Prologue - A tribe and it's origin

          Long before humans made roads, houses, or even factories cat tribes roamed the earth. There were three tribes. One of them is unknown, but the two others are still roaming the earth. One of the two tribes is Shroudedtribe. It is a tribe of only dark cats, dark red, dark orange, black, only the darks. The other tribe is Graytribe. Gray cats where only in that tribe. The last tribe is unknown. Cats tried to keep them alive in story but they failed. The tribe named was even lost in time.
        The ways of the tribes where lost in years of dishonesty, disloyalty, disasters, and many other things. The ways of the tribes changed. They did not change for the better, they changed for the worst.
        Tabby cats used to be treated with respect, but now they are treated as outcasts. They are either left with people to be treated as pets, or killed. White cats are cats with lighter colors have been not born for decades. But, if one was born who knows what would happen to them.
        Some ways were not lost. The names for instance. A tribe leader has stone in the back of their name. It symbolizes the unbreakability of a stone. stones cannot be bent they will be thrown into a river and stay there not damaged too much. A tribe watcher (one level higher than  learner) first part of his/her name is something that matches them. An example is, Zanytiger. Zany is the first part. Tiger is the part that will stay with that cat forever. A healer name would be healer. An example is; Healerwhisper. A kit would have Small in it. For example: Smallriver.
       A leader is not chosen it is the original leaders descendants. The first daughter/son will become the leader. If that son/daughter shall die the 2nd son or daughter will become leader. If that son/daughter is tabby it shall die..... If a gray cat is born in Shroudedtribe they will give it to the other tribe.
       For thousands, maybe millions of years a white kit or light cat has never been born. Far into the forest in the nursery in the Shroudedtribe a kit was being born. In deep sleep between two comfy mosses lay a kit sound asleep. It's eyes not yet open to the world. It was kit, but it was the first white kit to be born in centuries.