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Raveen Valley

You scramble as far away from the death as possible before collapsing onto a fallen log and checking your wounds. They tingle and burn. x.X You whimper and slip from the log, landing on the ground and brushing against some strange leaves.
"If I were you, I'd get away from that plant," a voice comments from behind you. "Those plants make wounds really nasty."
Taking the voice's advice, you get up hastily and shake brush from your clothing, then turn around. Sitting on the log is a tan cub with a shock of white mane and grey, black, and white wings. His eyes glow eerily in the slight darkness of the forest.

"You're welcome," the cub says finally when you don't say anything. He's annoyed now, you can tell. "I'm Arkanuus. You met my dad earlier, I believe. His name is Bayakuu...?"
Ah, the name rings a bell. You nod in response. The cub smirks slightly.
"I'm an Erosion type, a rarer type from what I'm told." He says this rather proudly, holding his head up haughtily. "My mom's a Wind. I guess Wind and Sand make Erosion."
The cub looks like he's going to say something else, but suddenly a set of deep red gashes appear on the cub's beige hide. He yelps and hisses, but the wounds close up slowly. You step back, o.o;ing.
"Ah...it's okay. It happens sometime. She must have gotten hurt," he answers easily, but not letting you know who "she" is. The cub shrugs and points a paw off in the direction of the trail.

"You should meet Aylani. She's...special." The cub smiles brightly at you. "She was trained by some Kat and so she has special powers. Be careful of her chime-charm!"

You move on. The Battle Prides

The Raveen Kats are (c) to GryphonIce and the background is (c) to me. Nothing on this site is free clipart.