One thousand years ago, magic ruled.
It was a time of darkness and a world of fear.
All species were helpless against the beasts that would assail them in the night. All save for a small, sprouting species.
We called it the age of the Qi'ittah, the age of our kind.
Empowered by the magic the Moon Princess put into her namesake, we prowled the night protecting those who could not protect themselves. Still, for all our work, we could not save everykit, and resentment turned on the princess who we owed our power to.
Blind by day but warriors by night, we, as well as our princess benefactor, were betrayed by the ones we swore to protect.
We were placed into the sky amongst the stars by an ancient spell for a thousand years, and now here in Wolfsburg, the spell is broken, and we live again.
We are defenders of the night. We are Qi'ittah!



A.N.¬ I swear to all that is holy, if someone my age or older doesn't get that massive effing reference up there…