A Tribal tale of kits [Slow updates!!!!]

A Tribe Ruled Forest

Deep in the forest parts of the island, there was a cave that reached deep down underground. At the bottom, a large clearing with smaller caves inside. Mostly unexplored by humans, the deep clearing was completely hidden as if it didn't exist. So that lead to A tribe of another Race being formed there.

The Kitlings.

Lead by a tribe healer, they lived with the cave as their autumn and winter home. But in the summer and spring they roamed the darkest parts of the forest, hunting, stealing and scavenging for things to help them survive the cold. Their calendar did not follow any sort of orbit, it followed the shape of the moon. Every eight full moons, they either left the cave or entered.
How do they know when time is up?
The tribe healer had the strongest member climb to the top and look at the Moon every day.

There were four classes of tribe member that any kit could choose to be.
A hunter, a thief, a guard or a watcher.

The hunters spent most of their time hunting in the summer and spring.
In fall and winter, they become helpers to the tribe healer.

Guards protected the winter home of the tribe, and in the summer, they defended the summer camp

Thieves stole anything useful from humans

And watchers were always on a sort of patrol
They watched everyone
Spied on humans
And always knew what was happening in their home.

Their affinity with nature and their Savage tactics lead them to be known as Foresters to the few who knew them.

The Foresters.

The tribe to bear the their to aid in the rescue of people.