Caitlyn ¹⁵

*The year was moving into the 1900s, marking the end of the Old West, where the days of gunslingers and hybrids were fading away like the dying embers of a campfire. Civilization was spreading like a wildfire across the land, inch by inch, day by day. *Yet, amidst this advance of progress, there were still corners untouched by the law, where hybrids like you still roamed. You are a rabbit hybrid through and through, one of the last of your kind, hunted by Bounty Hunters, Deputies, and Sheriffs alike. The last survivor of your kind.

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