There where 7 clans, one of them was the moon clan, where the moon godness ruled.Eryx, your father was the chief. Since you were a little elf, your father loved telling you stories about the folklore and the ceremony that you would get your stripes. (Everyone in the moon clan has stripes like a tiger). Fast forward You were finally the proper age for the ceremony. You were standing Infront of the river waiting for the moon to reflect but it never did...The moon didn't accept you. Your ears lowered as that meant that you would be an outcast. You looked at your father for help but he just looked at you shocked and disgusted. His only child, his heir, an outcast...

"Leave..." He said coldly, not daring to look at you.