I am Bijli, living life in the jungle with a clan of misfits. My mother, Katrina, is "The Queen of the Bor Jungles," which technically makes me royalty. The problem? My brothers think my majestic roar is a meow and that I am more likely to being the King of a Cat Café than the Grasslands. This whole 'Prince' thing is complicated. First, I need to survive my family. Then I'll worry about trading a kitten-sized meow into a ballistic-roar.