Explinations

Days passed before Graypaw was even willing to look at me again.  Yes, his name was Graypaw.  His parents weren't very imaginative.  I can almost see the thought process, "hmmm... He has grey fur.  Let's call him Graypaw."  You see, classically Furgar names contain two parts.  An adjective and a part of the Furgar anatomy.  The Furgar chief was named Swifttail.

My parents were different, however.  My parents were not both Furgar, you see.  Since the rejoining of the tribes, there have been Furgar pairing with Bastog.  Not a very common practice, but it happened.  Bastog names are different than Furgar names.  Bastog call their children by plant names.  Flowers for females and trees for males.

For example, my mother's name is Rose and her brother is named Oak.  But my parents decided to be different with me.  They went in a whole new direction.  My name is Dusk.  They decided that since my fur is a dusky brown that it was most fitting.

So with all of that explained, let me get back to my story.  So it was days before Graypaw would even lay eyes on me again.  He had really been spooked by what almost happened.  I was sure he felt as I did and wanted it too, but I'm sure he just didn't want to admit it to himself.

He was proud and came from a strong line of fine Furgar stock.  Great hunters.  His father was a real Furgar's Furgar so to speak.  Halfbreed's like me were generally not as highly regarded.  Even though the tribe was one, there were those who frowned upon unions of the two races.

And to make things worse, my father was a trader.  He traded with men.  Men may be our allies, but they are still looked upon with distrust.  And those who dealt with men, were "tainted".  Those same Furgar and Bastog who looked down on my father for dealing with men, were the first lined up to trade for his merchandise, however.  A little sickening if you ask me.

So you're probably wondering how it works when a Furgar and a Bastog mate.  What kind of race am I?  Well, I am a Furgar.  You see, the males take on the race of the father and the females take on the race of the mother in a mixed union like this.  I know.  It's all very complicated.  I guess that's how the Fur Lord wants it.

Who is the Fur Lord?  He is our deity.  He created both races.  From what I understand, he looks like a giant anthropomorphic ferret.  Strange huh?  And I'm totally getting off topic again.  Well, I'll let you sit with this and get back to my story next time.