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𝕫𝕚𝕥𝕜𝕒𝕝𝕒☁female*Username: Caulicobra
*Viscet Name: Zitkala, Native American name meaning "bird"
*Viscet Gender: Female
*Viscet's Biological Gender: [For breeding purposes] Female
*Prompt: [Max 1800 words and 2 art pieces.]
the tribe of soft feathersan old greatly feared viscet tribe that were like ancient native americans, wearing their feathers proudly. feathers varied based on your place in the tribe; young viscets in the tribe often had a maximum of 5 feathers on their head feathers/necklaces. the hunters often had a maximum of 10, and the warriors had a maximum of 12. elders had a maximum of 15, and the leader of the tribe had as many as they wanted.how did it start?it all started when she first got her head feather. she got it from catching her first fish; which was a great accomplishment for a young viscet. by young, they meant 2 month old viscets. not over 5 month old viscets.
the young viscet wore her head feather with great pride. but by her age, the other visclings had already gotten their 5 feathers. the other young viscets laughed at her, saying that it took her so long to catch 1 fish. but she still tried to have faith in herself.
later, she went back to her hut and laid on her straw bed. was she really behind? did these feathers mean the world to the others? even her parents talked about how she grew to be older, she would probably be behind in her ranks.
ugh. how can i improve? how can i be what others want me to be?she scowled.
maybe i'm the one who should settle down and focus. maybe i'll worry about it tomorrow. with that, she set the fire out for the night.
rise, but do not shineshe woke from her sweet dreams, and yet out a great yawn. the other viscets smirked and laughed at her.
“my dad did better than that when he was 2 months old! he had caught 5 fish in one fishing trip.” one laughed.
“wow, she can’t catch 2 fish? i feel bad for her when she grows older!” another said.
she hung her head low, taking off her head feather.
“you know, you don’t have to take it off just because someone says something.”’ a voice in the distance said.
she turned her head. “over here!” she looked over. there was a odd viscet standing in the sunlight.
almost all the tribe members were the fiery colors; yellow, orange, or red. but this one, they were the exact opposite. they had no feathers, and they were black and light blue.
“huh? who are you?” zitkala asked.
“my name’s sammy. you know how they bully you for having only two feathers? i have none at all.” sammy said.
zitkala held back a gasp. this was the tribe of soft feathers, where feathers were very important.
“i’m planning on making my escape… when i’m older. i just want to live as a loner, without these fools.” she said.
sammy left, going back into the sleeping areas to catch some more shut eye.
should i escape this place, too? i mean it is my tribe, even if i’m not the most well liked…
fire!a few months later, the place where the feathers were being stored had caught on fire. but how?
sammy and zitkala sat by the shore, laughing about the one apprentice that had apparently had a fish as a pet.
“fire!” someone yelled. zitkala looked over, and there was a fire. the place where the extra feathers were stored had caught on fire.
zitkala quickly got water and extinguished the fire. the crowd cheered. most of the feathers were saved, but some weren’t.
zitkala got her new necklace; it had three feathers just like the ones on her headfeather. “congrats!” the tribe leader said.
but her and sammy were still planning an escape. she truly didn’t feel happy on the island- she was still getting teased. sammy was having no better luck, as she was also getting teased more and more everyday.
now that she had saved the feathers, the others somewhat liked her. they still weren’t best friends, but still.
escape!she woke sammy, and went out of the cabin. sammy got the canoe and paddle, and they started rowing.
they were just getting somewhat far when a huge wave swept over them, drowning them into the water.
sammy swam back up, but zitkala wasn’t having as much luck. “heeelp!” she screamed, but it seemed like it was only her.
there was nothing, or nobody to help her. she held her breath.
a second seemed like an hour down there, but then she was pulled back up. but the thing that had pulled her up already had swam away.
on shore
they finally got there, after hours of paddling. they were on the shore of some new place. but where? that was for zitkala to find out later. later, after she got some shut eye.
do I like my feathers? maybe. they're a symbol that i was once in the tribe, but it doesn't mean i like them. meh. is it neutral? possibly. maybe.Extras: [Total of 4 if wished. one art OR 400 words is one extra.]
Extra 1:
art, here!
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art: later on, as a loner, she goes on an adventure to a distant island, having to face the roaring sea, and she observes the beautiful sunset. Extra 2/3 (combined)
the old forest. the wind howled like a wolf did to the moon, and it was dark in the forest. zitkala had to use only the moon's light to guide her through the forest.
she pawed through the shrubs and twigs, getting a thorn stuck in her paw. she whimpered in pain, and had to carefully take it out. she eventually had to lay down to rest. how big is this forest? she wondered. she closed her eyes for a quick sleep, before continuing in the old forest.
✩𝖉𝖆𝖄𝕷𝕴𝕲𝕳𝕿✩(daylight)
yawning, the cet woke up from her slumbers. even when the sun was shining, the forest was still dark. suddenly, she felt icy air around her. she swore she heard talking, but she was in the middle of a huge forest. who else could be there? she decided to play some detective.
"who's there?" she called out. no response. she looked behind a bush. there was nobody there. the talking seemed so close... but there was no viscets nearby.
"reveal yourself!" she said.
there was still no viscets. but the talking came again. this time, it seemed more mumbly and less like a normal viscet. it sounded like a young viscet talking nonsense.
the talking stopped suddenly, and the icy air was gone. it was now just the normal morning temperature.
she got distracted by some berries. "mmm, berries!" she said, gobbling them up greedily.
she continued her journey through the old forest, when suddenly she came across a sign.
it said to not enter that part of the forest, but she paid no attention to the sign. besides, what that bad could be in a forest?
she entered it. the air suddenly felt more icy than before. she then noticed a sign that read. "you did not listen. do you dare continue, or turn back now? i advise you turn back. if not, be up for a real adventure."
what did that mean? but it was probably just some pranksters wanting to cause trouble. but it wasn't close to halloween. so it wasn't a halloween prank.
she heard talking almost right there. there was no visible viscets. but she did see something. a ghost? that was just an old tale to scare the young viscets back home. ghosts haunting their nightmares.
there was another... ghost ?? behind the other "ghost" there was another clear, white figure standing there. "leave" the closest one seemed to say.
the voice was muffled; so it was hard to hear. suddenly, she tripped over something.
she looked at what had tripped her. it was a spoon. one, single, little spoon, just sitting on the ground. the clear viscets seemed to smirk at her now.
then she noticed yet another sign. "spoon tribe" it said.
that's it. these ghosts were old members of the spoon tribe. well, she never heard of it.
things started moving around there and she got scared, so she ran. "note to self, don't go back into that area."
but it followed her. the leaves on the trees started crunching, falling to the ground for no reason. the ghosts were territorial. she ran as fast as she possibly could to get out of there. and, she was finally out. she was very scared of those ghosts, and she promised herself never to go back into the forest.
extra 4:
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