Acknowledged by all cats to be the head of the pantheon and the most powerful of the gods, Urbaste is beloved by almost all cats and is the most widely worshipped member of the Ailurokin - the name for the deities worshipped by felines. Some cats believe her to have once been mortal and proclaim her 'great mother', tracing their lineage back to her. Others believe that all forms of cat were once unified in Urbaste but that, as she aged, she became to decay and fall into pieces. Her left-arm, as it dropped from her, became the lion, her right-leg became the tiger, and eventually, when nothing else was left, her heart became the first cat. Who knows what the truth is? What is known is that Urbaste now reigns over the Feilds of Yarn - a cat heaven, where everything can be played with, chased, and chivvied. Her followers worship her through acts of 'cat-ness', whether that be chasing a mouse, stealing food, creeping over rooftops at night... all are considered tributes to Urbaste. While she adores her children, Urbaste is not a huge fan of humanoid races, considering them to be frequently cruel to her offspring.
While awakened dogs recognize a single deity, cats are less picky. Their religion is far stranger and more obscure, with most of it's rites and rituals being entirely secret - spoken only in the Feline language of touch, gesture, and scent. Cats rarely disclose any of the many secrets of their various gods. They don't mention the Welcoming Dark, the place where all cats retreat to when worn down or hurt.
The deities of the cat pantheon are curious beings, never entirely static. But no matter how they change and alter depending on the needs of their believers, cats all think it is very proper. Gods are never just one thing; they represent a number of different aspects of life and elements of belief. Cat belief, like cats themselves, is highly individual and changes depending on the believer. Cats avoid dogma for many reasons - not the least of which is the word itself! While various temples of the cat gods have rituals they enact, these are often not imitated in other temples or churches of the same god. Cat worship is deeply personal and deeply variable. Often the most devour followers of Tom o'th'Alley never visit one of his shrines, believing (not unreasonably) that any true devotee of the trickster god must be trying to fleece visitors of their money. The same is true of many felines who follow the faith of the Old Striped One... why visit a temple dedicated to his worship, they opine, when they could bein a library or in a curious old shop, trying to learn more of the ways of the universe.
Cat beliefs are fluid, often changing depending on circumstance. Cats might cleave to the trickster when young, before becoming interested in Urbaste as they grow older and nearer to death. The Old Striped One might be a lifelong companion, someone the cat thinks of fondly like an old friend, but never dedicates a prayer. This constant shifting of faith is often considered quite odd by most races, who tend to devote themselves to a single God. Cats simply shrug and wonder... why? Cats change, they say, people change... why should they not change their gods to suit such adjustments? And why shouldn't the gods?