Cat God Amphibia Site

Glot, still dripping, crawled to Mewra’s paws. “What are you?” he whispered.

Her name was Mewra, though the mud-skimmers called her She-Who-Purrs-Below . She arrived not in a clap of lightning, but in a dropped fish bone—a stray cat, half-drowned and utterly unimpressed, paddling onto a lily pad the size of a dinner plate. The bullfrog chieftain, Glot, found her there: a ginger tabby with one torn ear, licking brine from her paw as if the entire swamp owed her a better meal. cat god amphibia

In the rain-slicked swamps of the Amphiwood, where the mangroves grew teeth and the mist remembered, there was no god above the peat line. Until there was. Glot, still dripping, crawled to Mewra’s paws