Cinders and Embers

In this world, hierarchy is everything. Rank determines how easy or how difficult your life in the Clan plays out. One is a Commoner, a Low Rank; the other is training to become the Grand Royal, the highest rank. Their paths were never supposed to cross with one another. Fate seems to be pushing them closer and closer, despite the Clan trying to rip them apart. They will face hardships and challenges that will put their friendship and love to the test. They will be beaten, broken, bashed, and crushed by the world around them with only each other for support.

Nobody expects what is about to come; darkness so powerful, it could tear the Clans apart. Rumors begin to arise. Rumors of rebellions, rumors of overthrows, of murders. Of rogues. The Clans have lived in harmony, though the occasional scuffle isn't unheard of. However, peace between them has been disturbed. Stolen prey, strange scents, and odd sightings. It has caused a disturbance between them. Tensions are rising and only time will tell if they will find peace or break out into war.

The fate of the Clans rest in the paws of one Commoner and one Grand Royal. Should they fail, the Clans will burn and all that remains will be a pile of embers and cinders. From the ashes, a dark age will rise, and a new age will begin with the dark forces in control. They can't allow this to happen, but can they stand the trails that await them, or will they crash and burn?