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He was just a street cat. No home. No owner. No one coming to save him. Then the war started. While everyone else ran, he stayed. Now he fights every day for his territory, his food, and the few cats left beside him. No army. No fear. No surrender. Just one angry cat against the whole fucking world. $WARCAT - he didn’t choose the war. The war chose the wrong cat.