A/N- Welcome to my new story! I had a dream a few days ago about what would happen if Ahsoka had a sister... and this is my take on it. Please enjoy, and don't forget to REVIEW.

~When the dialogue is in {brackets}, this means it is spoken in Togruti.

CHAPTER ONE

The tribes of Shili rarely communicated with each other; when they did, it was for trade and planet-wide celebrations. The tribe of Tano controlled a vast area in the Western Scrublands, with the smaller Ti tribe bordering them to the borderline flowed and ebbed, never really solid enough for a barrier to be built.

The leader of the Tano tribe was a young female named Karavi, while the tribe leaders of Ti were an elderly couple, Inas and Nevira. Inas thought that Karavi was unsuited for leading one of the largest tribes on Shili successfully, but his mate Nevira assured quiet confidence in the young leader. When the two tribes came together, the two females would usually find each other and discuss, for hours on end, the various problems and successes they had had. Karavi learned much from the wise leader, and brought Nevira's pacifist ideals to her own life.

Karavi stepped outside of her pod, surveying the land. The vast, far-reaching scrublands filled with turu-grass where still today. No akuls, but that meant good hunting. Karavi smiled and stretched, feeling the brisk wind on her skin and headtails.

The camp was just beginning to show signs of waking. Mothers with small babies gathered firewood and water, while the hunters began gathering to discuss plans for the day.

As clan leader, Karavi supervised everything. She knew it would be easier with a mate, but she honestly didn't want one tying her down. Besides, all the men in her clan bothered her to no end.

"{Karavi! Good morning, Karavi!}"

Karavi sighed and turned. Speak of the devil, she thought when the young Togruta appeared. He was one of their strongest hunters, and a very good scout, but a very pathetic choice for clan leader. He was, however, dead set on Karavi for his mate. She just didn't know how to get rid of him.

"{Good morning, Jex. What is the news?}" As she asked, she slipped on the imposing Jewels onto her montrals, lekku, and wrists. Intricate yet simple, they identified her as the leader of the Tano clan.

"{Something... very interesting. I think you'll enjoy it.}" He smiled, but not in the normal way. When a Togruta smiled like he was, the sharp, pointed teeth showed prominently. It was his hunter nature showing through in a sarcastic, grisly form of a human smile.

Karavi frowned slightly and stepped down from her pod. The dirt was cool to the touch, and she sighed contentedly as she asked, "{Really? And just why should I enjoy it so much?}"

Jex grinned savagely again and replied, gesturing to his friends, "{We just found these Separatist droids doing their own scouting missions last night.}"

Karavi's face split into a wide grin, like Jex, as the two Togrutas brought the damaged battle droids forward. She had been following the war from her private transmitter, but she had never expected the war to find its way to Shili, where most of the inhabitants were so widespread and hostile to one another.

When ever she listened to the radio, she listened for one name, one Jedi, specifically. Some nights she never heard a mention of the name, but others were filled of the bravery and good deeds of one Ahsoka Tano.

Her little sister.

Karavi twisted the Jewels on her wrist a few times before she said to Jex, "{Good work, Jex. I am pleased. Destroy the droids, and then after you have disposed of them, take a small party of hunters and scout out the rest of the scum.}" Everyone in the Tano clan was avidly for the Republic, because of their leader's close connection.

Jex nodded and ran off towards Otal and Viran, who immediately brought out their weapons and smashed the droids' heads in. Karavi watched, a smile lighting her face, before she set out to the rest of the village to issue orders.

By mid-morning, the regular group of hunters had set out, knives drawn and lekku tied up. Karavi watched them disappear into the turu-grass, their akul headdresses glinting harshly in the bight sun. She brought a hand up to her own forehead, where no such headdress lay, but instead the proud determination of a clan leader, symbolized in sparkling jewels.

Karavi had never had a liking for weaponry and hunting, but even so she was skilled with the hunting knife. She had found out her talent during the weeks after her little sister had left, when Karavi was so angry that she took Da's knives and started throwing them against the walls of the pod. Da wasn't angry; in fact he was glad that his eldest daughter and heir had finally exhibited some true Togrutan behavior. Poor Da. Now the one who he least appreciated is the leader of his tribe! She shook her head and stared up at the sky. Her Da had always expressed longing for Karavi to hunt down her own akul one day, but he knew it wasn't going to happen.

"{Kara-chan! It is time to prepare the food!}" Karavi cast one more glance out into the turu-grass before turning to face the women. She knelt and took a knife in one hand and a thimiar in the other. As she helped the women skin and clean the thimiars for supper, she chatted with them about various things, from the daily gossip to more serious topics. Such as the war.

One elderly female, Hukan, mother of Viran, had a sharp tongue, and wasted no time in telling the group what she thought of the whole 'mess', as she called it. After a few minutes of non-stop biting remarks, Karavi tuned her out and focused on her duty. She carefully cut the meat from the bones, and tossed it into the center pile. The bones went to another pile, while a jar collected the fat and entrails, for flavoring and to fertilize the ground for crops. The children gathered the skins and tossed them in a large bot to boil.

On her right side, a young female about the age of Karavi worked on the thimiars as well. Ryrara was a quiet, yet extremely sarcastic Togruta. She had an akul headdress, but it was from her lover, not of her own hands. She confessed that she took the same pacifist ideals as Karavi, but her tribe leader had, instead of accepting it, banished her.

"{In the Chakran tribe, all young must have slayed an akul by the age of twenty. I refused, so Jijun gave me one he had made out of a dead beast. He asked me why I wouldn't just follow the leader. I told him that I didn't want to kill something and then wear dirty teeth on my head.}" Ryrara spoke.

The women uttered chirps of approval and laughter, and continued talking and working in a soothing, rhythmic manner.

Almost all of the women in this tribe had a headdress, except for a few strong exceptions. Karavi, Viran, and, ironically, Hukan. Each were strong willed and stubborn.

Lashim said, "{My father would have also forced me away from here if I had not killed the beast. Besides,}" she grinned wickedly, trimming the fat off the skin, "{The one I found had already been dead for a day.}"

Karavi laughed with the other women. The children, wanting to know what had been said, drifted over to their mothers until they were shooed away.

At night, when they all sat around the campfire, Karavi stood in the shadows, facing the plains. Every night, she stood here, watching the stars and wondering where her only family had gotten to. She had never forgotten the pain when her only sibling was taken from her. Ten years had passed, and the pain had subsided more and more every year. Somewhere, you are out there, little sister. Somewhere. Karavi looked once more to the sky and then turned to face her tribesmen.