Falling The Glimmer Tribe [🐟]

                                    

                                          
{Mary Sue Type: Classic/God-Mode Sue}
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In the Valley of Mossvale, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The evening air was still, save for the rustling of leaves and the distant call of a night owl. 
High above, two winged cats soared gracefully on the warm currents of the twilight breeze. A flurry of white, grey and cream blazed through the heart of the valley as the two best friends rode the winds that sowed all the various scents of life into the air.
Creek Shade and Amber Fang's sharp eyes scanned the landscape carefully as they flew through the clouds, looking out for any signs of unnatural coloured pelts or any other unusual activity in the area.
They had flown far throughout the valleys, searching for the last surviving remnants of a clan of normal cats called the Splint Clade that had been usurped by a band of insidious intruders: the dreaded Mary Sues.
"Do you think they're still alive?" Creek Shade mused, her voice tinged with concern. With each flap of her water-slicked wings, she felt the weight of uncertainty pressing against her heart.
"Perhaps," her companion replied, scanning the ground below. "But we must hurry. If the stories are true, the Mary Sues are destructive, leaving nothing but chaos in their wake."
The two winged cats had heard the whispers of the forest that echoed tales of how an extraordinary group of cats—boisterously named the Glimmer Tribe—had taken over the territory of the Splint Clade. 
The Glimmer Tribe had entered with their unrealistically bright pelts and overtly exaggerated powers, and it wasn't long before their true nature was revealed: selfish, self-absorbed, and utterly terrible writers of their own epic.
As they glided over the ruins of what had been the Splint Clade's home, Creek Shade felt a pang of sadness. Once, it was a thriving community filled with unity and bravery. Now, it lay in shambles—overturned nests, shattered spirits, and no sign of life. 
The landscape was littered with rainbow-coloured fur, glitter and oversized personalities, each more ridiculous than the last.
"They've taken everything," Amber Fang whispered, as he circled lower, his heart heavy. "Look at this place—their presence reeks of overblown dramatics."
Creek Shade hovered gracefully beside him, her graceful wings folding softly at her side. "We have to find the ones that remain. They're likely hiding in the shadows, trying to escape the madness."
Below them, the vibrant tapestry of the valley unfolded—moonlight-kissed meadows, gentle hills, and the winding Starstream. Yet, in the distance, a dark patch loomed—an area where the air felt heavy with the unrealistic presence of the intruding characters. 
As they glided closer, they caught sight of the former clan territory, now an absurd caricature of itself.
The Glimmer Tribe, resplendent in their outlandish colours—neon pink fur with glittering silver stripes, aquamarine eyes that seemed to glow unnaturally—were outnumbering the beleaguered Splint Clade cats. 
Each invader was adorned with a ridiculous accessory: crowns of flowers woven with diamonds, flowing capes that sparkled even in the midday sun, and an aura of invincibility that made plausible feats look childishly simple.
Mismatched colours flickered like an incomprehensible painting, netting an illusion of what had once been a thriving community of ordinary cats. 
There, under an uprooted tree with glimmering leaves, a group of Mary Sues lounged with an air of smug superiority. Their outrageous appearances—bubblegum pink furs with electric blue tails—were a stark contrast to the earthy tones of Mossvale's native cats.