WHEREHow about that cat vs mouse setting you occasionally discuss with syv?
This setting involves intelligent cats and mice, floating islands, and magic. Generations ago, the glorious cattish civilization was disrupted by the formation of the mouse imperium, lead by a ruthless and powerful mouse emperor; a stillborn and deformed god who lead their accursed kind on the path from being prey, to very nearly driving cats extinct through magic, technology, and strategy.
WHATWe could fight a horde of enemies to defend a thing!
You're members of what is, as far as you know, the last group of cats in existence. Your home is a remote desert floating island, where it seems that the evil mice haven't bothered to search. Of course, this could change at any time.
At the moment, your whole tribe has gathered together for a time both celebrated and reviled: it is the time of the seasonal desert crossing, as you much migrate to the other side of the island where your prey are gathering: flying squirrels which cross between islands when the one they're on drifts higher than the one they're headed towards.
WHOSeeing Special in the title made me think this was Special People at first glance. So I will treat it as such.
You are, of course, Special Cats. You [2d4] three are what may be the last three
true mages left in the world. You are the best cats, granted power by the gods, to do with as you wish. Of course, this makes you in particular the best cat in existence, because the other two mages are fools with an incomprehensible method. It is truly up to you to save your kind and lead cats to glory to rival the gods themselves.
(Obviously people who aren't mages exist, but they're below notice.)
HYPER GRAVEYARD VIOLENCE: SLAVES TO OCTOBER, GOD OF PUMPKIN SPICE
CHAPTER 2: SPECIAL CATS
Okay now go back up to the OP for vital information or whatever.