IC: Scratch moved slilently through the forest, with two steef following close behind him. He was starving. He hadn't eaten for days. Scratch had remembered a time before this. His village had plenty of food. They had lived at peace with the land. But now... Now they had nothing ever since the war.
Two days before, Scratch had tried to lead his village against nearby Flub Fuels. They had come so close to winning the battle... Until the largest sligs that Scratch had ever seen came out of nowhere. They were too large and the steef army couldn't ram them down. They tried to fight back for what seemed like forever. Then the village's leader, who was also Scratch's grandfather, got one bullet too many. "Scratch, you must retreat. We are fighting a losing battle." He had told Scratch. "Gather the rest of the village, pack up your belongings and travel untill you find the best place to settle again. Make sure that its far away from the industrialists. It's too late for me now..."
Sratch had gone ahead of the rest of the village, who were marching away from their old home, in search of a new settlement. Scratch had promised that he would find some food for them, and he would keep his promise.
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