I hope the enthusiasm here helps to persuade DM Bartjeebus that we are worthy players!! :-)

On another note. It seems that we have a lot of front liners. I am fine rolling a healer or spellcaster if needed.

Sorry for the extremely long story!!

Backstory: 

Droknin wanted to stop the voices. The Leonins of his pride hated him, and some would speak ill of him from his back. Then he would keep repeating that inside of his head. Finally Gakros came to fetch him for the council meeting. Thinking about battle, always distracted from the negative thoughts. Gakros is Droknin's older brother, and leader of their pride. Gakros is also the reason that he is alive. Leonins do not take kindly to a white cat like him, and if it wasn't for his brother, he would probably have been killed when he was born. 

The elders called for a meeting because they were notified that a rival pride were attacking caravans that brought goods to their pride. The pride would not stand for that, and they were to make an example of them. Droknin hated going to those meetings, but Gakros insisted on his presence. The battle next day was hard, but they prevailed for Gakros was leading the charge. Afterwards, he would commend Droknin for a fighting bravely against our enemies. Droknin would like more leonins of his prides to think of that way. 

There was one that did not see him as an affront to nature. Her name was Kimnia. She was captured from another pride, and allowed to live amongst his pride. Her status in the pride was just slightly above of a slave, so they both felt some kind of kinship to each other. Besides his brother, Kimnia was the only one that would look him in the eye, and not avert their gaze. Whenever he was with her, he would not think of those negative thoughts. 

One day, Droknin was summoned to another council meeting. There would be a large battle coming. Another large pride had declared war on them, and their warriors would meet in the open savannah. Whoever came out victorious, would take over the other pride. Droknin was very much looking forward to this fight. He savored battle, for it made him feel different. He came alive when he was fighting. The next day came, and all of the warriors of his pride met with the enemy. It was a brutal fight, on which Droknin relished, but many good warriors from his pride perished that day. It lasted almost all day, but they had finally won the battle. 

When they returned, there was large celebration for the victory. Gakros told Droknin of how proud he was of him today, for he had never seen his younger brother fight so fiercely, and it seemed that finally some warriors had at the very least a little more respect for Droknin now. Then when he returned to his hut, he was surprised to find Kimnia inside waiting for him. They hug each other passionately, and Droknin finally told Kimnia how much he loved her. After some private celebration, they made love that night. Droknin thought that was the happiest day of his life. Finally, everything that he desired came true. 

Droknin woke up in the middle of the night, he looked to his side, and he wasn't dreaming. Kimnia was still fast asleep next to him. But he woke up because he heard something coming from Gakros' hut. He got up, without waking up the sleeping Kimnia, grabbed his double-bladed Scimitar given to him by his brother, and went to investigate the sound. His bother hut's door was open, which was highly unusual. He went in, and his heart sank. Gakros was laying on a pool of blood, and Drokin could smell that it as his brother's own blood. He ran to his brother. "I love you brother. I am sorry..." With those last words, his beloved brother took his last breath. Then from the door came a scream. "Gakros is dead!!" It was Kimnia screaming for help. She didn't even finish screaming, and guards were already inside of the hut. "It was Drokin, I saw it with my own eyes!!" For the second time in the same day, his heart sank. He wasn't able to think. He didn't even know what to say. The guards came, and grappled him. At that moment, a different voice inside of his head spoke to Drokin. "Awaken my child. Let the ancient animal spirit within you rise!!" Then he let out the most guttural roar he ever did in his life. His teeth grew to sharp fangs, his claws grew and were as sharp as daggers, then his tail also grew in size, and it ended in a spike. He killed the guards with his claws, then with one mighty jump, he crossed the distance from him to Kimnia, knocking her to the ground. "Ahh!! Get off of me you disgusting monster!!" Those words hurt him more than anything in his life. In his moment of hesitation, Kimnia drew a dagger, and slashed him on his left eye. Now, lost in his bloodlust, he bit into her neck, and severed it from her body with one mighty bite. He let out another great roar. After that, he ran away from the pride. Drokin would run for the whole night, and he only stopped for his had no more energy to run...