//Darkla has not been on for a week now, so would you all involved be okay with time skipping to camp to save some time? Lilac and Doubloon can tag along if they want to. Anyone is welcome to join them, but they will be taking Song and Leaf back to camp. Since Little is preoccupied with Spark, she won't notice right away hopefully. << this involves the post with Tempest
but most importantly ----> Anyone that has one of Darkla's characters tagged, please find someone else with an open tag to interact with for the time being. I will be messaging her shortly.
Eye of the Eerie Tempest
The idea had already begun to shape itself in his mind. Why was he asking for permission? It is his tribe after all, or at least, it was his tribe. If they played their cards right, Shadow would probably even be thankful for the group returning their children who happened to "wander out of the territory". Though it was not an entirely truthful scenario, he would at least be able to report with his higher powers for a status update on the investigation. If they could find proof convicting Little of her crimes, then that would cross out any reason for exile. Meanwhile, however, he knew that Spirit was probably feeling homesick if she was experiencing any of the ache he was for his lost position, family, and friends. "Let's go, Spirit. We are paying the tribe a little visit." Excitement buzzed around him like electricity. "Song, Leaf -- you want to see your mother?" he questioned, trying to get them excited for the idea. His eyes lingered on Lilac and Doubloon, tentatively asking,"Would you two like to come as well?" A moon ago he would be totally against the idea, but not all of the outcasts were unbearable, to say the least.
Tags: Song, Leaf, Darkness, Doubloon, Star, Spirit, Lilac
Stream Where Small Fish Swim
stream went silent for a moment, wrapping her mind over the situation and the facts behind it. she had never considered who might have really killed moon; she merely knew, from the bottom of her heart, that her half-brother was not capable of cold blooded murder. she went over what she said once again in her mind, trailing back from the moment tempest had discovered moon's body near the isthmus barrier. the rogues had to come in from the barrier because patrols would have reported sightings or scents if they were within the territory. what night said rang in her mind like the toll of a siren: little was the last seen with moon. little, little, little. the mate of shadow; the new leader of the rogue group alongside shadow; the formerly unhappy boatswain that complained when she was not promoted to gunner status; the former apprentice with hopes and dreams that aimed high. her mind reeled.
"little. i believe little did it. she always did hate working as a boatswain from what i can remember of her. i think i reminded her to do her job a number of occasions, even though it really was not in my authority to do so . . ." her voice trailed off, still depicting the plausibility of it in her head before continuing,"and is it not strange that she was the one to bring in shadow? to become his mate so soon after you all took over? it was as if they had known each other previously." stream felt like she was on to something, though she had no idea that many had already come to this conclusion. ice, light, flower, and many more were one step ahead of her: "But obviously I don't have any proof, so it would not matter anyway if I thought it was her, right?" Stream shook her head, frustrated at how hopeless the case seemed. "You probably think I am mousebrained."
Tags: Oil
Flower That Blooms in Shade
Flower did not even receive an answer from Little who was too preoccupied with the return of Fading. There appeared to be some conflict taking place outside, but there was no time to lose. The she-cat bounded forward, dipping her head in greeting to Night. "Hello Night! I will get your net soon as well. Special orders from Shadow to get Little's done first." She hated to lie to the well-known queen; however, Ice was probably beyond frustrated with her lackluster detective skills at this point. The apprentice scooped up as much of Little's old bedding as she could manage, holding back the urge to sneeze behind downy feathers and soft moss. She quickly made her getaway, rushing to get out of the nursery with her tail streaming out behind her in a blurry array of black, gray, and white. Flower bolted to the location Ice had given her, trying to remain "cool" in front of the rest of the tribe. Little did she know that most of their attention was locked on Fading and Little, though why she was unbeknownst. As soon as she saw Ice, her chest was heaving from the adrenaline coursing through her veins. That was one of the most exhilarating moments of her entire life. "Izeuh!" she piped up through a mouthful of moss, only thinking to drop it after she had spoken. "I got the --," she paused, noticing that she was in the middle of a conversation,"the bedding. I got the bedding that you ordered me to clean out taken care of." Flower took a seat, shuffling her shoulders and neck upward in a casual position that only spoke of innocence. "Hi Albatross!"
Tags: Little and Fading (mentioned), Night, Ice, Albatross
Fog from Misty Storm
//could anyone from the tribe find them maybe?
"i took a left away from the den. i walked past the really huge palm tree nearby, and then i kept going straight for . . . probably ten fox lengths. i sorta veered off the path because i found an opening in these gnarled roots, and i found my way through them," his pride showed by his intuitive skills of direction, only to be knocked back down as he tied up his story,"and then the ground started to turn grainy. that is when i found you, and now we are -- lost." mist was on the verge of wailing. he finally made his first friend, someone that was not his sister, and now he was completely embarrassed. his mother would be scolding him for being so ignorant, if they found her that is. mist collapsed, pushing his face to the ground to hide it. "i'm sorry,
i'm sorry -- i'm really sorry!"
Tags: Wolf