The Tribe of Breaking Waves
Number of Cats:1
A gray cat, whose fur appeared almost as a clouded sky, walked along the very edge of a cliff-face. She did not seem to be phased by the sharp drop just a single slip away, her tail flicking in a carefree manner as she teetered on the stone. The air was cold around her and she glanced up into the gray blanket of cloud cover far over her head. She expected snow to begin falling any minute now. The grass was yellow and flattened to the ground and the ocean water to her right churned and crashed on the white shores. There was a storm coming, and The Teller of the Rising Tide knew her tribe would be coming soon, in need of shelter and companionship in these winter months.
She took a deep breath of the cold air and then turned and made her may back toward a sparse woodland. She followed a small, frozen stream for a while until she reached the edge of a pond. Ice crept toward the center from around its edges, but the stone pathway down the left side, through some broken reeds, which in the warmer months stood tall and acted as a green pathway, was still accessible. Tideteller leapt nimbly across the stepping stones, her feet hardly ever slipping. She emerged from the brown stems onto the solid ground of her future tribe's camp. Glancing around at all her hard work, the dens and barriers pristine and intact, she felt a surge of pride. Hopefully her first impression would be a good one. She stepped into a small opening beneath a boulder that was buried in the hillside. There was a flat area just inside with a nest of that yellow grass and some peat moss. She passed her bed and turned down a small tunnel that led further beneath the stone. Soon she emerged into a small cave, water dripping from the ceiling overhead and making tiny plinking sounds on the floor. A small crystalline pool of water was situated in a shallow basin at the center of the cave. Light refracted down onto its surface from a gap in the stone far above. Pointed stalactites hung above it, leaking tiny streams of water and causing ripples at its surface. Tideteller sat at the edge and closed her eyes, reaching out to her ancestors.
"Please let any cats find their way safely and quickly to me. I am waiting for them."
[Tideteller goes to the cave of pointed stones.]
Number of Cats:1
A gray cat, whose fur appeared almost as a clouded sky, walked along the very edge of a cliff-face. She did not seem to be phased by the sharp drop just a single slip away, her tail flicking in a carefree manner as she teetered on the stone. The air was cold around her and she glanced up into the gray blanket of cloud cover far over her head. She expected snow to begin falling any minute now. The grass was yellow and flattened to the ground and the ocean water to her right churned and crashed on the white shores. There was a storm coming, and The Teller of the Rising Tide knew her tribe would be coming soon, in need of shelter and companionship in these winter months.
She took a deep breath of the cold air and then turned and made her may back toward a sparse woodland. She followed a small, frozen stream for a while until she reached the edge of a pond. Ice crept toward the center from around its edges, but the stone pathway down the left side, through some broken reeds, which in the warmer months stood tall and acted as a green pathway, was still accessible. Tideteller leapt nimbly across the stepping stones, her feet hardly ever slipping. She emerged from the brown stems onto the solid ground of her future tribe's camp. Glancing around at all her hard work, the dens and barriers pristine and intact, she felt a surge of pride. Hopefully her first impression would be a good one. She stepped into a small opening beneath a boulder that was buried in the hillside. There was a flat area just inside with a nest of that yellow grass and some peat moss. She passed her bed and turned down a small tunnel that led further beneath the stone. Soon she emerged into a small cave, water dripping from the ceiling overhead and making tiny plinking sounds on the floor. A small crystalline pool of water was situated in a shallow basin at the center of the cave. Light refracted down onto its surface from a gap in the stone far above. Pointed stalactites hung above it, leaking tiny streams of water and causing ripples at its surface. Tideteller sat at the edge and closed her eyes, reaching out to her ancestors.
"Please let any cats find their way safely and quickly to me. I am waiting for them."
[Tideteller goes to the cave of pointed stones.]
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- Healer:
Teller of the Rising Tide
Tideteller| 47 | female | ♕
Prey-Hunters:
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Guards:
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Healer to-be:
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To-be's:
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Kit-Mothers:
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Kits:
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Elders:
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- Ally Tribes:
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Enemy Tribes:
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Borders:
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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:
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Herb | Usage
Fresh-Kill Pile:
Mouse | x0 | 0 servings
Shrew | x0 | 0 servings
Squirrel | x0 | 0 servings
Small fish | x0 | 0 servings
Big fish| x0 | 0 servings
Rabbit | x0 | 0 servings
Mentors:
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Deceased Cats:
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Family:
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