There is a legend from old times that still lives on the tongues of those who remember. The tale of a great she-cat whose name has long been washed away by rivers of memory. But her heroism was never forgotten, for this cat was the Pantheraseer, the one who brought the spring. It was through her sacrifice that the spring flourished, spreading green all across the land, banishing the Endless Winter forever.
But in her death, however, spring did not come.
Among the cats, there is a belief that spring came in two parts. The first part, the season of spring, was already achieved. But the second part, the symbol of spring, has still yet to be acquired. To the cats, this symbol is freedom.
In the world born from the melt of the Endless Winter, more cats live in captivity than in the wild. They pray for freedom, hope and plead for the full spring so longed for. That is where our legend begins.
But in her death, however, spring did not come.
Among the cats, there is a belief that spring came in two parts. The first part, the season of spring, was already achieved. But the second part, the symbol of spring, has still yet to be acquired. To the cats, this symbol is freedom.
In the world born from the melt of the Endless Winter, more cats live in captivity than in the wild. They pray for freedom, hope and plead for the full spring so longed for. That is where our legend begins.
