Day Zero – The Arrival of the Wraith

Day Zero marks the moment the alien Wraith invasion destroyed human civilization and transformed Earth's surviving cats into the resistance that would become The Meowlitia.

The End of the Human World

No warning. No signal. No diplomacy.

The end of the human world began in silence.

In the early hours before dawn, orbital satellites across the planet began to fail one by one. Communications networks flickered. Military tracking systems detected unidentified objects entering Earth’s atmosphere at impossible speeds.

By the time governments understood what was happening, it was already too late. The sky opened.

The Wraith Invasion

Massive black structures descended through the clouds above the world’s largest cities, hovering silently over population centers like predators studying their prey.

Then the weapons began to fire.

Columns of brilliant energy lanced down from the hovering structures—focused beams of alien light that cut through buildings, streets, and military installations with terrifying precision.

The Ash That Changed Everything

But the beams were not ordinary weapons.

Where they struck, human bodies did not burn. They disintegrated.

In an instant, millions of people were reduced to a strange gray ash—an irradiated dust that drifted through the streets and alleyways of the collapsing cities.

Entire populations vanished in moments.

Air forces launched desperate counterattacks, but human aircraft were destroyed before they could even reach the alien vessels. Missile defenses failed. Communication networks collapsed. The war for Earth lasted less than a single day.

Cities like Portland Oregon, New York City, Tokyo, and London burned beneath the alien bombardment while the last human militaries attempted a defense that never had time to organize.

Within twelve hours, the age of humanity was effectively over.

Power grids failed across continents. Satellites were destroyed in orbit. Governments went silent.

Human civilization collapsed into darkness.

The invaders would later be known by scattered resistance groups as The Wraith—an extraterrestrial force whose technology far exceeded anything Earth had ever seen.

They did not attempt to conquer humanity. They erased it.

In the days that followed, alien patrols began moving through the ruins, hunting the few surviving humans who had escaped the initial strikes.

But something unexpected had already begun to happen in the silent aftermath of the invasion.

The Mutation of Earth's Cats

The radioactive dust left behind by the Wraith’s weapons did not simply settle into the ruins of the old world. It spread.

The wind carried it through shattered streets, across rooftops, and into the hidden places where another species had survived the destruction.

The cats of Earth. Millions of them had lived alongside humanity for generations—inside homes, in alleyways, on rooftops, and beneath city streets.

When the ash of their former owners began to settle across the world, the radiation within it triggered something no one could have predicted. Mutation. Exposure to the dust transformed the surviving cats.

The Awakening

Their bodies changed—growing larger, stronger, and more upright in posture. Their paws adapted, gaining dexterity. Their minds sharpened, expanding with sudden bursts of intelligence.

But the transformation did something even stranger. The irradiated particles carried fragments of the humans they had once been.

Memories. Instincts. Personality traits. As the cats absorbed the dust, they also absorbed echoes of their former owners.

A guard dog’s cat developed the instincts of a protector.

A mechanic’s cat began to understand machines.

A soldier’s cat learned the language of combat.

Across the ruins of the world, the surviving cats began to change into something new. Something that had never existed before.

A hybrid of instinct, memory, and survival. The last inheritors of a dead civilization.

The First Signs of Resistance

Within weeks, scattered groups of these newly awakened survivors began forming small territorial bands to defend food supplies and safe shelters from the alien patrols moving through the ruins.

But survival alone would not be enough.

The Rise of Little Cat

Among the survivors, one leader would emerge who understood this better than any other.

A strategist.

A survivor.

A skater.

A cat whose mind carried the discipline and resolve of the world that had been lost.

Her name was Little Cat.

The Beginning of The Meowlitia

And from the radioactive ashes of humanity, she would begin organizing the scattered survivors into something the Wraith had not anticipated.

A resistance. A military. A force that would one day challenge the alien occupation of Earth.

From the ruins of the old world, Little Cat would forge the last organized defenders of the planet. The Meowlitia.

The Ashfall Oath – Birth of The Meowlitia

After the Wraith invasion erased humanity, the mutated survivors gathered beneath the ruins of Portland Oregon where Little Cat united them and forged the resistance known as The Meowlitia.

The World After Humanity

The world did not end all at once.

After the first day of the invasion, the fires burned for weeks.

Cities collapsed into silence as the last power grids died and the skies above Earth filled with drifting ash—the radioactive dust left behind by the Wraith’s annihilation weapons. Winds carried it through the skeletons of once-great cities, across highways choked with abandoned vehicles, and into the forgotten spaces where the survivors hid.

In those shadows, the cats of Earth were changing. The dust had altered them.

Bodies grew stronger. Limbs adapted for balance and dexterity. Minds awakened with a clarity that had never existed before. Along with this transformation came fragments of something else—faint echoes of human memory carried within the radioactive remains they had absorbed.

Knowledge. Instinct. Discipline.

Some remembered the sound of their owner’s voice. Others carried strange flashes of mechanical understanding, combat awareness, or problem-solving skills they had never learned.

Humanity had vanished—but pieces of it lived on within the survivors.

The Mutation of the Survivors

Across the ruins of cities like Seattle, San Francisco, and Portland, the survivors began forming small groups—territorial bands protecting food sources, shelter, and each other from the alien patrols that now roamed the broken world. But these groups were scattered, unorganized, and vulnerable.

The Wraith continued to move through the ruins with cold precision. Their machines swept through entire districts searching for signs of life, eliminating anything that resembled resistance.

Without unity, the new species born from the radioactive ashes of humanity would eventually share the same fate.

The survivors needed something more than instinct. They needed leadership.

The Gathering Beneath the Ruins

It was during the first winter after the invasion that the gathering took place.

Deep beneath the shattered remains of Old Town in Portland, within the infamous Shanghai Tunnels—an underground network once used by early dockworkers and bootleggers—survivors from multiple territories began to arrive.

Some were scouts who had crossed dangerous urban zones to reach the meeting point. Others were former house cats who had only recently learned to survive outside the homes that no longer existed. A few were hardened fighters who had already survived encounters with Wraith patrol units.

They came because word had begun spreading across the ruins of the Pacific Northwest.

A leader had emerged. Her name was Little Cat.

Little Cat’s Vision

Unlike many of the survivors, Little Cat carried within her mind something rare—clarity of purpose. The fragments of human memory she had absorbed were not random impulses or vague instincts.

They were strategic. Tactical. Disciplined.

She understood something the others were only beginning to realize. The Wraith were not invincible. They were organized. Which meant they could be fought the same way any military force was fought.

With structure. With strategy. With soldiers.

Inside the darkened Shanghai Tunnels, hundreds of survivors gathered in the dim glow of salvaged emergency lights. Ash drifted down through cracks in the ruined ceiling above them, coating the concrete floor in a pale gray layer.

Little Cat stepped forward.

She spoke of the world that had been lost—the civilization whose remnants still surrounded them in broken streets and hollow buildings. She spoke of the enemy that had taken it, and the fate that awaited every survivor if they remained scattered and alone.

Then she spoke of something new. A resistance. Not a loose band of survivors, but a disciplined fighting force organized for a single purpose:

Reclaiming Earth from the Wraith.

The Ashfall Oath

That night, the survivors standing together in the drifting radioactive ash swore the first oath of the new resistance. An oath not only to each other—but to the mission that would define their existence.

To defend the survivors. To reclaim the planet. To never allow the extinction of their kind.

The words spoken in that underground chamber would become the foundation of the resistance.

The Ashfall Oath.

From the ashes we were changed.
From the ruins we were awakened.
From this moment forward we stand as one.

We are the shield of the survivors.
We are the hunters in the dark.
We are the last soldiers of Earth.

We are The Meowlitia.

The Birth of The Meowlitia

In the months that followed, Little Cat began transforming the growing resistance into a structured military force. Command networks formed across surviving urban territories. Specialized divisions were created to handle reconnaissance, combat operations, supply logistics, and intelligence gathering.

Training camps were established within abandoned infrastructure where recruits learned how to fight the alien patrols that still dominated the surface.

The War Council was eventually formed to coordinate operations between resistance territories.

For the first time since the invasion began, the Wraith encountered something they had not expected to find on the ruined planet they believed conquered.

Organized opposition.

The war for Earth had begun. And in the radioactive ashes of humanity, a new army now stood ready to fight it. The Meowlitia.