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Tis the day after the 17th of June of the year 2005, and this is the true account of what my friends and I endured.

We spent 2 days of nothing but hard won battles and endless searching on the Trails of Ryatt. Our journey began at the top with a wookie who wanted nothing but the foul creature gone from his forrest. At the beginning of our journey, our trials were endured in solitude, but as we journeyed deeper into the trails we found the company of each other more that mutual friendship... it was a common goal and journey that bound us together for support. We had fought side by side on the canopy's of the tree tops, and deeper into the forrest on the branches of the giant trees that seem to hold life itself on its branches. My tale is not about the daylight that we shared together, but of the darkness of the Shadowlands.

We arrived at the Shadowlands in the dark of night and noticed the foul smell of death and decay filled our very breaths. The once casual chatter among us was immediatly quieted as we noticed the tracks of foul demons in the area. We left our last spoken words with the trail guide as we spoke with nothing but silent hand signals andwhistles of the forrest to our pets. We each whispered quietly for our pets to come forth and be by our sides. My 1200lb gurreck by my side and another cat of mammoth porportion by my friends we quietly slipped into the ever darkening forrest. Past the Gotal Hunters, Droidekas, and battle droids me moved undetected. It was far down the trail when we had found what we had been searching for. The Mynistinger was a foul beast that the wookie had wanted us to hunt. The area was thick with them. We did some scouting around the area and picked our place of battle. It was here that we would make our stand. With a quik flik of the hand, my four legged friend was signaled to engage the first demon. It was not withouta hard fight that he went down, but we perservered through the first beast and 17 more of them before we got a message thru flight of bird that the wookie wanted to speak with us. With careful steps we made our way back up to the wookie at the head of the gate. He congratulated us and asked us for one last favor. The Katarn.

We had seen this creature on our last adventure down in the Shadowlands and was not sure if we had the fight in us tonite. We pitched camp at the head of the trail and turned in for the nite. Morning came without sun and without warning. We stoked the fire in camp and talked of the day ahead of us. The decision was made and we tied a message to 1 each of our birds and sent them out to look for our friends. Within the hour the call had been answered. A fellow CH had answered the call and came to us battle ready. Once again the last spoken words were "Thanks Brother" and we headed down the trail.

The quarry we sought was found deep in the forrest. He was sorrounded by beasts of his kind and they were standing a tight sentry around him. We had 2 1/2 tons of cats on our side to even the odds, but the outcome still looked uncertain. Once again we picked our place of battle and engaged the Katarn. Our cats went into battle Emboldened and were fighting hard. My colleagues and I dizzied, stunned, intimidated, blinded, and knocked down our prey, but still he continued to get back up. My cat was takin a terrible beating and was beginning to show signs of tiring, as were the other cats. I looked to my friend who was intently in battle and realized that I would make the sacrafice for our company. I gave my cat the silent code, he looked back deep into my eyes, and I knew then that he was a companion that would never fail. ENRAGED! My cat buried his claws and teeth deep into the back of the Katarn and would not let go. My brothers saw the sacrafice and would not let me go down alone. The silence was then broken amongst us. With a might /yell ENRAGE, they too were callin on their pets to make the demand also. Without waiver they too answered the call of their Masters. The Katarn was takin might blows and was falling fast, but not without a fight. My cat fell to his side along with another cat next to him. The CH that answered our call this morning stillhad fight left in him. With a last act of desperation he too called upon the fury of his cat to help us. The last thing the Katarn ever saw was a 1200Lb cat on his back fightin with the fierceness of all ages.

The Katarn was dead, our cats revived, and our adventures recorded in the history of time. It was a good hunt for my companions and I. It was myself, Atu, and Masonboy of Sunrunner. To these friends of mine I say Thanks to them and their pets.

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