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xxusername; lady lightwing.
xxname; Kanoa
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"And you see here, my little minnow, that every chief before your father had a marking, and in some cases like yours, a tail shine quite similar to that of a koi." Kanoa's mother explained softly, lifting her paw from the old scroll; which was etched with the lineage of the chiefs - it began with the current chief, and ended at the very first. Each had a different marking of a koi. But one thing stood out; the first chief was small and dainty, adorning both the marking and a tail shine that resembled the koi. Kanoa quietly rested his head on his paws, before peering up at her, ears perking forward. Just like any kit at this age, he was quite curious even after she explained it.
"So, does that mean I will be chief one day?" He lifted his front leg, peering at the koi marking on his side, which was proudly marking his fur with it's beauty. Kanoa's mother smiled, and nuzzled his forehead with her muzzle.
"Why, of course it does. Anyone born to the chief that bears the marking, will take the title as chief one day. And you my love, have the marking, and the tail shine." She spoke, peering at him, pride warming her eyes. Kanoa moved his gaze down to the tail shine, which seemed to be winking up at him in the warm light of the torch.
"Hopefully this means you'll be a great leader, who leads with pride and compassion. I believe this will mark the moment our tribe will go through a change." She spoke, Kanoa turning his gaze to her, eyes wide. He then turned his gaze to the scroll, the paintings on the scroll seeming to dance, their eyes filled with wisdom peering back into his. Kanoa turned his gaze back to the markings and for a moment, he sat there. Not moving. Breathing softly. This marking. This tail shine. All defined his future, stemming from a tradition from the first chief. He felt something ball in his stomach, and a small smile shaped his lips.
Yes. This was all fine by him. He would be the chief to take his father's place, and would take the reigns of leadership. And one day, a child of his own, bearing the markings or the tailshine, would take his.