x.Welcome to Wildfang, a land steeped in history. It is a place where cats of all different blood roam together as one. Species is nothing more than a name, a simple word that means nothing in such a land. After all, this place has a long history of violence. Strength, courage, wits and determination mean far more than appearances ever will. One cat tried to take over; Switchblade, the evil panther who attempted to control the prides and destroy anyone who stood in his way, but whose own desire for power destroyed him.

x.It is five years since the ‘Great Battle’ that marked the death of Switchblade. The terror of that tragic night is remembered, but is preferred to be thought of as just a bad nightmare from many moons ago. Many of the faithful warriors of the war have passed on, whilst others attempt to live their lives as best they can, forever scarred from that dreadful night.

x. A new generation of cats have been born in to a peaceful world, knowing nothing of the terrors of war other than what they have been told. But all of that will soon change, and a message from the stars will bring forward a new prophecy that will challenge these felines and push them to the limit. Born and breed in a peaceful world, how will they rise to the challenges brought to them from the heavens?

It time to step in to Wildfang. It's time to expect the unexpected.

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She had no idea what this meant to him. He had a feeling that she had an idea, but she would never know the extent of his happiness. He was going to be free. This human was leading him to the one thing that he desired over everything else in the world. As she waited for the guards to leave, Bana remained where he was, watching her with a curious interest. He was lying down on the floor of his cell, and he couldn't help but think that this was the last time he would feel the harsh cement beneath his tender paws. He wouldn't be trapped in these bars, and he wouldn't have to deal with the endless tests and the annoyances that the humans placed upon his shoulders. As the guards finally disappeared and were far away, he saw her take a step forward. Knowing that there was a camera watching his every move, he didn't rush forwards, as much as he wanted to. He couldn't let on that he was excited to see her. Controlling himself, which was highly difficult, his imploring ocean blue eyes stared up at Torou with a happiness that he hadn't shown in the months he had been imprisoned here.

Bana was up in an instant though when she held her hand out to him. And he walked alongside her like a well trained pet that knew exactly how to behave in this day and age, and in this place. He stayed calm and cool, and then turned his dial to look up at her as she spoke to him. Listening quietly, his heart leapt at the words. Not only was she giving him freedom, but she was giving him someone to share it with. A friend. Something that he had never had before, but something he was more than willing to try. He didn't know how he would be with it, but the lonliness he had experienced in this place was enough to make him want nothing more than at least one friend in this world. He nodded quietly, and spoke up once more. "I never thought a human could be good before I met you Torou. Thank you for this. I hope you get everything you wish for in this life. You deserve it." He said honestly, hoping she knew he meant his words. As they reached the door, he was surprised to see that it was located right by the freedom door. That was strange. He reached to touch Torou's hand with his snout, and then moved forward as she stepped aside. As she spoke with the other nephilim, Bana remained silent. He was nervous to say the least, for he didn't know who to trust outside or inside. He looked to Torou, and then to the female black panther as she spoke up. He had never seen another black panther before. "Hello..My name's Bana..." He was warily and hesitantly, watching her for some kind of reaction. He looked back at Torou once more, worrying over the human's fate. Would she get in serious trouble for this? He didn't want her to, since she had done him the greatest favor of all. She had given him his freedom. Even now, he felt as if he was being rejuvenated. There was real air here, and real grass...real everything. As the slight breeze played in his fur, he relished in it, never wanting to go back inside that building again. Why did Torou have to go back in as well?