tabaxi

"In my many years of travel across the great world of Caea, within many a strange and familiar civilization, I have encountered many beliefs. From the religious zeal of the Orashi in the west, who will fast for days in tribute to their deities, to the strong romantic and idealistic beliefs held high by the denizens of Ilu nla. Once, I even encountered a strange race of frog-like jungle dwellers, who's written language was not that of the pen and paper, but in the very form and make of their tools, furniture and homes.
But in all of this, two stand out to me, two so powerful and extreme that most of the civil world would scoff at the fundamental beliefs on which their societies are built upon. Unlike the simple, if not effective "Jack of all trades" which most societies would try to replicate, these unique civilizations hold in high regard a set of beliefs that consolidate to create a powerful philosophy.
Residing both far into the frigid north and deep into the desolate, hot Dragon's Throat mountains exist the warriors of the Tabaxi clans. Despite the differences in geography and history, they have one outstanding ideal, one truth so powerful that without it, the very realities they live would be inert: The power of the individual, to save the clan.
Though I have not been to the southern clans, I spent nearly four years in the north, bunking with a generous hunter who went by the odd name; "Flying Arrow." She was neither flying, nor an arrow, but her story has stuck with me all these years.
When Flying Arrow came of age, as all who did within her clan, she was sent on what one may call a pilgrimage far, far into the north. The Tabaxi clans use a unique kind of magic powered with the help of what was described as a rare and dangerous beast, and it had over the years become the job of the barely full-grown Tabaxi warriors to reign in and transport these beasts from their dangerous homeland to the homes of their clans. They would do this alone.