The succession trial is simple, you have to show your all to everyone with a say on the matter and make them vote for you, they will choose who they swear loyalty to, and the chosen one must swear back in both respect and gratitude to the men placing their trust on him, but how does one show their adequacy? Well, the answer is rather easy.
You don't have to show your wits because they are already proven through your political and military feats known by everyone so in order to prove our worth showing our martial skills and showing the strength of our lineage.After stepping forward into the arena I saw my half brother descend from it "poor bastard", no great feats he holds, pampered since birth nothing to offer he has; I would be surprised if he could boil water -too stiff- I said as we bumped our shoulders, I didn't turn around nor I need to, I could imagine him fuming, I had to kill my desires to laugh and faked a solemn face, a servant brought me the ceremonial sword -I humbly present myself to the great council, grade my skills as you deem worthy- my half-brother's skills aren't bad but there is a circunstancial difference between our techniques, he doesnt know how it is to take a life, how it feels to fight for your life, his technique might be refined and catchy but mine is battle proven, agressive, whilst others wait for gaps I create them, fierce attack after fierce attack, this is the technique of those who know the horrors of war and the urge to live admist a field of death and sorrow; my fast slash, thrusts and pivots in an agressive onslaught of movements renders everyone speechless, the only sound of the great arena was the clink of the blade with the guard as I sheathed the sword; it's clear I impressed them... the throne is practically mine.You might wonder "Isn't it a bit too early to claim victory?" "what about the last test?" which surely would lead you to question "How does one prove the lineage?" easy... in our world, since the beginning of time we have been blessed with a distinctive skill, humans in this world can turn into animals, we can shift into the protector animal who looks over our families... I clasped my hands together exhaling slowly, I focused on myself, my heartbeat, the blood circulating my vessels, the feels of my skin against the clothes, deeper, I dived even deeper inside me "I greet you oh great beast, grant me your blessing if you will", the arena was filled with light, I could feel it, I was transforming, for the first time I was about to unleash my true nature... my teeth turned into fangs, my nails turned into claws and my skin grew a thick protective furr "I can feel it, I can feel the power now to start my reign" I moved a paw forward, inhaled and cast a roar from the depth of my guts -MEOW!-
"MEOW!?"