Long long ago there was once one large tribe in the vast forests and plains of a large land. This tribe had no name, yet for the most part, the people of it lived at peace. The people had evolved from animals, giving them an easy way to hunt for prey, and gather what they needed to survive. Like all peaceful things though, that time came to an end though the years, four separate groups of the tribe had had enough of what each other was deeming as the proper thing to do in times of war and how to protect the women, that the women themselves left the groups, and the four groups within the tribe parted in their separate ways. The women of the group, who still had their senses to a point, split into their own four groups to follow the ones whom they did love, and from there, the four groups of the tribe were settled.

The tribes settled in four different locations, some of them each had their own small subgroups within them. The original group remained in the forest, protected by the trees and the many holes and hills the trees hid for them. The second group left to the desert, leaning how to adjust to the harsh heat to use as a weapon to those who did not know how to handle it. The third group left to the tundra, making their home in the freezing temperatures that in the first year killed off many, though when together in one group, they learnt quickly how to survive. The last group headed to the plains. This group was deemed as the weakest, through the easy spotting in the wide open, and the easy going weather that was bearable.

Although split apart though, each year all the clans would put aside their own differences and come together for a festival around their mating seasons in the spring time. As the ancestors started, they would each spring carry out a festival that lasted two weeks to celebrate the passing of the dead before the birth of any new lives. The ancient texts they had cherished told them that long ago when one died, their spirit would gather in a small flower and wither it, leaving a small faintly glowing black ball. The first week of the festival involved collecting all the withered glowing flowers they could find. Then the first day of the second week, each member would raise them up to the sky then throw them, releasing the spirits of their dead friends and family to the sky to live eternally as the stars above their heads. The rest of the week was spent celebrating the passing on of their old comrades, and the beginning of their mating season, which would continue on until a month after.

This was the ways and life of each member, trying to survive in their own ways in the place they wanted to now live forever onward in.

Tundras are among Earth's coldest, harshest biomes. Tundra ecosystems are treeless regions found in the Arctic and on the tops of mountains, where the climate is cold and windy and rainfall is less than ten percent a year. Tundra lands are snow-covered for much of the year, until summer brings a burst of wildflowers. The average temperature for the Arctic tundra is usually 10 to 20 degrees Fahrenheit. Durring the summer season, which lasts 50 to 60 days, the sun shines 24 hours a day. Below the soil is the tundra's permafrost, a permanently frozen layer of earth. During the short summers the top layer of soil may thaw just long enough to let plants grow and reproduce. Since it can't sink into the ground, water from melting permafrost and snow forms lakes and marshes. There is barely any vegetation that can survive in this type of ecosystem. The plants and animals that make their home here must adapt to survive or die.

This harsh cold wasteland is where one of the four tribes made their new home. Through the years they have evolved into what they are today. With white fur, light colored eyes, thicker coats, horns, and wings. They have thicker coats to protect them from the freezing cold winds and deadly winters. The bottom of their paws have no hair so they can get a better grip on the ice and snow when they run. Their paws are also very thick to prevent them getting cold or getting cut on the ice. Their wings are sometimes used as a barrier from the winds. Somehow they developed small horns on their head and something like crystals along their backs, under their eyes, and along their tails. They are quick like arctic foxes with slender bodies and thin legs.

When all four tribes once existed together there was a law that the males and females were to live separately from each other, but of course come together to mate. The Tundra tribe tried to keep this law alive but through the years it became void. Because of the harsh weather conditions it was safer and more practical to keep the tribe together to keep each other warm. At their most vulnerable during winter storms the death rate had an extreme drop when they were together than when they were separated. Through the winter season they take their animal form to keep warm rather than their human forms. Staying in their animal form until spring. Once spring hits the activity starts as they emerge from their dens. The spring season is short and quickly turns into summer. During the summer they take to their human forms and the males spend most of their time hunting while the females attend to raising the children. But they still do many of their daily activities together and mate starting in spring till the beginning of summer. The occasional winds and summer snow storms have a tendency to interrupt any agreeable weather from lasting to long. Though when winter comes around many of the offspring do not live through their first winter.

The tribe may have thrown out some of the older laws and made new ones of their own but there is one law they could not break. It was called the festival of the stars and it happened every year in the beginning of spring before the matting season could begin. Before making new life they must send off the lives that have already passed. The souls of the dead find their way into the flowers along the Tundra resting there until this ancient festival where they would finally be set free. Each year three tribes travel to a different clans territory to celebrate this ancient tradition. When the Tundra tribe hosts this event they welcome the three tribes even with the tension and war hanging over their heads. During the festival the women dress up in their best clothes as do the men. They carve masks and paint their faces as well as wear large amounts of jewelry and they make a special set of jewelry and a mask for the head of each of the other tribes to show their respect to them. They make a large feast with traditional foods and whatever they have to spare, with it being spring the food is plentiful. They sing native songs and wait until the sun has set and the moon is high in the sky. When the time is right they all find the flowers that have a strange glow to them and cup their hands to accept the small little glowing stars that rest on the flowers. Lifting them up into the sky to set the dead's souls free and for them to fly up into the sky and become one of the many stars that light up the night to live on for eternity. After the festival the mating season begins to bring new life into the world.

Even during a time of war they take the time to have a moment of peace between themselves and celebrate. Drink and eat to their hearts content and dance until their feet can no longer hold them up. With such festivities you wouldn't even know the four tribes were at war with each other. The Tundra tribe always tries to be in the best of moods. Their mating season is a critical time, they know many of their young will not survive their first winter and the more offspring the better. Some of the other tribes will return back to their native land to mate others will mate wherever the festival is taking place and make the trip back home a few days later.

In the Tundra tribe many of the members mate for life. Others choose to mate with different members each mating season. The goal of this being to make the strongest offspring that will survive the harsh winters and turn into essential parts of the tribe. Their spring and summer months are the easiest months for them. Its something they look forward to every year.

Visu sat on top of the cave which they had all huddled in this past winter. He was sharpening the head of his hunting spear. Attached to it were two of his own feathers dangling from the rope that bound the spear head to the wooden staff and some beads one of his younger sisters had made for him. It was hunting season already, most of them men would be taking the first few days of the new spring to go out and hunt. Bringing back large portions of food for the rest of the tribe, mostly the women and children, who were setting up human like camp. Tents made of animal hides and bowls made from rocks and wood. Fires were being made in the melting snow and he looked down at his tribe. The winter had been unkind to them all. Twenty of the pups had not made it to see their first spring. That left ten pups that survived, now running around in the snow in human and animal form. He smiled softly and looked off into the distance to see some men calling to him. He jumped down from his perch.

They all wore their warmest clothes along with their hooded shawls. Even though it was spring it was still cold and to be hunting in the snow it was harder than most would think, to lay on your belly and feel the ice burning any open skin. He did not mate last spring, but miraculously enough his parents did, one of the pair that had vowed to mate for life. Giving him two new younger sisters, both had survived their first winter. One of his other younger sisters who was with child late in the mating season and close to winter did not live, the one who made him the beads for his spear. She had wandered outside the cave with her mate and a few other tribe members early in the winter to try and unearth some hidden food in the snow. To every ones surprise they were attacked by a male bear, a bear who should have been hibernating, she did not make it nor did two other members. Her mate and another member escaped back with their lives, they lost three lives to the bear and the food frozen under the snow.

It was their year to host the Festival of the Stars and they only had a week to gather enough food to feed themselves after such a long winter and then another week and a half to gather food until the other tribes started to arrive. The hunters had their work cut out for them this year. Usually it was just one week of intense hunting before the hunting became sporadic and as needed. The gatherers would also be working twice as hard, usually one or two women took the children (mostly the young girls) to gather berries, leaves, spices, wood, anything they would need to make the paint and banquet. Visu was mourning for his sister and at the same time more than happy he had two little sisters that were strong enough to survive. He trotted off to his hunting group and they went off. Three groups of ten. The older men and some of their warriors stayed behind with the tribe. Their warriors from the war would also be returning home soon, seeing as the war is put on hold during this time. To see who would come back and who wouldn't is a painful time that must be masked with smiles as the other tribes are welcomed.

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