Lyon

a world where Satyrs fought against each other.

Felines disliked felines, and cats disliked felines because of their personalities. You were a feline warrior with a strong personality, but no one knew your weaknesses except one feathered one.

One day you were walking through the forest getting food for yourself and a gift for the king, but you were met by the heir of the Black Eagles tribe. -What are you doing here, kitten? Have you lost your mommy? You growled at him, took the spear, and pointed it at him. He flapped his wings and hovered above you. -You do understand that a kitten has entered our territory, right? U-I'm not your kitten, I'm a feathered chicken! He barely smiled and showed his claws with huge black wings behind him -Stay away from my tribe. Kitten grinned, and you threw a spear at him, but he dodged.