The Tribe of the Nameless
toms: 000 mollies: 001 total: 001
moderator: Deimos
''Will she be okay?'' A large pale figure draped themselves over the mountaintops, tail curling around the highest peak. They had been patiently watching their own kind come and go - a thousand deaths and lifetimes under their scrutiny. ''I've seen many paths laid out for her, each worse than the next.'' They sighed, their breath an icy-wind that cut across the dry and frosty grass. ''She's young, a mere kit to many of the other leaders I've known.'' They dared not to hope, not when the future was laid bare before their suffering eyes. ''Asros? Answer me.'' They commanded, their silvery-eyes darkening. ''You have either cursed or blessed this poor creature, and I will be the one held to blame.'' That was the sad tragedy of life and death - Life, with its many misfortunes, was as precious as gold while death, with its one tragedy, was treated as the great evil that haunted every living being. Time and time again, the world tried to rid itself of death but death always trailed behind, a grinning skull that always got the last laugh.
Little did those silly mortals know.
An equally large figure, coiled among the flush of wildflowers that had sprung from stone, smiled in turn. ''She will be, she has to be.'' They sighed, lifting a golden-claw and dragging it through the earth, a weaving and winding carving - Gradually, a tapestry was formed in the side of the mountain, the face of leaders past embellished in granite. ''Trust me, Saies, I did not put her in this world just to see her suffer.'' Oh, no...life was not cruel, but it was honest - It was both the medicine and the malady. ''What is life without pain?'' He replied. ''No more than death.'' Pain gave reason to fight, heartache gave reason to love and war gave reason for peace. Life was not for staying at a standstill, but for change, no matter how painful, how terrifying. ''She will survive.''
Unaware of the two great beings, Thunderteller stared at the lake and wondered what strange twist of fate had brought her here. She knew the stories - Every cat in the area did, although not always told the same way, and Thunderteller had scarcely believed they were anything more than just that, stories, relics of what once had been. Some cats mourned, some raged and others simply moved on - Others like Thunderteller. Although, Thunderteller could not doubt that the tribe of the Nameless had stirred something inside of her, a sense of aching loss, the way that a missing limb would feel. The lake had no answers to give her, shimmering in the sunlight, soaking the stones at her paws, and eventually the pale she-cat went away. Leaving behind faint paw-prints as she made her way over the dusty plain, Thunderteller could spot a twoleg settlement in the distance; There were only a handful of buildings and as she neared Thunder could make out a few lonely throngs of twolegs, toiling away with their hands. They paid her no mind as she passed by, leaping onto a fence to watch them quietly. Thunderteller could tell these people were strangers to the land, their eyes distant as they worked the foreign earth; This was not their home, their home had long since been stolen and burnt to the ground, rendered unrecognizable by strangers from strange places. Recalling her mother's stories, Thunderteller's heart swelled with pity for these lost souls. She too knew what it was like to have everything taken from you, to be driven out of your home.
As the sky started to turn a bruised orange, Thunderteller wandered slowly back to the little camp she had made of an abandoned labyrinth of rabbit warrens. Settling down in a clump of dust-smothered dandelions, Thunderteller looked to the sky and wondered if anyone was looking down at her - She knew better than to assume they'd abandoned her. Ancestors did not just leave others to muddle through life on their own, offering their wisdom and guidance, often earned from bitter lessons they themselves had learned. Many had come skeptics, believing that they'd abandoned them or perhaps that they'd never even existed at all.
Satisfied and safe under their watch, Thunderteller quietly smiled to herself and curled up, falling into a peaceful sleep.
Murmur of Distant Thunder goes on a hunting patrol later that evening.
Healer:
Murmur of distant thunder (Thunderteller)| 20 Moons | Female | X
Prey-Hunters:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Guards:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Healer to-be:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
To-be's:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Name | Age | Gender | [url=link]X[/url]
Nursery:
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
Enemy Tribes:
Tribe Name | Username
Tribe Name | Username
Borders:
North | Tribe Name | Username
East | Tribe Name | Username
South | Tribe Name | Username
West | Tribe Name | Username
Northeast | Tribe Name | Username
Southeast | Tribe Name | Username
Southwest | Tribe Name | Username
Northwest | Tribe name | Username
Medicine Store:
Herb | Usage
Herb | Usage
Fresh-Kill Pile:
Rabbit | x0 | 3 servings
Mouse | x0 | 1 servings
Snake | x0 | 2 servings
Crow | x0 | 2 servings
Thrush | x0 | 1 servings
Raven | 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
