Hidden in the depths of mankind, was a kingdom where utopia existed between five clans of foxes and their little companions. They thrived on their own strengths and abilities, unique to every clan. Each having their own role and place, they lived harmoniously under the rules of Foxtopia.
The clans were ruled by the ancient and mythical nine-tailed foxes, who were a symbol of peace and serenity. Each nine-tailed fox had the ability to shapeshift into any form, making its true identity never known. Younger generations would whisper about an indescribable aura that would surround the atmosphere from time to time. Only once every century did they appear under a pink moon, and take on its true form.
Nature, life, and all things were kind to them, until one day, a single nine-tailed fox went rogue. With one goal in mind, to sow discord among the clans and wreak havoc within Foxtopia. Peace was destroyed. Nature too, was unsettled. The earth rumbled and thunderstorms shook the kingdom. Trees were uprooted and the once clear air was now tainted. A heavy and mysterious fog took over the island. Cries were heard, and blood was shed. Chaos reigned. There came a constant battle, where foxes together with their companions began to scheme and fight for power to rule the land.