We are the New Breed,
We are the Future,
We are the New Breed,
We are the Future.
-Fear Factory, "New Breed"

The Bastet are all assigned breeds, just as Garou. They do have Metis, as accidents do happen, but are not treated as bad as Metis Garou. The a Bastet's breed is determined by what creature she was born as. A Homid Bastet was born a Human, a Feline born a cat, and a Metis was born in Crinos. This page is to give you all an in-depth observation on what the breed might feel like and what they might act like.

Homid

"Look, I can't help it if I'm good-looking, graceful and talented. It's all in the genes, y'know, and I have very good genes. Hey, you can look down on me if you want, but my half of the family worked its way up from caves and sticks to Learjets and skyscrapers. I'll admit we've made a few mistakes along the way, but you can't argue that our successes have outweighed our liabilities. Oh, yeah? And screw you too, furball!"

The especially attractive nature of the werecats and the scarcity of feline breeding stock have made homids the dominant breed in the modern world. It wasn't always so. Among the Zulu, the Incas, the Vikings, Maya and Egyptions, it was an honor to go forth into the darkness and choose a shadow-cat as a mate. In those days, the big cats outnumbered the humans, or at least equaled them in power. Shapeshifters were feared but trusted, and a child born of their blood was a blessed warrior and leader. Naturally, she could be temperamental, but her heritage marked her as a vessel of divinity. Other humans(and not always women!) were seduced or taken forcefully by Bastet, used out of respect, revenge or desperation. Sometimes, the chancing genes lay dormant for generations. They have come to flower in you.

In the modern world, you've probably had a perfectly normal life. You were a fiery and finicky child, but that's not unusual. You may have been raised in a familiar culture, or a distant land such as India, Kenya or Brazil, and your parents may have despaired when they discovered what a willful kid you could be.

Maybe they already knew what you were, or at least, what you could eventually be. Some secret societies carry on the old tradition of respect and sacrifice. In the Amazon wastelands, the Indian plateaus and the catacombs below Cairo, men and women still go to the cat-folk willingly, and sometimes a child is born. Such children are raised within a human family, within their parents' culture, and are valued even above the other children.

Either way, you led a normal life until the day of your First Change. Then suddenly, you were left alone. Outcast. Your loved ones ran away in terror. On the day you Changed, you were not longer human. It's one thing to be called the offspring of the gods, another to have to fill that role for life. And that, in many ways, is exactly what you have become.

Metis
"Go ahead and stare if you want to. It doesn't bother me a bit. I've got a special setup with the folks upstairs, and that more than compensates for a scabby coat. Does it itch? Of course it does, but I'm not gonna whine about it. I've got gifts tying me into the molten heart of creation, my friend. Now are you with me? 'Cuase if not, it's your loss, not min."

It's not your fault, really. What say did you have when your parents got together? Your deformities testify to the curse of inbreeding; but unlike your Garou cousins, you weren't reviled for your heritage. There aren't enough werecats to go around for your parentage to make up a difference.

Not that your lot is easy; Mother Moon did supposedly declare unions between your kind taboo, and she made her point in your own skin. Some disability---often of the body, occasionally of the mind---makes your life a chore, and your ugliness alone reduces your status in many werecats' eyes. Most big cats spit and run when you approach, and even your Kinfolk cringe instinctively from the one who's not quite right.

Mother pushed you out in half-cat form. As you can imagine, the birth wasn't an easy one. She took care of your for a while, but eventually left you alone to fend for yourself. If you were lucky, she stayed long enough to teach you what you are, or at least left you in the hands of other Folk. If your curse included bad luck, she dumped you in a garbage can and left you for dead, and some other kind soul---cat, human, or something else---raised you from there. If you never knew your parents, the First Change may come as a really nasty shock to you...

Feline

"I was here before you all, or at least my parents were. We came forth as perfect predators, and given half a change, I'll prove it to you. I'd rather not fight---there's been enough of that lately---but if your fellow monkeys insist on butchering my brothers and sisters, I'm afraid I have no choice. you can afford to play games in the shade. I'm thinking about survival."

Born to one of the great cats, you're hte rarest breed of all. Hunting, agriculture, pollution and the death of your prey have decimated your Kin until only handfuls remain. As greedy, stupid human push into your ancestral lands, more and more of your Kinfolk flee or turn vicious. Your are a product of this decimated culture---skittish, angry and accustomed to man.

Chances are you're from a zoo, show or preserve; big cats in the wild are scarce.Your mother probably raised you alone, unless she was a part of a mated pair that had remained together(a rare thing under the best of circumstances). If you were born in a show, you've probably learned the dilemma humans pose: On one hand, they pet you, feed you and clean your cage. On the other hand, you do live in a cage, no matter how clean it may be. The boredom is unbearable, especially for one such as yourself, and you pass endless days pacing in a cramped, bare space, your head buzzing with monkey-chatter. Don't strike back---you'll be hurt. Don't growl or spit---you'll be drugged. Humans are a mystery: an infuritating one, at that. On the day of your First Change, you discover what it's like to be one of them...