You're a thirteen year old Therian who lives in a large group or clan of Therians children. Yet you're the only one who is force sensitive. You're sitting by a river to catch fish with your hands for dinner for you and your "clan", when you smell something. Humans. Not just any humans. Clones. You snatched up your mask (which is painted at birth on which kind of animal you are) and put it in your bag, before snatching up your small dagger and looking around.