The Last of the Panthers...

There were no burning torches, shrouded hoods, or other things common to a human meeting dipped in secrecy and scheming. It did take place in the woods on the edge of a swamp far from the streetlights of the nearest urban area. The head of the order sat beneath an ancient cypress tree whose branches strove to keep the darkness intact. The panthers were slowly gathering for the yearly meeting. When all the elders were gathered, a roar went up from the leader and there was silence.

"My brothers, fellow felines, listen to the words of a declining race. Our children are disappearing from these shores that this beast called man is slowly destroying with his concrete streets and endless houses that all look the same." Here he was interrupted by a roar of approval from the other elders. He waited patiently till the silence returned before continuing "With our land decreasing we face a population crises. We cannot find land to continue living our lifestyles as we have for thousands of years. Our sons and daughters are growing tired of this life. They are listless and bored. Their interest in furthering the race is all but extinct. That is the reason we are gathered here. Our lifestyle is the one that the allmighty has shown to be the right one. Therefore today I encourage you to go back out in your territory and take back what is meant to be ours. This land was made for us. Don't let these immigrants, these non-natives pave our forests just to build their Starbucks, their malls, and these damn convenience stores. Tear the flesh that intrudes on your land. Then I call on the females, the mothers and those who are yet to be mothers to increase their bearing of children. Our race must continue. Thank you goodnight." The roars of agreement echoed through the forest and somewhere nearby at a campsite, two stoned hippies were shaking in their sleeping bags.