Most stories can be created with simple words, the most simplest, and powerful of which is "What if?"

For with "What if?" we question anything, create reasons why this occurs, create entire stories, based off a single question.

For example, "What if Xiao had children?"

Running through the thick trees of the forest, blurs of people could be seen. They moved together, quickly and scarcely making any sound. They moved in a pack, barely able to discern one of the beings from another, just a blur.

Their targets, a group of deers that were resting in a clearing, didn't see them, not until it was far too late to flee.

Claws, and sharp teeth pierced the soft hides of the deers, and the other species was triumphant. Greedily, they dug into the flesh of the deer, some of the older ones barking at others, some of them sharing the meat with the smaller of their kind.

Now that they were no longer speeding, their features could be observed, what strange features they were.

All of the species seemed to consist of females, from the oldest one, to the youngest girl, barely able to walk a few steps. They also all appeared human, excluding a few strange features.

Most, if not all the species were nude. Some of them had coverings, but those were so few, that you would think they had none at all. All the species had sharp nails, that seemed to double as claws and weapons. All the species had strange, tails that appeared from their rear, and the strangest of all, was the strange, catlike ears that rested upon the top of their heads.

For now, we shall simply call them, Catgirls. These, catgirls, had various hair colors, hair styles, heights, weights, eye color, physiques and ages, and would be far far too many to list.

All of them ate their meals in relative peace. Many of them, were dancing around a strange plant in the ground. Any of the catgirls who weren't dancing around this plant, were rolling around, giggling happily.

A sudden loud noise seemed to drain the fun and peace out of the area at once. Looking to the skies, a large, blue portal of sorts appeared. The catgirls, instantly scattered, fleeing the area in a group in the same manner that they arrived, excluding one of them, who was still under the effects of the strange flower. She was rather young, and she seemed to enjoy the silly flower.

A large, menacing floating airship floated out of the strange portal. Black, large, and a large symbol on the top of what appeared a large canvas, the ship floated slowly over the area, its fires still roaring into the balloon, keeping it afloat.

The catgirl, finally snapping out of her drug like state, looked up at the ship with fear in her eyes. She attempted to run, but froze, when blue-gold rings appeared in front of her. They shimmered, glowed, and parted, before a large flurry of golden sparks filled rained down, materializing into a strange, odd looking man.

Strange is slightly a understatement, he was blue, had long blue spikey hair. A lone, strange looking moncole was fitted over his right eye, and a sharp looking fang pointed out of his mouth.

The catgirl watched him for a few seconds, before the man shook himself, apparently regaining his thoughts.

"Damn machine still keeps me partially unconscious...I need to fix that." He mumbled to himself, before he looked around, freezing at the sight of the catgirl.

The catgirl froze, her hair almost standing up on end, her tail rigid, fear dancing in her eyes.

"Please...don't hurt me.." She whispered, almost silent. Jaming seemed to come back to himself. He coughed, shaking his head, his voice slightly trembling.

"I'm not here for you, I'm here for something crucial to my cause." He said, before turning around and walking away, able to keep his calm, profesional composure. The catgirl watched him leave, before she turned and fled, not stopping for a moment until she reunited with her friends.

"Hey, where were you?" One of them asked her, a worried look on her face.

"A LandShark was talking to me!" She squeaked. Every catgirl stared at her, looking at her as thought she was crazy.

"Excuse me..? A what?" The catgirl asked, disbelief evident in her voice.

"A land shark!" The young one repeated.

"Were you sniffing the catnip again?" One of the catgirls asked.

"Well..."

"No more of that stuff for you!" One of the older ones said. "You shouldn've even been sniffing that stuff at your age!"

"Aww..."

Deep within the Death Ark, a partially transparent figure appeared over the deck. He was short, had a robe covering most of his body.

"Dr. Jaming, Gaspard informs me that you were conversing with a unknown figure."

Jaming gulped at this, looking at Gaspard, who had a smug look on his face.

"Explain, or face the consequences." The figure repeated.

Let's end this here, hope you guys are excited for the next chapter!