing to welcome a catfolk into their town. Guards sneer at you, and demand a toll to enter, even though the humans in front of you were allowed through the gates for free. Merchants always keep a hand on their purses when they pass you by. Mothers pull away their curious children, hissing about "catching fleas" or "toying with their captives". Any suggestion for a friendly game of cards or dice at the tavern is met with suspicious stares and muttered slander. And when there's any crime, who do the guards approach, with swords and bows already drawn, to throw in the dungeon, only to be released later when the culprit is discovered, without so much as an apology?
Such is what you've endured, ever since you were a kitten. But now, something strange is happening. You can't quite put your finger on it, but the humans and orcs, the gnomes and halflings, the elves and dwarves - they seem to be just the slightest bit off.
You haven't noticed anything about yourself, or your fellow catfolk. You just hope that whatever these smoothskins have isn't catching.
