Before there were worries and distractions in the world, the animals roamed freely throughout the land, and humans were still one with the earth. The people lived in small villages and depended on the land and sky for whatever they needed.

In one of these villages, in the Valley of the Orange Cat, the people depended on the the god of the river to supply them with fish to live on. Every day they would travel to the river and summon him. In order to receive food from the god, the people would have to sacrifice something. For as long as they cared to remember, the people had given the god poisonous snakes, which he used to create potion. But, today, something was wrong.

The village people could not find any of these snakes. For hours and hours they searched, but still found nothing. It was unknown why these snakes disappeared, but the people knew they had to feed the god something.

One wise man said, "Look, over there. It is the ugly orange cat for which this valley is named." The man pointed to a large orangish-yellow cat lying among the bushes. "He has no value to us, so we should feed him to the river god as a sacrifice." Everyone agreed, aned began immediately to catch the cat.

They trapped the cat in a large cage. That evening they took the orange cat to the god. He was surprised at first. "What's this?" he asked in a mighty voice. "The snakes have left this place for good," the wise man said. The water god replied, "very well, this interesting creature will work exellent in my next concoction."

The water god vanished into the river, taking with him the cat and the cage. Fish miraculously jumped out of the river and into a pile on the shore for the villagers to eat. They were happy that night, and they ate well.

In the river god's lair, deep beneath the earth, the orange cat sat in the cage. He growled to the water god, who was sitting on a slab of stone, "Why am I here?" The water god answered, "You are the sacrifice that the village people made so that I would give them fish. When the time comes, I will destroy you and turn your bones and blood into a powerful potion." "No one uses this cat's bones and blood for a silly drink," roared the cat.

And, at that, the mighty cat leaped at the bars of the cage. He hit them so hard they actually became a part of his fur. With rage in his eyes, he leaped through the air, up, up, up, until he splashed out onto the river bank. The villagers looked at the cat, excited at what they saw. The ugly orange cat now had beautiful bold black stripes. He roared through the trees so that all creatures would know he was the strongest and keenest beast in the jungle.

And after that incident, the valley was renamed the Valley of the Great Striped Orange Cat. To this day whenever someone sees the great cat wandering the forest, they know he has a mission. He searches for disbelievers of the legendary tale, and when he finds someone that doesn't believe, he sets straight about who the king og the jungle really is.