To many around the lands, the sight of the unnamed panther padding about the streets of Sinfar had become almost as normal as the guards who stood watch over the city.  He was a large cat, nearly 300lbs of tightly-packed muscle and fur; though despite that, he carried himself with the grace expected of his species.

Captured as a kitten and shipped to the city with the intent of becoming a noble's pet, the young panther eventually escaped and learned how to fend for himself based only on his instincts.  To this day, he only accepts food and drink from those he trusts, otherwise he is far too proud.  His greatest enemy for the longest time was the old SInfar dock master - time and again the cat attempted to board a ship bound for his home, only to have the old man chase him away with an armed guard.  Only recently, when that man died in the war has the panther finally been able to come and go as he pleases.   Other than that, he seems to have made Ca-ta-berry island his home, showing a great respect for the berry catlings.