Create A Tribe - (v.1) - v.2 open!

My gallery · by **Phina D Wolf** » Thu Dec 28, 2017 4:48 pm

Number of Cats: 5 (2 toms, 3 molly)

Servings: 2, 2/3 posts without feeding

Next Cave of Pointed Stones Visit: 1/3

Hemlockwhisper eyed the new cats carefully, drifting from the mother to her two children to the grey tabby tom, all bob tails, and the tom long furred as well. Smirking her eyes flicked to the new to-bes. “Ausmas, you will be mentored by Leaf. Daffodil, you will be mentored by myself. You should count yourselves lucky to be mentored by your betters.”

The twins ducked their heads respectfully. “We are very grateful Hemlockwhisper.” Daffodil said quietly, her eyes down cast.

Her brother cocked his head and opened his mouth to say something, but him mother batted him gently. “What would you like us to do today Hemlockwhisker?” She asked sweetly.

“Today we will hunt and patrol.” The healer said tersely, “Any cats you find must be brought to me for approval. And if a catch you consorting with other tribes, or clans, or loners, there will be consequences.” The four cats nodded solemnly, then followed the healer as she turned briskly, disappearing into the flowers.

[Hemlockwhisper, Daffodil, Daisy, Leaf and Ausmas hunt]
[Hemlockwhisper, Daffodil, Daisy, Leaf and Ausmas patrol searching for new cats]

My gallery · by **clarke,** » Thu Dec 28, 2017 5:33 pm

number of cats: 1 tom-cat | 4 she-cats
next sunpool visit: jan. 4th

the voice of kits drug sunteller away from her dreams, and she jumped to her paws. what are littlies doing out here, alone? she thought, padding out of the den. she glanced around, inhaling the air through her nostrils to follow the trail left by the littlies. her ears swiveled as the roof above her creaked, and she hesitantly padded through the narrow burrow. i'll have to fix that sooner or later. it could be dangerous. further inward, she could hear the hushed voices of a she-cat and a certain relief flooded through her. at least they aren't alone. "hello?" she called out, silencing the whispers of the guests. "this is my home. you are welcome to stay with me. i can provide food- and shelter, and you can provide me company." dawn meowed, her head tilted to the left slightly as she tried to make out their response. her voice echoed through the hall as she waited, the sound of dripping water causing her auditory to twitch.
"i thought i smelt another cat down here. it's been a long while since my kits and i have found somewhere cool to rest. i apologize for barging in, but my smallest- dove-.. it was as if the sun was attacking her. i feared for her life." the timid voice of another she-cat broke through the air, and sunteller breathed a sigh of relief.
"it's called sun poisoning. it happens often to younger or older cats who have been under the sun too long, and without water. for now, we can share this bird i caught earlier and your kit can drink from the pool. it may give her strange dreams- of cats with stars in their fur, but don't worry. they are my ancestors, called the tribe of endless hunting." she paused, before continuing. "and this is the tribe of the scorching desert."
"you know much about illnesses that plague this wasteland? could you take a look at my dove?" the young birther pleaded, stepping into the tunnel where sunteller stood. immediately she was struck by the beauty of the she-cat- despite her malnutrition and gaunt features. she let out a small gasp when her emerald eyes were drawn to a tiny, gangly kit laying near her paws. behind her stood a white cat with a black face, like a round shadow across an colorless canvas.
"come here, littlie." sunteller murmured, drawing the frail kit close to her side. she gave her a quick inspection before sighing softly. "she isn't poisoned, but badly dehydrated and extremely tired. let her drink water and then sleep. we can feed her fresh-kill later. i can feed her a juniper berry for strength, though she made need tansy for her fever. as for your other littlie...?"
"this is moon. go say hello to the nice healer, my love." the birther encouraged her other kit, who unlike the other, seemed skeptical of the pale-colored healer.
"they call me sunteller, but i have once been called a healer too." dawn looked over the stronger, healthier kit and meowed, "moon, you have very lucky. you just need some good rest, however, your sister here might need some herbs. do you think you could take care of your sister and mother while i go herb hunting?"
the young littlie nodded eagerly, puffing out her chest with a sense of purpose before gently licking her sister's cheek.
"yes sunteller. i can do that!" dawn gave the mother a nod, before brushing past them and leaving the tunnels. the sun was high in the sky and threateningly hot, but she had to find herbs or dove was at risk of losing her life. as sunteller padded out onto the baking sand, she flinched away from a hawk circling above the burrows. she wondered if it was searching for the sickly kit briefly, but she shook her head. that didn't matter; what mattered was finding the kit herbs.

as she searched, she noticed a cat slinking along the sand. the pale colored healer stepped forward, calling out a greeting. "are you lost, dear one?'
"it seems i am. do you have any place for me to shelter? i'm badger that bears his fangs. it's nice to see another cat around here."

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→ sunteller goes herb hunting.
→ sunteller and badger go on a patrol looking for cats.
→ badger goes hunting.
→ sandteller and sunteller try for kits.

My gallery · by **Grey_Hoodie** » Thu Dec 28, 2017 5:56 pm

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Number of Cats ⦉ 011 ⦊ 5 Males - - 6 Females
Prey Consumed ⦉ 001 ⦊ 3 servings - - 1x Bird

Their little party had moved again, ever so slowly nearing a wall of towering fir trees. Compared to how quickly the original tribe trio must have been traveling, this must feel like a snail’s pace to them. Frost swallowed down the sense of guilt threatening to rise up in her. Her healer was worried and wanted to make sure everyone in the tribe was safe and well cared for. That meant putting as much distance as they could between themselves and Osprey. By now, the other tom had probably noticed his depleting numbers. With winter coming to an end, the molly wouldn’t be surprised if he started coming after them.
Frost shook her head, trying to ward away the thoughts of harm and hurt associated with Osprey. Instead, she focused on the other cats wandering about the makeshift camp. The to-bes were doing surprisingly well, even as their fevers rose and shivers wracked their young bodies. They were still eager to be up and about, taking out what little energy they had on scuffling with one another when their mentors refused to take them out. Frost often snickered as they tucked themselves up together within the curve of a tree’s roots to sleep until their energy was restored.
The black and white molly glanced over to Antler. He stood solemn next to the panting molly he’d suddenly returned to camp with. She had been showing signs of improvement, but the tabby tom had refused to leave her side. Frost wondered if it was some sort of sense of responsibility. That because he had been the one to find her, it was also his job to make sure she recovered. Frost often called out to him, telling him to sit and rest a bit, but he ignored her and shook his head deploringly. Frost could only shrug.
It was as her green gaze landed on her son that the molly’s heart surged. Ever since the little ones arrived and her subsequent adoption of them, Merlin had grown extremely quiet. He often took to sitting just outside the temporary nursery, dozing in the patches of dim sunlight and pointing his head towards the direction of the wind. She knew what was wrong. Her worst thoughts confirmed each night when the kit snuck back into the den after he believed his mother to be asleep, curling up against the warmth of her back. Almost like he was no longer welcome to press against her belly alongside the two new strangers.
As the day sank into night, with the habitual late return of Storm and Haze, the black and white molly ran through multiple ideas in her head over what she could do to make sure her son knew he was always welcome into her embrace.
Frost rose before the birds, awoken by the soft mewling of the kits. She couldn’t be certain where they came from or who their parents had been. Bear had refused to say a word when she returned to them, and often resorted to messing around with Fog to bury whatever harsh memories plagued her. The kit-mother had little milk to offer the kits what with her own already weaned off of it. She had told Storm of the problem, and the grey molly had promised to produce something that might help. Frost had been given nothing yet, but Storm’s daily promise and reminder let the kit-mother know that she had not forgotten.
The black and white molly let her gaze switch between the two kits. Nameless, the two of them were. She had yet to provide one for either of them since she had been waiting for something to come up in her discussions with Bear. Frost knew her questions may never receive answers and she sighed. As her lungs expanded, Frost felt the lump behind her move around to stretch. Suddenly, she had an idea.
Merlin shuffled past her, sleep still obvious in his stiff movements and drooping eyes.
“Merlin,” She murmured, begging for his attention just this once. The young tom turned to her, offering a soft, sleepy purr in response until he spotted the kits nestled up against her belly, abruptly cutting himself off. Frost winced at the reaction, but decided to go through with her plan anyways, “Merlin, my kit, come here.”
The patched tom glared reproachfully at the kits impeding his way. He shuffled around them, careful to watch his step so he didn’t crush them, as he pressed himself against his mother’s chest. Her thrumming purr vibrating through his chest, and Frost recognized the content look on his face and he pressed his muzzle into her fur.
“See, they haven’t replaced you.” She meowed, ignoring the way he huffed in indignation, “I know you don’t like them, but you’re their big brother now.”
Merlin spared them a glance before bitterly burying himself in his mother’s fur. Frost was beginning to think she was fighting a losing battle, that Merlin would simply become possessive over her rather than accept the new additions to their family. “Merlin,” She scowled.
“I just…” He squeaked, voice breaking as his emotions overwhelmed him. “You were mine first!”
“And I will always be yours,” She quickly reassured her whimpering kit, dragging her tongue against his down-like fur, “But they belong to the both of us now. They’ve got nowhere else to go.”
“What I am supposed to do?!” He cried, gazing up at his mother were distraught eyes. Frost knew that the prospect of suddenly being an older sibling was overwhelming. It had always ever been herself and Merlin. Adding two more to the bunch was a stressful thought, but Frost merely chuckled.
“Look out for them,” She said simply. Merlin only cocked his head, as if asking for suggestions on where he was even meant to begin in completing such a task. “You can start by naming them.”
Merlin’s eyes shone like the sun, his excitement bubbling over the brim. “Name them?!” He asked, wanting to make sure. The tom scrambled to his feet, golden gaze racing around his surroundings, eager for inspiration.
As the sun rose, lifting above the line of the horizon, the patched kit cried out in glee, “Aha!” The sunlight hit the clouds just right, causing a furious red to take over the skies. “Dawn Sky Set Ablaze,” Merlin said, the words passing freely like he had always known the name, “and…”
The shadows stretched long across the camp grounds, crafting a harsh contrast between their own dark shades and the brightness of the snow. Turning back towards the young kits, Merlin’s face split into a satisfied grin, “And Shadow Stretching Across Snow.”
Frost purred, dragging her kit towards her with outstretched paws, pressing her tongue into his fur in furious, proud strokes. The kits nestled against her belly were lucky to have Merlin as an older sibling.

[Fog, Bear, and Doe remain in camp to rest.]
[Frost adopts Shadow and Dawn.]
[Storm goes herb hunting.]
[Haze goes on a border patrol.]
[Light goes hunting.]
[Antler watches over camp.]
[Doe goes into labor.]

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Paragon:
{Storm} Front Sitting Atop Mountain | 25 moons | Female | X

Paragon's Reserve:
Name | Rank | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Rank | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Rank | [url=link]X[/url]
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Prey-Hunters:
{Antler} That Scars Willow Tree | 34 moons | Male | X
{Light} That Glows Behind Icicle | 17 moons | Male | X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]

Hunter Tag-Alongs:
{Fog} That Veils Horizon | 8 moons | Female | X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]

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Guards:
{Haze} That Seeps Through Trees | 30 moons | Male | X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]

Guard Tag-Alongs:
{Bear} That Shivers Within Den | 9 moons | Female | X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
x

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Kit-Mothers:
{Frost} The Blankets Pine Needles | 47 moons | Female | X
{Doe} Lingering at Frozen Brook | 29 moons | Female | X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]

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Kits:
{Merlin} That Dives After Prey | 6 moons | Male | X
{Dawn} Sky Set Ablaze | 1 moon | Male | Red
{Shadow} Stretching Across Snow | 1 moon | Female | Black
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
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Family:
Frost and ??? | Merlin, ???
Doe and ??? | tbd
??? and ??? | Light, ???, Bear, ???
Name and Name | Kits
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Mentors:
Antler | Fog | 1 training session | Stealth - - - - -
Haze | Bear | No. of training session | Moves
Mentor | To-be | No. of training session | Moves
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Deceased Cats:
Cat Name | Cause of Death
Cat Name | Cause of Death

Ally Tribes:
Tribe Name | Username
Tribe Name | Username

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Borders:

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Enemy Tribes:
Tribe Name | Username
Tribe Name | Username

Fresh-Kill Pile:
Mice | x2 | 1 servings
Shrew | x0 | 1 servings
Ermine | x1 | 2 servings
Small Fish | x0 | 2 servings
Birds | x1 | 3 servings
Hare | x1 | 3 servings
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Medicine Store:
[1] Catmint | Best remedy for the deadly greencough. Can also be used for whitecough.
[1] Cobwebs | Used to soak up and stop bleeding. It may be used to bind broken bones.
[1] Elder Leaves | Used as a poultice to soothe sprains.
[1] Juniper Berries | Soothes bellyaches, gives strength, and helps troubled breathing. Acts as a sedative.
[1] Lavender | Cures fever and chills. Also used to hide the scent of death.
[1] Sorrel | Used as a traveling herb. Can also be used to build up appetite.
[1] Willow Leaves | Stops Vomiting
[x] Herb | Usage

My gallery · by **canadianhowl** » Thu Dec 28, 2017 5:58 pm

Number of Cats: two
Males;; two | Females;; zero
Nursing;; zero
Next Ancestor Contact;; 1/3

The tired Healer was about to return to camp with his prey and herbs until hearing something. "Oh wow a healer outside his camp? My my a rare sight to see." It taunted. Copperteller shot up and looked around. Nothing. "Who is out there! Show yourself!" He yowled out and soon enough, a gray tom padded out. "Greetings. My name is Boulder that sits on Cliff Ledge. My old tribe chased me away for well uh, not siding with the healer. May I join your tribe? I'm a great hunter." He explained with a smile. Copperteller was hesitatant but nodded his head yes. Boulder piped up before he padded after his healer with joy. "I am Copperteller, healer of the Tribe of Whistling Trees. You're a hunter huh? Maybe you can go out hunting and find my sister? She's a cat that looks like me but more of a blue color. Her name is Blue Sky during Clear Day. She also has a son named Jay that Sings Songs." Copperteller asked. Boulder thought for a bit but eventually said yes. With a smile, Copperteller watched the new prey-hunter bound off as he returned to his camp.

[ Boulder heads out to hunt ]
[ Boulder hopes to find Copperteller's sister and nephew while hunting ]
[ Tribe has one more posts before eating begins ]

My gallery · by **clarke,** » Thu Dec 28, 2017 6:15 pm

Grey_Hoodie wrote:

[Fog, Bear, and Doe remain in camp to rest.]
[Frost adopts Shadow and Dawn.]
[Storm goes herb hunting.]
[Haze goes on a border patrol.]
[Light goes hunting.]
[Antler watches over camp.]
[Doe goes into labor.]

My gallery · by **carpe noctem.** » Fri Dec 29, 2017 1:24 am

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we try to escape,
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but the whispers drag us back
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serving size • two
tribe size • two
↳ 1 tom || 1 molly
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"You don't know when to shut up, do you?" A husky baritone voice snarled to the lass that followed at the tom's hip in a peaceful lope.

"Hold your tongue. You sound like a little newpaw with that whiny tone." Another voice chimed in, the voice feminine and soft despite the scolding she had just gave to the tom that strutted forward just a stride away from where she had set her pace into.

A low growl sliced through the air like thunder barreling through the rain. "I'd be ashamed to be your family, Wave, with such a disrespectful mouth." The tom snapped back, disregarding the lightness of Wave's voice and instead taking the comment as thought it was a dangerous threat barrelled at him, looming over him dangerously. The spirit-speaker always acted in such a arrogant—and frankly, oblivious— way. Not rude, for he would not spit back the typical insults about a cat looking ugly or something of such a classic manner, but rather he would find the flaw or insecurity of that cat and strike down on it when he flared up.

For Wave, it happened to be the speak of family. Untouched by the warmth, love and protection of a parent's embrace, she happened to be abandoned by her family because of her unusual marking upon her face; a large brown splotch. They were purebreds, wishing to keep their high-standard lineage of kits something that was clean from any unwanted appearances. So, they took the former tribe healer and threw her to the streets.

The longhair molly didn't speak after the shaman's hurtful retort.

Lumious knew quite well by her emotional cues she was hurt, though it only caused him more pleasure to see she was now suffering. Good. He thought, shoving his muzzle to the sky, She deserves it.

You deserve better..

Lumious whipped around, staring at wave with his green eyes wide. "What did you just say?" He demanded, watching as confusion spread across Wave's face.

"I-I didn't say anything.." She replied slowly.

Annoyance prickled underneath his thick pelt. "Yes, actually. Yes you did." He said irritably.

"Honest to the Tribe Of Endless Hunting!" She replied, her voice getting a bit higher as she watched his angry expression.

Honest to Tribe Of Endless Hunting.. A low, eerie voice echoed as a cold gust of wind brushed pasted Lumious's fur.

[ Lumious requests a crag-climber at the sacred boulder of whispering spirits ]
[ Wave hunts and patrols by the shore ]

for more info on the tribe click here

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▲ the healer; advancing healing & speaking with spirits

speaker of stalking spirits • lumious the spirit-speaker
lumious (lumi) is a mysterious tom with a tough
exterior, harsh & brash. he shows little emotions
besides cruelty & aggression, but can be quirky.
21m | ♂ | ♛

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▲ the next healer; training to become the shaman

Name | Age | ♂/♀ | [url=link]X[/url]

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▲ the overseer; predicts weather, organizes patrols

wave that laps against shore
wave is a calm lass who isn't very dependant on
others, though values the company of family and
friends.
26m | ♀ | ϟ

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▲ the assassin; kills the weak or those who are executed

Name | Age | ♂/♀ | [url=link]X[/url]

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▲ the elders; either old or have a disability that
prevents them from working (ie. blindness)