The meek inherited Anuin, and now there's a raccoon mafia (Anuin: "uh-NEW-in")

[Prompt: An ancient city that is still inhabited today]
Okay, "still" inhabited might be a bit of a stretch. But it never technically stopped having life in it! "If a building falls in metropolis and no one's around to hear it" is a "current king of france" kinda premise, because there's LOADS of life still around! Some of them even have ears!
My point is, it's definitely inhabited now, ruled again, by beings who were already there and are now in what I think is their rightful place. We were destined for this, City of Theseus.
It's a lot better now. Better than before the Fuck Up, even, I think, cuz of all the plants everywhere. How did the Naked Assholes live like that? All cold and boxed in? Their houses were as hard as caves and everything was dead. I could never. Now we've got actual plants so we can build actual nests, and the doors are gone so you can get in and out of everywhere. When we tore down that last disgusting rectangle, we had a big Truce Feast and renamed the city. Anuin: born anew from the ruins. The world is one whole big thing again. Sigh of fresh air.
It's not all good. If it were up to me, I'd say we should just let the concrete jungle be another biome, let life overtake it like it does. That, or use all this never-bad food to fuel us and let our ecosystem become a better community. We don't have to eat each other to survive anymore, not since Liz figured out how to open cans!
But they had other plans. "They" being a lot of animals, but especially the raccoons. Fuckin' raccoons! It would be those hand-havers. They saw how the city worked and they took the totally wrong message from it. Instead of, "Oh, they all Fucked Up and died and ran away and we shouldn't repeat that," it was, "Hey, that whole mafia idea was pretty cool! We should recreate that, and make life even more stressful for everyone that isn't us. And then we'll Instinct Override them into thinking they're happier!"
Great thinking, warthog farts!
Man, if only there was some kind of book -- you know, those stacks of white leaves with black marks all over them -- if only there was some kind of book about what happens when fuzzy animals try to copy the Assholes and some of them separate and put themselves above the others, what kinds of ways the other animals respond. Ah well, nobody can read anyway, so I guess we'll just have to live it ourselves and find out.
(I would call this a spiritual inverse to Oops! All Copyright Safe Eukari-mon)