From his youth, Flynn was a curious cat too meddlesome for his own good. Spry in his steps he cast shenanigans wherever he went in the lands of Sinfar... until one day, he snatched the wrong coinpurse of the very wrong mage!

Upon sanctuary and solace to pry open and spy the prize therein; Flynn got flung... right into a portal and right out of Sinfar! OOF! Natural One Botch.

When he came to, though, what a strange sight to see! Catters roaming the land upright like home, but covered in fur. The land was sandy, almost a desert that stretched as far as the eye could see, and what statues looked almost of Bast were often accompanied by twin feline kittens.

His savior speaks in strange tones, hissing in a raspy voice to her comrades; bounding toward him in leathers and makeshift armor. "Come quickly! This one has fallen from de skies! The Mother has sent a youth!"


Skip ahead a few decades and Flynn finds himself all too curious once again, pilfering an expensive scroll from an academy of mages in the frozen reaches of a northern continent. Flames and thunder-arcana singe his tail and send him spiralling off the delapidated stone bridge to the icy waters far, far below. In a moment of panic, he glanced to the scroll as it opened, and YEET!

Tossed into a bed of two rambunctious lovers, the portal snapping shut in a roaring vacuum of space time, wibbly wobbly confusion; a single tear marking its place with this odd, harmonic chime before utterly vanishing.


After a rude ejection from the bedroom, Flynn hastily apologizes and makes his way to the first home he'd known, finding the lands of Sinfar to be very, very ... the same! What luck!

Catjiit is pleased to bring his wares from far and wide... if you have de coin.