Cat's Luck (Ex): Once per day when a catfolk makes a Reflex saving throw, he can roll the saving throw twice and take the better result. He must decide to use this ability before the saving throw is attempted.
Sprinter: Catfolk gain a 10-foot racial bonus to their speed when using the charge, run, or withdraw actions.
Blackened: Your hands and forearms are shriveled and blackened, as if you had plunged your arms into a blazing fire, and your thin, papery skin is sensitive to the touch. You take a –4 penalty on weapon attack rolls, but you add burning hands to your list of spells known. At 5th level, add scorching ray and flaming sphere to your list of spells known. At 10th level, add wall of fire to your list of spells known and your penalty on weapon attack rolls is reduced to –2. At 15th level, add delayed blast fireball to your list of spells known.
Think On It (Ex): Once per day, the oracle of lore can re-attempt any previously failed Knowledge check. On this attempt, add a +10 competence bonus on the check.
Lore Keeper (Ex): Instead of encyclopedic knowledge, you learn most of your information through tales, songs, and poems. You may use your Charisma modifier instead of your Intelligence modifier on all Knowledge checks.
Tiyeri was the the eldest of her sisters, but at the same time wasn’t completely their sister. Her father was the leader of the council’s tribe, located way to the north of Riddleport, in the step lands. Her mother was some kind of prostitute, surely a city slum cat folk, her father met while traveling through the region, but luckily, or not, she was taken by him, as she was her first born. The life of a bastard in a cat folk tribe isn’t that harsh, apart from that horrible name: “Purr”. She had the chance to study as her father wanted and she loved that. The few spare time she had between taking care of her brothers and sisters, was all spent on books. She lived a generally happy teen life trying to forget the burden of being a bastard while studying more and more. At the age of 20 a band of Orcs attacked the tribe. All the tribe had been slained, tortured and raped, right in front of her eyes. Her brothers… Her sisters… everyone, dead. Up to today she still asks herself how and why did she survive. Maybe it was that dream, the curiosity that night before that pushed her to go and read her latest history book on a hill a few miles away. When she came back every one was gone, every soul was gone. She cried for every corpse that was in her sight, the pain, the emotional pain she was living through was so hard that she felt unconscious without any energy left. She dreamt of terror, pain; she dreamt of orcs torturing her, she felt her body burnt to death her arms still burning while she tried to wrap her face with them; she dreamt of what appeared to be a god, what appeared to be Irori saving her from the orc, killing it with just an Hourglass, just waiting for time to pass and kill. When she woke up Tiyeri was on the edge of a river, her arms dumped in its flow. They were completely blackened, her overall skin was in pain. At her neck a small chain with a little golden hourglass. She understood, she accepted her fate. So began the journey Tiyeri Purr, the catfolk bastard.
In her journey through Golarion, she learnt to appreciate in particular all the lost ruins through the Varisian lands. Those immense structures, once filled with magic, from a such ancient time were, so beautiful yet so mysterious. Thassillonia began to be a sort of obsession for her. Why does nobody know nothing about it? Such a power lost and forever gone, reminded to us just through broken rocks. She wanted more, she needed more, she needed the absolute knowledge and the Thassilonian culture was a bug in her immense but still limited knowledge. So she began to visit all the ruins she could find,reading every book about thassilonia in every library, interrogating any specialist of this kind. Through her studies, while staying in Galduria's library (the only place where a Catfolk would not be bothered), she located several ruins in the region of Magnimar and in particular Sandpoint. There, the famous "Old Light" as they call it, an ancient Thassilonian ruin was in the middle of the city, defending it. Was it luck or not, A caravan was soon departing from Galduria to Sandpoint. Apparently there was an important event for the reconstruction of a new church. Tiyeri was slightly demotivated to stay in the middle of thousands of people, but this was the perfect chance to explore those ruins and maybe more! she had to fight her fears and continue her voyage of the world, her voyage to Irori's knowledge, as she was meant to.
