I Get Born

4th of Barrakas, 976 YK

Ack! It’s bright. And cold. WTF! How do I get back inside and who’s this jerk that just keeps mewling and mewling?

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By the Cat Lord, being born sucks. Kinda glad it happened though. Don’t think I’d be writing this if it hadn’t.

And it’s been pretty cool ever since.

And I got some great milk shortly afterward that kinda made up for all the trouble.

Anyway, my sister (the aforementioned mewling jerk) and I were birthed (yeah, she was first and always holds that over my head) and things were pretty normal on that front. Mom and dad lived in Stormreach at the time and dad was a guide pulling down a decent wage. Mainly because the Canniths were in town and wanted help finding some ancient stuff in the jungles at the time. Mom was a fortune teller of sorts. She’s always been good at reading people and telling them what they like to hear. Plus, she kept her ear to the ground and paid attention to the local goings on which helped her ‘predict’ possible futures. Glad I picked up on a little of that (reading people, not lying to them). It’s definitely helped when going into other cultures, reading their feelings towards a stranger like me, and trying to make sure they don’t murder me right off (I’ve found some humans, orcs, and elves can be unpredictable that way).

You know what? Let’s skip a bit here since I don’t really recall a whole lot through my cub years. Hmm… Let’s start at the Rites of Ascension to Adulthood, since it’s a pretty big deal for us Tabaxi and it was kinda weird that one of the trials that happened there went perfectly with my name. This only seemed to solidify mom’s place as a legit seer, but I think there was some misdirection happening on her part, somehow.