Thread:HowlToThe3Moons/@comment-39038573-20191009114714

You cannot make clans or tribes pages, unless it becomes usable. You’re not in any trouble, but move it to a blog post. Here’s all of your work: The Tribe of Flaming Skies lights the valley where they live with light. Their pelts seem to glow, however, their speed and agility make up for it. Stealthy cats in this Tribe are considered outcasts, for the sake of their Skyteller, who used to be named Shattered Sky. Her white pelt glows brightest of all. Their Skyteller is wise but cruel. If a stealthy cat is born, the rest of the tribe shuns them. Shattered Sky has been known to finish off weak, sick, or old cats. They rarely get hurt, with no overgrowth and their speed getting them away from danger, but once they do, no cat can help them. The lean, wily cats have no healing knowledge and are not known for their smarts. Their usual appearance seems to be pale yellow to bright ginger fur, with a few gray and brown cats. The cats are judged from the moment they open their eyes. A kit with glowing blue eyes and a sleek ginger pelt will be held in a higher position than a brown-furred cat with stormy gray eyes.

In this valley, appearance is everything. But one case could change it all. The one to change the future has just been born. Come and meet Dashing Rabbit!

The fuzzy cream kit blinked open his dazzling green eyes. He saw a dark gray mound next to him, and a soft white flank was pressed against him. Dashing Rabbit mewled and pawed at the white mound. It turned towards him and spoke. "Hello, my kit. I am your mother, Shattered Sky. Call me Skyteller." The kit pawed at Skyteller some more, then gave up and struggled onto the gray mound. He squeaked as the black spots moved beneath him. Dashing Rabbit fell onto his back, showing his short, fawn colored tail. Skyteller murmured, "Don't hurt Screeching Crow." 