Rioting ocean waves splashed against the rocks of an empty, stony beach as, in the silence, the land turned blackish grey. There was no life in sight: no trees, flowers, grass, plants or anything. Even the sky was black and grey. On the dry, cracked grounds of the beach stood Furaha, an innocent little lioness cub who her palms pressed against one another, her eyes closed. She was praying in silence, hoping someone would answer her. Suddenly, a voice rang out. “Doctor, we’ve caught hold of her!” “Hold onto her now, don’t let her get away!” cried another voice. Flashes of blurry images filled Furaha’s mind: a cat being strapped down to a table and injected with lethal liquid, then being thrown into a cage, and finally transforming by the light of the moon into Gatomon. Furaha’s eyes shot open, and she was reduced to tears by what filled her mind. She punched her fist onto the ground, and suddenly, she was surrounded by a ring of fire. “I won’t let Gatomon live this life again!” she cried.
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