I was born during a bad time. War raged between my family's clan and the Soinan clan. Infact, I was born during a battle.
I suppose you expect me now to say how when I was delivered to this world I magically destroyed all that was bad and then my parents disowned me, or that perhaps my mother died protecting me? Well stop being cliche, this is no fairy-tale.

When I was born, a great warrior was born beside me. He was the reason our clans fought - he was the promised kin, and whoevers clan he was in would rule above all.
I, however, was the female twin; thought to have taken all his caring and loving ways into my soul, and he take all my will, courage and fire to his. Funny how legends are thought to always be true.

Well well well. It was during that moment I felt my mother's blood spill, splattering both of us. The first blood I tasted was of my own kin. He didn't get the taste, and instead started cleaning himself off with his petite, clean white paws and small pink tongue alike a rodent would. You know...I never caught his name. Not once.
Grab him and Run! a lower voice roared, and my oddly matched, large eyes watched in interest as a theif from the Soinan clan scooped up my brother in crimson arms; then noticed me and fled. My dark features, highlighted by a firey-substance of a mane had scared off this fully-fledged krawk. It was not long after that the raging battle ended as quickly as it had started, and I was found...alone.

I was a freak, and always had been. I was born not just shadow, but with an odd, unburning flame marking different parts of my body, grey hands, belly and face markings, ears and horns. Since when was that normal for a krawk? The only explination I ever heard that was reasonanble was that my unknown father was a draik. Well it didn't matter because I was an outcast, and it didn't help when I sprouted my wings. In kindness and sympathy, or so I thought only to later realise it was set by an old rule that the clan must never banish a krawk for their features, the clan let me hang around, much to their dismay, for I was good natured, small and therefore not much to handle - and a female. It was decided I would be a Khais, though the males thought of it distatfully...
I looked like a warrior, though I was supposed to be good natured and beautiful. A khais is a breeding female, said to have something that makes them unable to fight...and they were always gorgeous. There was no other place in the clan for me, and I still rejected it. I would be no object, even if it helped the clan!
Why must you be different, Komari?
I will remember those harsh words to my dying day, spoken so kindly yet cruely by the leader - an old grey krawk full of wisdom and fiest. I hung my head, unable to answer, holding back my hot, salty tears. I knew my calling in life, but wasn't going to admit it.
You know what you must do. For the clan, free us of this burden. We cannot banish you, you must set yourself free as a bird from it's nest does It was almost enough to make me tear him apart, though I respected him too much, and instead turned my heel sharply and left.

It was the cool breeze that hit my face disorientingly that made me come to my senses to what I'de done. A krawk that left their clan had no chance...well, one my age. I had never learnt to fight, defend myself, or have any survival instinct whatsoever! Why had I forgotten that rule? Why was I so dense? I was alone, scared and vulnerable, and I knew it...I had gotten myself into this hole, and now it was too deep to climb out of. Only fate could decide my direction from here on in.
I wondered the forest for hours, lost to this new world my clan - no - the clan I left, only spoke of with forked tongues and a firey dispise. Though how could they hate it so? It was so...relaxing, comforting..It was the gentle rays of light beating upon my raw hide illuminecently, small bugs hopping through the long, wind-blown grass that were on a mission never spoken that calmed me so. Everything was so free...natural, normal...right. Dew shone on the webs made by widows, and the silvery-white ghost-gums twisted magically; windblown and beaten into a spiraled shape. It was perfect for a krawk of this region to hide in...except me. I was so different...Why was I a shadow and not a ray of white light?
Had it not been the glint of golden eyes, I wouldn't of noticed the form of a tall, white warrior amidst the silver forest; this was his territory, and I had intruded. He had to the right to kill me there and then...
P..Plea...please don't...hurt me I managed to choke out in horror, realising he was of the Soinan clan. I dropped to my knees, a silent plead, dropping my head in respect as I'de done so many times before. I waited for what seemed hours, though never looked up once, even when I felt a warm palm on my shoulder and saw the glint of some form of weapon; I shut my eyes tighter, wishing he would hurry, though I felt no cold, and instead felt him remove his hand from my shoulder, grab my chin gently in thumb and forefinger and raise it higher till I was forced to stand and look at him. I slowly opened my eyes, realising how much taller this perfectly snowy-white male was to me and shuddered...he too had mismatched eyes, and even if they were much less intense than mine they were still wrong. A soft, loving and seductive smile set on his face, and he let me go. Who are you, and what are you doing in these parts, missy? he questioned, obviously breaking his clans laws and mingling with outsiders...maybe he knew, though, that I was a nomad...
I...I have no clan and...umm...I...You see- I began to stutter, only to be cut short by his rumbling yet quiet laugh. I stopped, staring at him unknowingly, and with a great white hand ruffled my forelock; Settle down. I'll take you to my clan and we'll see what'll happen. Though beware, because they have their own language as each clan does, and don't know I can speak this language I do, so you must not tell or speak.

zomg in progress :x

So basically she leaves her clan and is captured by another because her survival skills are like, terrible. Then she finds a way to communicate with them (because all clans speak the language of their particular clan, and so they didn't understand eachother) and gains their trust and she then trusts them and is taught to fight and actually be able to survive on her own. But when one day someone important dies, they think it was her bad magic (they were supernatural skeptics, ohk?), and she is chased away never to return. Then she gets into a fight with a white male krawk and he beats her to a pulp, then Whisper is riding through the woods like all happy little girls should on Koalvolt when she finds Komari and heals her using her magic, because Whispy is magic. Well, magical remedies, anyway XP