In the days of old there were cats of large size and tooth. These are now referred to saber tooth tigers We usually refer to them only as SABER Claws. Being wild and independent uncontrolled and individuals more so than the wulf. These animals sought out the Dragon Clan. Being what they were to ask for knowledge and speech.
The first was Silver Fang a great male cat golden brown. He approached the Clan and demanded, he simply was fired on the rock he crouched on. A black spot even today still remain there. Second to go was another upstart to claim a name. His skull is said to be in one of man’s museums today.
But last came a female cat Black as velvet with eyes crystal blue. She took another approach.
Slowly she showed he lone dragon of old the ideas of company. The reasons of touch and caress the happiness of companionship. He in turn shared how to speak with his kind and the wulf as well. Deep within his soul she made a home and in dong so within a new sound grew. A song of pleasure. A sound of comfort. A purr was now the cat’s to have. Yes the dragon purrs and even howls as the wulf. But howling is talking in a way. Purr: happiness and joy contentment within a action enjoyed. She went from him then. Returning when she could. Teaching the touch and purr to all her kind. She is called Ponteni which in some old translation means: “One who sings in comfort.”
The gift she gave to Dragon was touch, he in return gave purr. Each now lives equally enjoying the other’s company.
Many cat clans are today but all remember the purr and what it stands for.
Saber turned into 4 clans Lion, Tiger, Leopard, Panther. From those came others but they are now not them. He story of the 4 great tribes of Cats is one yet to be told here to day. Perhaps it is the end and it should be where do we start…let’s see…