Nebula

Nebula was brought into the pack a little after he turned 6 moons old. 

Being the second out of two wolves with hetero eyes, Nebula tended to stay near $$.

Nebula's eyes always drew attention, one black and one white, but he tried to ignore it. 

One day, someone noticed his claws. His claws had been a dark grey, but now they seemed to match his glaucous pelt more. 

"What is this?!" Asked a wolf suspiciously. 

"Is that a sign that he's a traitor?" Asked another. 

Lilachoof strode forward, her head held high. Her grey fur swished as she neared, and Nebula dipped his head respectfully. 

Every wolf watched Lilachoof as she examined Nebula. Turning, she looked upon the wolves around her. 

"Have you forgotten Raya? Or Moonstruck? Maybe you don't remember poor little Mara who is always left out!" Lilachoof said loudly, her blue eyes like fire. "Hey Tundra, how about we show everyone your little freinds, shall we? Or how about your claws? Badger, look down at your pendant."

Everyone looked at each other, partly afraid about Lilachoof throwing out accuses. 

Lilachoof shook her fur, the pretty sapphire pendant jingling softly. 

"Those are not marks of enemies, or spies, or traitors. They're marks of the Dreamlands, and they've been specially gifted to you all. Some of you, including Mara, were born with these marks. But Nebula was gifted. His mark is Luna, whereas some of you have violet eyes which marks a state of the Dreamlands. Selenite claws are a mark, so are Selene Ornate Spots."

Every wolf guiltily looked to the ground, at each other, and those with Dreamland marks looked down at their marks. Although a few of them couldn't since it was their eye colors.