They were one of the clans who forged humans into what we are now, and bestowed many gifts upon our kind. In their eyes, humans saw the rising and setting of the scorching sun of the desert, and awed by the sun's power, worshipped the bearers of those eyes who could hold that power.
In their purr, humans heard the turning of spinning wheels, and honored those who could carry the sound of the spinning wheels of fate within them.
But the greatest gift was perhaps that understanding of wildness and freedom, and of love freely given, that humans received from their dealings with the Cat People. For no cat ever bound itself to a human except out of free will, and no cat ever loved a human without first loving itself, and its freedom.
The Cat People never end. Their immortality is not continuous, a long unending existence, but rather fractioned. They come and they go, they leave, only to return in another guise. But they always return as Cat People.
To all those who mourn or remember a departed cat, remember that you honor a hero, a deity incarnate, a mighty spirit of the jungle. In your elegies, remember the power of the sun, without whom life is not.
To all those who may come to aid a beloved cat in its departure to another lifetime, remember that you escort a mighty and noble warrior to its next glorious adventure. In your moments of silence, remember the mystery of fate, and of life ever-changing yet ever-prevailing.
Those who perpetrate injuries against the Cat People make enemies of gods... no more need be said. All-devouring time is their keeper.
Rejoice if you have known the wild love of the Cat People, and reciprocated it fully. Know that you never walk alone, that your path is ever well guided and guarded.