:_Mawaqi the bird thief_:

[Frosty beginnings]

In the beginning, there was a mere mortal, simple minded and frail. With one goal, to rescue and save any who are hurt, or in wrongful clutches. But a fool he was. During the snow, he was stripped of everything, all fell fatigued and slowly wisped away, away, to the stars to join them. Him, the sole survivor grew wiser. His coat stained by the cold, leaving him a semi-domestic look. He went upon his journey and quest again, but with more in mind, he went farther this time. Proclaiming himself to be a savior of the weak cubs he had watched grow strong. But they all eventually left, there was a group, ones who departed from the pride but always found their way back, with new items, and trinkets to show, story’s to tell.
Another cold storm hit, all fell ill again. This time, he prayed to the stars, they responded blessing him, giving him a more primal, and fierce look. But not like others. No, no much smaller, but faster he was. He quickly went to work, hunting, and gathering herbs for the herbalist. To heal all who where Ill, he prayed to the stars again, asking for their guidance. They never gave any, just a blessing of the snuh. The dense cold became their home, and didn’t wear them anymore, it reassured the pride. No attackers dare fight them. Not anymore. But what is, cannot always be.
Another with a echoing pelt took place, with pride. And Try's to fill the shadow left by the first, Snowy, Snowy man the first.
After the echo, after the deafening cry. Now stood one with pelt of blue. Warily walking by, a stolen poachers gun in their maw. Still yet to earn their blessing.