Cat Warrior
Native to Dominaria, Naya (one of the Shards of Alara) and Mirrodin. Cat Warriors are catlike humanoids known as an honorable and fierce but intensely private race that keep dealings with others to a minimum. This attitude was most extreme in the Dominarian forest of Efrava, a large oasis on the continent of Jamuraa surrounded by seemingly endless desert. This environment led the native cat people to develop a fanatic opposition to the notion that other races even existed. Cat Warriors (called Nacatl on Naya) have strength and speed superior to humans and a wide array of superior senses. Though they are skilled with weapons, they are also formidable barehanded. Cat Warriors have feline characteristics that can vary depending on the clan from which they came, being humanoid panthers, tigers, leopards, etc.
Despite their reclusive nature, numerous cat warriors have left their marks on Dominaria's history. Jedit Ojanen finally ended the Efravan isolation (In one alternate universe seen in the Planar Chaos expansion, Jedit instead championed the belief that outsiders were blasphemy). Mirri served with distinction on board the Weatherlight. Purraj of Urborg was the most loyal lieutenant of the evil conqueror Kaervek. Lord Windgrace, the last surviving Urborg panther warrior and a planeswalker, dedicated his life to the protection of his homeland.
(Mirri, Cat Warrior, Song of Blood, Planeswalker's Fury)
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“I’m like Cat here. We’re a couple of no-name slobs. We belong to nobody and nobody belongs to us. We don’t even belong to each other.”
—George Axelrod (b. 1922)
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—Herman Melville (1819–1891)