My mother always liked to tell stories.

A graceful tabby-and white, her golden eyes would always light up when she recounted the tales told to us as kits. Every night, we'd all sit next to her in the den and, with sweeps of her fluffy tail, recount to us the days of the warriors, noble cats who fought together in a 'Clan,' cared for the old and the sick, and even shared food with each other.

My siblings and I would sit in wonder, imagining the battles, famines and hardships faced by them. We'd even play out our own fight sequences, pretend to be medicine cats treating the sick or even noble leaders sharing tongues with our warrior ancestors.

Of course, we never believed these cats were real.

How wrong we were.