❝ Their names will never be forgotten ❞ . . . The rain was a fitting image of my thoughts. Gloomy and yet... peaceful. It reminded me of my littermates, forever gone. The thought of them pains me, but that I will ignore. The droplets are nice against my fur as I walk beside Dominic, his pace slowed to match mine. I appreciate it, because I know he could bring us where I wished to go in much shorter of a time. But this is what I wish. I want to walk here myself, and I want to think of what our dreams could have created had we accomplished them. That's an issue with kittens. They all dream too big, and yet most never succeed. We were like that once. We had big dreams of a community, of a place we could call our. But that never happened. We were foolish kittens, and things always changed. And yet, when my paws hit the soil of the overgrown manor, I remember why it was so important to us. It was much worse than when we had once dreamed of building our community here, but I still believed it could be done. Perhaps I am a fool, but I have motive. I want their names to be remembered. I want /my/ name to be remembered. The Merchantplace seemed to be an idea so far out of reach, but now I am thinking about it logically. I can succeed. I will succeed. And it will be reborn in their names. . . . ❝ May the Merchantplace be founded in their honor ❞
