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Mystica
Mystica's eyes slowly blinked open, the red panda lying comfortably in her den, which was covered just slightly with a layer of snow. Sighing to herself, Mystica got up, her long bushy tail, also a substitute for a blanket, uncurled as it returned to it's normal position, lying quaintly behind her. That is, until it chose to get to work.
Sweeping the snow out, Mystica soon saw the brown earth she was accostommed to, covered with ferns, feathers, and many other things, a nice blanket, a luxury she could now have. It was a strange obsession, really. When she found anything comfy or soft and durable on her walks, it went into her den. One would expect her den to be cluttered, but they were all pressed unto the floor, forming a sort of cushion. And others actually questioned why sick patients enjoyed going into her den.
Looking at the tiny room she had built as a sleeping area, she slowly padded out to a much larger room, built to accomadate anything, seeing the different ranges of size in this tribe. And of course, the downy layer was here to, and there was yet another room, where all her herbs were, that smelt a lot like mint. Her healers den was three rooms in total, and very large. It had taken a lot of time, but she had managed to build it with the help of some of the animals in the tribe. Giving a soft yawn, Mystica went into the herb storage, looking at the herbs.
"Catmint, lavender, poppy, alfafa... oh dear, the aloe vera is running out... But it is so prickly to collect... I shall try to find some, then..." Mystica murmured to herself softly. She always wished she could have a garden, though with her large den, she was probably already pushing the limits. Though the plant's main purpose was for burns, which were very unlikely, they were also used to treat skin ailments, or soothe them, anyway. She sighed, walking out of her herb storage and back into the large main room, before looking at the ferns softly waving at the entrance of her den. She slowly padded out, feeling the ferns gently caress her pelt, the red panda looking around. Perhaps someone could help her...
She looked around, seeing the snow blow in, just like yesterday, just that it looked different, the scene. Replaying the scene of yesterday, the difference came into her mind. Yesterday, the tree in front of her was 5 inches shorter. And Laurasia, the owl was in it. She would do, her talons would not be hurt by the thorns and all, so there would be none of the complainings nor the cuts to heal later. Walking over, she cleared her throat gently to get the owl's attention.
"Laurasia? Could you help me carry some plants back to my den?" Her tone was questioning, light, but had a stern edge to show that she was most definitely not joking.
Siva
Siva woke up, her eyes scoping out the land. Ah, yes, she was with the Lunae tribe now. She never could get used to it, being around these miserable creatures made her feel so unappreciated. They should respect her for her talents! Her long, elegant legs picked their way through the snow, the beautiful crane seeming to fit right in, though the graceful bird's arrogant glint did not. Spreading her magnificent wings, the bird took gracefully off into the air, riding the air current gracefully. The wind gently ruffled her feathers, and she felt soothed, calmed, as she swerved, dipped and dived along the air current with ease, enjoying the breeze. Her bracelet gently chimed in the wind, and she cocked her head to listen.
Suddenly, a long, impatient wail that set her nerves on edge. Who would do that? She swooped down for closer look, and found the source. A small, youngster otter, wailing about something minor, probably. However, young as the otter was, Siva was younger. How then, could this... thing, be so immature? Such a puny little thing, how dare it be so impudent as to disrupt her flight? The arrogant bird flew down gracefully, before stalking over, though making it seem a little like a dance. The snowflakes landed on her feathers, but fell of after a few shakes. She stared at the otter meaningfully, enquiring exactly why the otter had just let out a loud wail.
(Just so you guys know, Siva's thoughts are written by Siva's point of view, so dont get offended.)
Could Siva be lead fighter?)