Corpulence makes a man reasonable, pleasant and phlegmatic. Have you noticed the nastiest of tyrants are invariably thin?
— Gracchus, Spartacus
"As far as brains go I have the lion's share, but when it comes to brute strength... I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool."
These werecats are always lean and hungry: starved for food and drink, ravenous for knowledge. They literally can't get enough of either. By the time he reaches middle age, a Bubasti has acquired a huge library, a host of enemies, and a mortgaged soul. His power is often vast - these cats are masters of Shadow Craft and even darker arts - but it's never enough to satisfy him. The average shadowcat can eat a table's worth of food in a single sitting and not gain a pound of weight. This curse gives them an endless appetite, and they pursue it with abandon.
—Werewolf: The Apocalypse - Breedbook: Bastet