Tribe of the Shrouded Mist
Number of Cats: 1 (1M / 0F)
Next Request: Mary 10
Archive Thread: Link
(Last moon)
The mist was thick and blinding, obscuring the silver tabby's view. It was only his faith in the cats in his dreams that was spurring him on through it all. The translucent cat-spirits had called themselves the Tribe of Endless Hunting, and they had begged him - a rogue - to revive their tribe. And while he had been skeptical at first, he decided he would do it. He had nothing to lose - and the night before he entered the mists? His mother, who had been killed by wolves when he was much younger, had come to him, and told him to listen to them.. and that she would be with him always.
Flash, a silver mackerel tabby tom, had been born a rogue, to two of the brave cats who dared to roam the slopes of the Cascades. He had known a life of living on his own in a world where rain and snow were the only indication of a change in seasons. But he had made it.
And then he had been promised a haven from the predators. He took it.
(The day before)
The mist began to thin as Flash trudged on. It had been days of traveling through the thick mists that surrounded the mountain. Or had it been weeks? He wasn't sure, he couldn't keep track. But it was finally beginning to lift.
And by the time the silver tabby reached a clearing with many fallen logs and large bushes that could shelter many cats underneath, the mist had all but faded... at least only in the area. All around this clearing he could see the white wisps of mist clinging onto everything it touched. 'Strange,' he thought, 'did they really mean it when they said the mists were going to protect us?'
<That night>
Flash had discovered a small pool sheltered by a small grove of trees earlier, and had settled down by its edge, having made for himself a nest of twigs and leaves. He soon fell fast asleep, exhausted by his journey, no doubt.
Flash opened his eyes to a moonlit clearing, where he had fallen asleep just a moment before. The pool's shores (if one could call it that) were filled with the translucent shapes of cats. One of them he recognized as the one who had spoken to him while he was on his journey, and it was he who greeted Flash.
"You did well to find here," the cat-spirit purred, "and we, of the Tribe of Endless Hunting, must thank you properly for your willingness to continue the legacy of the proud tribe that once roamed these lands. Step forward, Flash, and we will perform the ceremony to name you the new Tribe-Healer of the Tribe of the Shrouded Mist."
Flash did as told, stepping forward until he stood right in front of the cat-spirit.
The pale-furred tom intoned solemnly, "From this moment on, you will be known as the Teller of the Skipping Stones. Others will come after you, moon upon moon upon moon. Choose them well, train them well, and trust the future of your Tribe to them."
A shudder passed through the silver tabby's body as he heard those words. His name was no longer Flash, but the Teller of the Skipping Stones. He was no longer a rogue, but the leader amd healer of a tribe.
He promised firmly, "I will not fail you."
(Now)
The Teller of the Skipping Stones, or Stoneskipper for short, awoke with a jolt from his sleep. Blinking his eyes to adjust to the light of day, the silver tabby tom realized today was his first day of being the Tribe-Healer of his new tribe.
'Better get started,' he thought as he made his way back to the clearing he decided would be camp for his tribe, 'making this place look more hospitable for others who will come will be important.'
[ The tribe has 4 fasting moons left (1/5). ]
[ Stoneskipper hunts. ]
[ Stoneskipper patrols. ]
[ While patrolling, Stoneskipper looks out for herbs to gather. ]
[ Stoneskipper requests a prey-hunter. ]
Number of Cats: 1 (1M / 0F)
Next Request: Mary 10
Archive Thread: Link
(Last moon)
The mist was thick and blinding, obscuring the silver tabby's view. It was only his faith in the cats in his dreams that was spurring him on through it all. The translucent cat-spirits had called themselves the Tribe of Endless Hunting, and they had begged him - a rogue - to revive their tribe. And while he had been skeptical at first, he decided he would do it. He had nothing to lose - and the night before he entered the mists? His mother, who had been killed by wolves when he was much younger, had come to him, and told him to listen to them.. and that she would be with him always.
Flash, a silver mackerel tabby tom, had been born a rogue, to two of the brave cats who dared to roam the slopes of the Cascades. He had known a life of living on his own in a world where rain and snow were the only indication of a change in seasons. But he had made it.
And then he had been promised a haven from the predators. He took it.
(The day before)
The mist began to thin as Flash trudged on. It had been days of traveling through the thick mists that surrounded the mountain. Or had it been weeks? He wasn't sure, he couldn't keep track. But it was finally beginning to lift.
And by the time the silver tabby reached a clearing with many fallen logs and large bushes that could shelter many cats underneath, the mist had all but faded... at least only in the area. All around this clearing he could see the white wisps of mist clinging onto everything it touched. 'Strange,' he thought, 'did they really mean it when they said the mists were going to protect us?'
<That night>
Flash had discovered a small pool sheltered by a small grove of trees earlier, and had settled down by its edge, having made for himself a nest of twigs and leaves. He soon fell fast asleep, exhausted by his journey, no doubt.
Flash opened his eyes to a moonlit clearing, where he had fallen asleep just a moment before. The pool's shores (if one could call it that) were filled with the translucent shapes of cats. One of them he recognized as the one who had spoken to him while he was on his journey, and it was he who greeted Flash.
"You did well to find here," the cat-spirit purred, "and we, of the Tribe of Endless Hunting, must thank you properly for your willingness to continue the legacy of the proud tribe that once roamed these lands. Step forward, Flash, and we will perform the ceremony to name you the new Tribe-Healer of the Tribe of the Shrouded Mist."
Flash did as told, stepping forward until he stood right in front of the cat-spirit.
The pale-furred tom intoned solemnly, "From this moment on, you will be known as the Teller of the Skipping Stones. Others will come after you, moon upon moon upon moon. Choose them well, train them well, and trust the future of your Tribe to them."
A shudder passed through the silver tabby's body as he heard those words. His name was no longer Flash, but the Teller of the Skipping Stones. He was no longer a rogue, but the leader amd healer of a tribe.
He promised firmly, "I will not fail you."
(Now)
The Teller of the Skipping Stones, or Stoneskipper for short, awoke with a jolt from his sleep. Blinking his eyes to adjust to the light of day, the silver tabby tom realized today was his first day of being the Tribe-Healer of his new tribe.
'Better get started,' he thought as he made his way back to the clearing he decided would be camp for his tribe, 'making this place look more hospitable for others who will come will be important.'
[ The tribe has 4 fasting moons left (1/5). ]
[ Stoneskipper hunts. ]
[ Stoneskipper patrols. ]
[ While patrolling, Stoneskipper looks out for herbs to gather. ]
[ Stoneskipper requests a prey-hunter. ]
Teller of the Skipping Stones:
Teller of the Skipping Stones (Stoneskipper) | 25 moons | tom | a silver mackerel tabby mediumhair with hazel eyes
Tribe-Healer To-Be:
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Prey-Hunters:
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Tribe-Guards:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
To-Bes:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Kit-Mothers:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Kits:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Elders:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
- Ally Tribes:
Tribe Name | Username
Tribe Name | Username
Borders
North | Tribe Name | Username
South | Tribe of Ever Falling Snow | :*Lady Stardust*:
East | Tribe Name | Username
West | Tribe Name | Username
Northeast | Tribe Name | Username
Northwest | Tribe Name | Username
Southeast | Tribe Name | Username
Southwest | Tribe Name | Username
Medicine Store:
Marigold | x1 | Cures infections and helps heal wounds
Catmint | x1 | Good for greencough
Feverfew | x1 | Cures fevers
Chervil | x1 | Kitting herb
Poppy Seeds | x1 | Painkiller; not recommended for expecting queens
Fresh-Kill Pile:
Mouse | x0 | 1 serving
Shrew | x0 | 1 serving
Fish | x0 | 2 servings
Squirrel | x0 | 2 servings
Birds | x0 | 3 servings
Hare | x0 | 3 servings
Mentors:
Mentor | To-Be | No. of training sessions | Moves
Mentor | To-Be | No. of training sessions | Moves
Deceased Cats:
Cat Name | Cause of Death
Cat Name | Cause of Death
Family:
Name and Name | Kits
Name and Name | Kits