content(dnd): cat

Author: fezcode

public/stories/_items_/items.piml

@@ -60,3 +60,10 @@
     (book) The Harvest of Silence
     (description) A revolutionary method for accelerating agricultural growth. While publicly used to end hunger, the government seeks its hidden 'weaponized' potential, which Avalia carefully conceals.
     (owner) Avalia Krones (Knowledge)
+
+  > (item)
+    (name) Leatherwave's Dried Fish
+    (type) Food / Treat
+    (book) The Cat of Craninal
+    (description) Simple, salty snacks used to bribe the Council of Three. They represent the simple joys of a quiet life.
+    (owner) Prostex Leatherwave

public/stories/books.piml

@@ -239,4 +239,24 @@
         (author) fezcode
         (date) 2026-01-08
         (updated) 2026-01-08
-    (overlay) gold
+    (overlay) gold
+
+  > (book)
+    (bookId) 11
+    (bookTitle) The Cat of Craninal
+    (episodes)
+      > (episode)
+        (id) 1
+        (filename) the-cat-of-craninal/the-purring-shadows.txt
+        (title) The Purring Shadows (EN)
+        (author) fezcode
+        (date) 2026-01-08
+        (updated) 2026-01-08
+      > (episode)
+        (id) 2
+        (filename) the-cat-of-craninal/mirlayan-golgeler.txt
+        (title) Mırlayan Gölgeler (TR)
+        (author) fezcode
+        (date) 2026-01-08
+        (updated) 2026-01-08
+    (overlay) seagreen

public/stories/characters.piml

@@ -152,3 +152,17 @@
     (book) The Harvest of Silence
     (description) A lab assistant at the Krones Research Lab who accidentally created the 'Touch of Rose' disease while working on the Krones Formula. Consumed by guilt and fear, she has turned to alcohol and isolation, eventually confessing her crimes on the rooftop of The Tipsy Lizard.
     (status) Alive (Guilt-Ridden)
+
+  > (character)
+    (name) Prostex Leatherwave
+    (role) Caretaker of Cats
+    (book) The Cat of Craninal
+    (description) A young boy in Craninal who lives a simple, peaceful life caring for his three cats in a hidden garden.
+    (status) Alive (Happy)
+
+  > (character)
+    (name) Soot, Ginger, and Moonbeam
+    (role) The Council of Three (Cats)
+    (book) The Cat of Craninal
+    (description) Pippin's three feline companions. Soot is the shadow, Ginger is the sleeper, and Moonbeam is the guardian. They provide the only true peace in the city of Craninal.
+    (status) Alive (Purring)

public/stories/places.piml

@@ -125,4 +125,12 @@
     (category) Institutions
     (book) The Harvest of Silence
     (description) A sterile, high-security laboratory in the heart of Predymesh. It is where Avalia Krones performs her miracles—and where she hides the secrets of her true discoveries behind layers of mathematical noise.
-    (status) Active (Monitored)
+    (status) Active (Monitored)
+
+  > (place)
+    (name) Leatherwave's Garden
+    (type) Private Garden
+    (category) Locations
+    (book) The Cat of Craninal
+    (description) A small, hidden oasis at the end of a dead-end alley in Craninal. It is a place of moss, sunlight, and feline mumbles.
+    (status) Active (Peaceful)

public/stories/potentials.piml

@@ -22,3 +22,9 @@
     (concept) A victim of the 'Touch of Rose' who, instead of entering a vegetative state, began to see the 'True Thornus'—a layered reality where the city's corruption manifests as physical rot and its secrets as glowing embers.
     (conflict) They are being hunted by Dr. Brann Corshield, who believes their 'hallucinations' are the key to a new level of social control.
     (hook) "The rose doesn't just take your voice; it gives you the city's."
+
+  > (potential)
+    (archetype) The Verity-Weigher
+    (concept) In Thornus, profound truths possess physical mass. The government employs 'Weight-Checkers' who use precision scales to verify the honesty of scientific reports and diplomatic dispatches.
+    (conflict) Avalia Krones must craft her reports using 'Half-Truths'—sentences that are technically accurate but contextually empty—to mimic the physical weight of a productive breakthrough.
+    (hook) "A lie is light as air. The truth will break your scales."

public/stories/the-cat-of-craninal/mirlayan-golgeler.txt

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+# Mırlayan Gölgeler
+
+**Craninal** şehrinde, eski bir mahallenin yüksek taş duvarlarının arkasına gizlenmiş, yasemin ve güneşte ısınmış tuğla kokan küçük bir bahçe vardır. Bu bahçe, dünyadaki en ilginç şeyin bir kedinin uykusunda kulaklarını seğirtmesi olduğuna inanan **Prostex Leatherwave**'e aittir.
+
+Prostex'in çok önemli bir sorumluluğu vardır: Üçler Konseyi.
+
+Konsey; sarı gözlü bir gölgeden farksız olan siyah kedi **İs**'ten, güneşin sadece kendi uykuları için yaratıldığına inanan şişman turuncu tekir **Tarçın**'dan ve çevre güvenliğini sağlayan (genellikle uçuşan karahindiba tohumlarına pati atarak) zarif beyaz kedi **Mehtap**'tan oluşur.
+
+Dünyanın geri kalanı kendi işleriyle meşgulken, Prostex'in en büyük derdi mahalle fırıncısında artan ekmek kırıntısı olup olmadığı ya da güneşin güzel bir öğleden sonra uykusu için yeterince uzun süre kalıp kalmayacağıdır.
+
+"Mahkemede sessizlik," diye fısıldadı Prostex, eskimiş ahşap bir kasanın üzerine otururken.
+
+İs gerindi, pençeleri bahçe duvarının yumuşak yosunlarını yoğurdu. Tarçın kıpırdamadı ama bir kulağı duyduğunu belli edercesine seğirdi. Mehtap bir patisini temizlemekle meşguldü, dikkati tam ve sakindi.
+
+Prostex cebinden küçük, kurutulmuş bir ödül maması çıkardı. Konsey anında pür dikkat kesildi; üç çift göz eline kilitlendi.
+
+"Bugünkü gündem," dedi Prostex, mamayı yumuşak bir gülümsemeyle tutarak, "kayıp kırmızı topun gizemi. Mehtap, bir ifaden var mı?"
+
+Mehtap yumuşak, melodik bir mırıltı çıkardı ve başını Prostex'in bacağına sürttü. Sorudan ustaca bir kaçıştı bu ve Prostex onun kulaklarının arkasını kaşımadan edemedi.
+
+"Ya sen Tarçın? Topun en son görüldüğü çalılıkların yanında uyurken görülmüşsün."
+
+Tarçın pembe dilini göstererek kocaman esnedi ve sonra hemen uykusuna geri döndü. 'Yorgunluk nedeniyle suçsuzluk'un açık bir savunmasıydı bu.
+
+Prostex güldü; hafif ve huzurlu bir sesti bu. Ödül mamasını üç eşit parçaya böldü ve Konsey masası görevi gören düz taşın üzerine koydu.
+
+Kediler yemeklerini yerken, mırıltıları küçük bahçeyi doldurdu. Bu; düşük, istikrarlı ve saf bir memnuniyet sesiydi. Bu ses diyordu ki; bu bir saatliğine, bu tek bahçede, her şey tam da olması gerektiği gibiydi.
+
+Prostex sırtını sıcak tuğla duvara yasladı, yüzünde hafif esintiyi hissetti. Bundan daha fazlasına ihtiyacı yoktu. İs, kucağına kıvrılıp ağır ve sıcak bir şekilde yattığında, Prostex kendini şehrin en şanslı ruhu gibi hissetti.
+
+Gölgeler uzuyordu ve ara sokağın dışındaki şehir sessizleşmeye başlıyordu ama burada, Konsey'in mırıltısı altında dünya yumuşak, güvenli ve huzur doluydu.

public/stories/the-cat-of-craninal/the-purring-shadows.txt

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+# The Purring Shadows
+
+In the city of **Craninal**, tucked away behind the high stone walls of an old neighborhood, there is a small garden that smells of jasmine and sun-warmed bricks. It belongs to **Prostex Leatherwave**, a boy who believes the most interesting thing in the world is the way a cat's ears twitch in their sleep.
+
+Prostex has a very important responsibility: The Council of Three.
+
+The Council consists of **Soot**, a black cat who is mostly a shadow with yellow eyes; **Ginger**, a fat orange tabby who believes the sun was created solely for his naps; and **Moonbeam**, a sleek white cat who handles the perimeter security (mostly by batting at drifting dandelion seeds).
+
+While the rest of the world is busy with their own errands, Prostex’s biggest concern is whether the local baker has any leftover crusts or if the sun will stay out long enough for a proper afternoon nap.
+
+"Order in the court," Prostex whispered, sitting on a weathered wooden crate. 
+
+Soot stretched, his claws kneading the soft moss of the garden wall. Ginger didn't move, though one ear twitched in acknowledgement. Moonbeam was busy grooming a paw, her focus absolute and calm.
+
+Prostex pulled a small, dried treat from his pocket. The Council immediately became attentive, three pairs of eyes locking onto his hand.
+
+"Today’s agenda," Prostex continued, holding the treat with a soft smile, "is the mystery of the missing red ball. Moonbeam, do you have a statement?"
+
+Moonbeam let out a soft, melodic trill and rubbed her head against Prostex’s leg. It was a masterful evasion of the question, and Prostex couldn't help but scratch behind her ears.
+
+"And you, Ginger? You were seen sleeping near the bushes where the ball was last spotted."
+
+Ginger let out a massive yawn, showing off his pink tongue, and then promptly went back to sleep. A clear plea of 'not guilty by reason of exhaustion.'
+
+Prostex laughed, a light and easy sound. He broke the treat into three equal pieces and placed them on the flat stone that served as the Council table. 
+
+As the cats ate, their purring filled the small garden. It was a low, steady thrumming—a sound of pure contentment. It was a sound that said, for this one hour, in this one garden, everything was exactly as it should be.
+
+Prostex leaned back against the warm brick wall, feeling the gentle breeze on his face. He didn't need anything more than this. As Soot curled up on his lap, heavy and warm, Prostex felt like the most fortunate soul in the city.
+
+The shadows were long, and the city outside the alley was beginning to quiet down, but here, under the purring of the Council, the world was soft, safe, and full of peace.