Kitsune

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Kitsune is the Japanese word for "Fox."
These foxes, because I'm not going into the whole freaking story, are born with one tail, gain another tail every hundredorso years (the limit is 9), and can control certain elements. They can have a dominant and a subordinant element, and those elements are:
Earth, Fire, Forest, Storm, Ocean, River, Celestial, Wind, Music, Mountain, Void, Time, and Spirit.
These elements are pretty self-explanatory - Celestials are heavenly, Spirits deal with the dead, and Voidlings deal with darkness.
I roleplay often in a Furcadia dream about this. Currently my character has just been reborn, and I'll continue this whole thing later when I feel like it. Whatever.

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Amethyst Moon let out a great yawn from her tiny mouth, as a large and horribly fluffy tail would unwrap from around her hips to reveal an almost plump belly. Frail legs would stretch and lift her incredibly small form from off a large boulder, and she would step forward before fully falling off of it. She was tiny, and she was fragile, but she wouldn't be hurt by this. Suddenly the form of another, though larger, kitling of the Void element. It would be Feuryin, her mate in her past life, and her memories of him would be carried over into this life. However, they were both far too young for those heavy emotions of love. "Hey, Ryin!" she would shout, skipping over to him and pouncing upon his back, giving a playful nip and nibble to his ears and perhaps even his cheek if she began to slip.
Tiny form awoke in a gasp, and six large, long tails unfurled from her rump. Her form rose softly and looked around her treeden, and upon realizing it had all been a dream she lowered herself again and curled her tails around and over her head even. She looked around her den with those large Sapphire eyes, her violet tailtips, chest, underbelly, ears, and mitts would be hidden from sight, showing only her raven-coloured coating of silken delights. She was certainly an odd little vixen... and she wasn't even sure that this was indeed reality. Could she indeed be reborn as a clumsy little kit, or was she in fact the vixen she knew herself to be? Perhaps she'd find the answer someday. Until then, she'd continue to live life as she knew it.