During the Punic Wars, the Fera assaulted Carthage and its colonies with unbridled ferocity. Demons corrupted the landscape and poisoned the spirit world with their foul malignancy to such an extent the shapeshifters rose up to cut out the cancer. Bastet elders choked on their overweening pride after underestimating their foes. Kin became Carthaginian booty, their siblings and children slaughtered. Fera in Carthaginian lands became virtual bond servants or tainted to the point of madness. Collectively they could not break free of the Baali and their demonic servitors.
Allies elsewhere were necessary to free North Africa from its demonic yoke. Help came at a dear cost. The Bastet provided some of the lore necessary for the Tyrrhenian Alliance to vanquish their Carthaginian enemies. Warriors joined the Legions raised to combat Carthaginian vampires and their enslaved soldiers, while mystics searched for a weakness to compromise infernal spirits. Secretive Fera, forced by duress into cooperation with vampires and mages, struggled terribly under the heavy lot demanded of them. Their spirit broke when the first attempt at a ward encircling the besieged city of Carthage failed due to a faulty prohibition on the demons.
Kuasha teach their children in the Nights of Antiquity that unseemly haste caused the brightest sorcerers and elders among the Bastet to neglect to notice a fatal flaw in their binding. Even the mortal magicians who lent their aid overlooked a fine detail. The ward stipulated an ineptly worded ban the infernal spirits exploited, and twisted the curse upon the nearest breed of Bastet: the Ceilican. Power shattered the minds of the European wildcats and sent shockwaves through the Fera. Only by coercion, force, and outright treachery were the Bastet compelled to remain and try again. They succeeded and rescued what they could of the shapeshifters imprisoned by Carthage, though for many victims, redemption came far too late.
Bastet laid the crucial components to maintaining the binding spells and rites that hold Carthage, and no vampire can possibly duplicate their participation -- although it's rumoured a great many have tried. To add insult to injury, the Fera cannot free themselves of their troubled past. Elders must perform the rites and watchers observe the terrible prison of Moloch and Troile holds fast. Their periodic involvement is much less frequent than the Eternal Senate's annual ceremonies, but Bastet cannot free themselves of their storied shackles. Abandonment of a hated cause would open the prison to demons with a taste for revenge and blood.
So the Fera hold their lonely duty, resentful of its price, mindful of the glories.
It fell upon the judges to organize and gather the participating European and North African Fera against Carthage, and their greatest members traveled far and wide on a mission certain to end in death. They compelled the Swara’s participation and held back the Simba from striking down the Bubasti. Their diplomacy efforts required them to expose themselves to outsiders, and many bore the wretched stains of corruption as best they could. When Carthage fell, so many of the leopards lay among the ruins. They stand sentinel still, ensuring the Fera honour the commitment of their kind and the loss of the Ceilican, year after year.