- Weather -
Current Season: Summer- The sun hangs high in the sky, giving off a comforting warmth that makes all tribe cats want to curl up and soak in its rays. But alas, the life of a tribe cat can be too busy to indulge in such laziness.
Current Season: Summer- The sun hangs high in the sky, giving off a comforting warmth that makes all tribe cats want to curl up and soak in its rays. But alas, the life of a tribe cat can be too busy to indulge in such laziness.
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[ Shimmering Dawn ] | [ Burned Claws ] | [ Winding Halls ] | [ Flowing Mist ] | [ Dark Ice ] | [ ʻO Ka Wai Gula Ka Makuakāne ] | [ Freezing Frost ]
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Simonpet wrote:Light of Morning Sky basked in the glow of his namesake. The sun warmed his long fur and his whiskers quivered slightly. Though the Tribe was at the top of the world, they rarely got a warm sun. He heard the crunching of frost behind him and turned to see Rabbit padding up to him. Light cocked his head. "How are you?" he asked.
Rabbit's tail twitched. "I'm doing well!" she replied. "Are you going to take Owl out for training?"
"Not yet. We can let the to-bes sleep in a while longer." Light sat down and began washing himself. Rabbit sat next to him and did the same. After a while, Light spoke again. "It's a beautiful morning, isn't it?"
Rabbit looked away briefly before bringing her gaze up to meet his eyes. "It is."
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Sun sniffed the ground balefully. "How do you stand this snow all the time?"
"Frost," corrected Stone. He glanced at Sun and his tail quirked in amusement. "Your fur'll grow out nice and long before you know it."
"What if it doesn't?"
"It's not too bad," mused Hawk, "once you've gotten used to it."
Sun snorted. "Well, at least the caves are nice and warm."
"Something to look forward to, then!" exclaimed Stone.
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[ The Tribe consumes one vole and one bird. ]
[ Frostteller visits the Ancient Stones to ask for a prey-hunter. ]
[ Frostteller looks for herbs. ]
[ Hawk, Stone, and Sun go on a patrol (no to-bes). ]
[ Rabbit, Red, and Shadow go hunting. ]
[ All to-bes train. ]
[ The Tribe of Endless Hunting has sent The Tribe of Freezing Frost a prey-hunter ]
[ Frostteller gathered rosemary and chamomile while herb hunting ]
[ Hawk's patrol found a guard ]
[ Rabbit's patrol caught two ermines ]
[ Owl and Dust learned the Fish skill while training ]
[ Wren learned the Strategy skill while training ]
[ Lichen learned the Basic Fight skill while training ]
[ Frostteller gathered rosemary and chamomile while herb hunting ]
[ Hawk's patrol found a guard ]
[ Rabbit's patrol caught two ermines ]
[ Owl and Dust learned the Fish skill while training ]
[ Wren learned the Strategy skill while training ]
[ Lichen learned the Basic Fight skill while training ]
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Frosty Reed wrote:Astraeus glanced at Rosemary from the corner of his eye as she plopped down on their nest besides him. They seemed to be indifferent to the world but in the short time he had known them he learnt they were very good at hiding their feelings. The dull tabby could tell they were mad or sad because they hadn’t started chatting like a starling within the first two heartbeats. He pondered if he should question the tortie.
He didn’t need to as it turned out because just as he was opening his mouth to talk to them, a loud argument filled the bull-rushes. He sighed. Of course that was why Rosemary was upset. “You know you can’t keep dealing with this, right? Tell them to stop, I’m sure they would listen to you.” The torbie huffed and shuffled their brown and white paws closer to them, clearly not liking this topic. “ Sure. Astraeus , what does your name even mean?” Astraeus frowned and not just because they basically just insulted his name. They were avoiding the subject but maybe the subject would be better for later.
“Blossom of Rosemary.” He stated their name rather bluntly, causing the cat to tilt their head with a slight ‘ yes?’. “Isn’t that a weird name to you? All the tribe names are pretty strange to me, interesting but strange all the same. They’re rather long so you chose to adress yourselves by your shortened name.”
“ Do you want a tribe name? ...I can imagine it might help to keep familiarity and the tribe is obviously fine with it but the option is there. You are a star-given cat after all.” Astraeus was pretty sure he would be fine with a new name but the whole tribe being so free was strange to him. Surely it would be uniform and more of a unit instead of what is was? It was weak in unity and that showed in Moth and Wren’s relationship. Duskseer wasn’t strict and Astraues had even wondered why he was the healer in the first place, Briar would be much more suited with his intelligence yet lack of sympathy. He shook his head to get rid of the thought but when he heard the muffled sigh of Rosemary he realised that they were still engaged in conservations. He felt his ears heating up in embarssment. “No! I mean to the whole tribe name thing, not having a tribe name thing? You can call me...” He tried to recall something of significant importance to him and then he remembered the river shore he first met Rosemary who lead him to the tribe. The splash of water against the rocks, the creaking of the branches in the breeze and the bright bird song of sunshine. “Call me Splash. River that splashes against shore.” Rosemary smiled at him.
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Spark was running again. He felt like he never stopped running from the guilt that closed in everytime he shut his eyes. Everytime he wasn’t distracted by his job it was the same. It still hadn’t got any better. Spark wished his mother was there. She would know how to lead a group properly instead of always just hoping for the best. He was never actually taught how to do this and he knew it showed in his actions yet she wasn’t with him anymore... It wasn’t the time for thinking of her. He just had to escape the foxes and reach the light one more time. He crashed into a bramble and then the world was covered by russet and white fur.
- Moth stalks off on a lone patrol again.
- The Tribe consumes two squirrels.
* Briar, Duskseer, Rosemary and Splash hunt.
+ Web and Swift are taken on border patrol by Wren
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monspurr wrote:The Tribe of Burning Embers is an isolated one. They have burrowed their homes into the very skeleton of the Ember Hills, a hot, sunny mountain range with rocky soil and a massive volcano rising above all others. Smoke peels away from it’s gaping hole at the top with every passing week, and some days the skies are black with soot and ash expelled into the atmosphere. The volcano is not dormant, but the Tribe of Burning Embers has been around for so many moons that they have grown accustomed to the trembling underneath their paws which tells them of every new eruption. With every few years, the territory is destroyed, the Tribe is displaced from their home, and they return with a fiery vengeance once the ash has settled and the prey has returned to the incincerated foliage. Just south of the hills is the Stillwater Basin, and further south is Nightwatch Woods, which is the tribe’s natural respite from the smoke of their natural home. The Stillwater Basin has cool, clear, and calm water no matter how the volcano is rumbling, and Nightwatch Woods is always crawling with nocturnal prey and unaware rabbits.
The Tribe of Burning Embers has been known to be stubborn and frighteningly religious. They believe their fates to be tied to the volcano and its eruption cycles, and so they continue to live right at its base. They see every natural event as a single sign; ash clouding the sky is sign of impending disaster, a single, lonely falcon is sign of emotional turmoil, a week of sweltering heat is a week of following prosperity. The leader of the tribe, the empress or emperor, are most equipped to interpret these signs, but very specific cats are also trained in this skill. The tribecats often use these signs to tell their future and gain insight on the events around them. As such, they are known as a mystical, earthly group with sometimes odd and strange ways.
The Tribe of Burning Embers not only believed in the Tribe of Endless Hunting, but also believe in an extended pantheon of important figures and deities. They honor their ancestors well, but most commonly pay tribune to Fire Hovering Over the Water, a cat with fur of licking flames, who lives every morning and dies every night, only to rise from the ashes once more. He is seen as the instigator of every natural event, and worship of him is tied irrevocably with worship of the volcano. He is seen to have been born from it, and with every solstice and equinox the clan offers food to the great volcano.
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Emperor/Empress: The primary leader of the tribe, and the firsthand communicator with the Tribe of Endless Hunting.
Emperor/Empress To-Be: A young cat in training to become Emperor or Empress following the death of the former.
High Priest/ess: Since the leader of the tribe is so often taken up by their duties to their ancestors and interpreting signs, the High Priest/ess has taken over a healing role, and takes care of their tribe mates.
Priest/ess: A tribe cat in training to become the High Priest/ess upon the death of the former.
Cave Guards, Prey-Hunters, To-Bes, Kit Mothers, Kits, and Elders: Common roles in tribe life.
The Hierophant: A cat in charge of justice. The peacekeeper, settles disputes within the clan and is sworn to carry out sacrifices to the volcano. Every full moon (or one week irl), the Hierophant takes three servings of prey and throws it into the volcano to please their ancestors.
[ The Tribe of Burning Embers has been founded ]
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:.Duplex.: wrote:The Tribe of Crashing Tides lives in a flat area with very interesting foliage. The trees are twisted into odd shapes, the ferns are large and spiny, and the grass is very tall in some parts of the camp and surrounding areas. The beach and ocean are nearby to the north, and it's a gorgeous view. It's a very common place for cats to go, but they must go in a group of three or more. To-bes and kits must have older cats accompanying them. The only twoleg place nearby is a village and the twolegs don't visit the tribe's's territory very often. The temperature is very warm, and most cats are short-hairs because of that. (Mostly because of natural selection oof)
Most of the tribe pitches in to raise the kits, and as a result of this, asking a member of the Tribe of Crashing Tides who their parents are will sometimes get an answer of three or more cats. Polyamorous/polygamous/open relationships are accepted as well.
The tribe is very nurturing towards newcomers, and will often do the equivalent of offering tea and cookies before sending them on their way. However, the tribe values conformity, and will often frown upon somebody who doesn't uphold the same values that they do.
Thry have some different naming conditions, such as the Healer doesn't change their name, it's just an additional title. Cats are also not named for the first thing their mother sees, and are instead named for something that resembles their appearance. (e.g: A white cat being named Snow Falling From Sky.)
[ The Tribe of Crashing Tides has been founded ]
[ Deimos will decide your mod ]
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