Kasumi
When Kasumi was born the villagers knew she was special. She was born with the Hatake Clan’s ancient clan markings: a crescent moon on her forehead and four gashes on her cheekbones, two on each side. Another clue was when she opened her eyes they were wise beyond her age, but they were also so very sad.
At three years old she starts wearing a mask that covers half of her face; when asked she says she’s saving her face for marriage, her eyes sad.
She was a genius, at a young age she was one of her nomadic village’s main protectors. Her pack of vicious but adorable dogs following her wherever she goes.
When she came from one of her rare missions at ten years old, with a one-year old, pink haired child in her arms. She said their name was Sakumo and that spiders gave them to her. They see how Kasumi looks at their soft pink hair fondly when she brushes it with her hand; her eyes a little less sad, so they said nothing
A year later, when she brings another one year old, this one with black hair and heterochromatic eyes, they don’t say anything. They just ask where he came from; she says that the birds gave him to her. The villagers shrug and go on with their day. She names him Sasuno; her ayes are lighter.
When she’s twelve she brings a feral fourteen-year-old with long red hair and his one-year old sister. She smiles and says that they are Uzumakis raised by foxes. Both of their cheeks are adorned with whisker marks; the boy with his blood red eyes glares and growls at anyone who looks at his sister except for Kasumi and her small pack; the girl with her blue eyes and red hair charms everyone.
When asked for his name he growls out Kurama. He hugs his sister to his chest and roughly introduces her as Narumi. Kasumi smiles at them, her eyes the lightest they’ve ever seen.
At fourteen she is given her parent’s clan scrolls and secrets. She seals them close to her heart with Kurama’s help.
When Kasumi is fifteen their village is attacked. She stands with Kurama in front of their temporary home, clawed hands stained with blood and with feral looks on their faces. They fight to protect their pack. Her dogs wreaking havoc, tearing their enemies to shreds.
There’s too many of them the villagers realize. They yell at Kasumi to run with the children. Kasumi nods, understanding. The first one she grabs is a six-year-old Sakumo, she places them on top of her fastest dog and tells them to leave. The dog runs fast and far.
Kurama picks up his four-year-old sister and leaves, long hair waving in the wind.
Kasumi looks back at her burning village, picks up a five-year-old Sasuno and disappears.
The villagers accept their fate, knowing that they will have survivors. The children of their village will live, if their children live, their village will live. Satisfied, they close their eyes.